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 Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 12:43 pm
 The mortal realm was everything and nothing that Khuluma had imagined. The area was vast, fully occupied with all manner of species. Some of which he knew, and others he could only wonder. It made traveling interesting, but hard on the small god, who had only gotten use to flying as of lately thanks to Limbuko, the generous god of pleasure. As it was, he was looking for more gods as helpful as the ones he had met, and while he had high hopes for meeting new people, the travel was getting to him.
Flying low, he settled down on the ground, tired and breathing hard. In was getting quite again, and he was sure it would grow dark. As much as he heard teleportation was easier and could bring him somewhere safer, he didn’t know where to go, and refused to show up again at the God Haven. It was cold and lonely up atop the mountain, and here, he at least had the scenery. If he teleported, he could miss out on meeting another God like him, and he did not want to take such a risk after all his traveling.
Curling, he settled in the grass under a small tree, and went to comb his hair, which always got fluffy and knotted in the wind. The area was heavy with the sound of cicada, but he recognized the heavy presence when no one was about. He had seen a few mortals a hour ago, but he was not one and did not want to associate with them. He wished he would find someone soon. The blonde never predicted it would be this hard to find anyone, and wondered, with a heavy, startling realization, if he wouldn’t find another god for a very long time. Raiden, the Thunder God, said gods could be invisible and look like mortals. What if he was missing them at every chance and would never come across one? He didn’t want to spend all this time here, tired and alone. Even in the God’s Haven, where he was sure only gods and goddesses could go, was devoid of life.
The place seemed more large than he ever felt, and even as a god, he felt very small and very alone. He wished he had a family like Raiden to go to, and wondered how all the other gods lived down here. He wished someone would tell him, and most of all, he wished this all wasn’t so hard.
The small godling set his head upon his paws and looked out, feeling weak. Why did he have to be alone?
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 3:30 pm
At first glance Athrun could hardly tell what he was looking at other than that he knew it was a god. The lonely god himself was hidden in his mortal form, something he'd finally gotten the hang of only recently. The juvenile god was about the size of a large adolescent, abnormally large for his age even despite the ethereal blood running through his veins.
Without warning he was slapped full in his snowy face by a feeling of loneliness and swamping sadness.
Great, he was going to have to work on the day he was trying to keep to himself. A low chuckle grated in his huge chest and the juvenile leapt off the tree smoothly. Still in his mortal form, Athrun landed beside the godling and sat down without saying a word. The edges around Athrun's body shimmered as if they were hardly bound to him. Almost like he was a ghost, held together by mist and sheer force of will.
At least that's what his mortal form was anyway, mist and will. His mortal form was crafted after one of his sons that had been killed, but Athrun couldn't remember that at this exact moment with his memories buried so deep within his head. All he knew was that he passed for a mortal around others as long as they didn't bang into him and feel his wings.
Stretching out one of his legs, Athrun debated laying down under the light with the golden god beside him. She didn't seem like she was all that bad, not with that blonde hair and the pretty golden wings. After all, Athrun had only met a handful of goddesses for all his memory held, or at least where it started again.
"Hello." He said finally, as a pathetic but gruff greeting.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 5:44 pm
Khuluma had been on a search for gods and goddesses and had yet to talk with mortals. Looking back at it, the only thing he heard about gods interacting with mortals was that some of them went out to live with them, and others liked to play tricks on them. This had always been in what he had to assume was mortal form or while invisible. He only appeared mortal once when Raiden, the god of Thunder, showed him how. He had yet to test it around mortals. Then again, it wasn’t like he was prepared to go to see other mortals. Something told him he would be better off with continuing his search without meeting any.
Still, that did not mean he wondered now at this moment if this feeling was why the other gods were in the mortal realm with mortals. Khuluma had seen many mortals from a distance, wondering if any were gods or goddesses in disguise and how he could find out. Looking from afar, hidden from view, he guessed that if the mortal world was this large, maybe the gods had given up looking for each other and had instead feed their need for company by being with mortals. He could sort of see why. The other creatures were in large groups, consisting of different ages, and were what he could gather, large families and friends. Even though Khuluma had met other gods that he considered friends, he had no one permanent. He still wanted to travel and meet new people, but he also did not want to be alone. He needed someone with the same goal as him, but he had yet to meet anyone like him or anyone that would put up with him. Raiden had gotten angry with him, and he had been a young god. He had no one to play with or talk to. It was times like this that he wished he had a family.
Brooding, he then heard a deep laugh, followed quickly by someone falling down. The figure was white, startling the god, and he sat up, fur up and tail curled. What he saw was a pure white lion, and more importantly, a mortal. The young lion was still larger than he was, and his eyes seemed to shimmer as they turned to him. Sitting down, the lion smiled and offered a greeting.
Khuluma on the other hand was startled more than his vocabulary could express. He was still fully shown as a god, and most importantly, the mortal was here and not acting as if anything was the bother. Did…did all mortals act this way when meeting gods? If so, as a god, what did he do?! No one had told him if he could simple start a conversation with a mortal for the sake of conversation, and why would he want to talk to a mortal. They were not gods, and thus not expects on a domain.
Well, first thing, he concentrated hard and let his wings shimmer away, leaving him feeling as if he was greatly lacking and a bit uglier. He liked his fluffy, soft wings. Done, he breathed out, and looked up, hoping that the mortal would think he was just that. “Ah…Ah….Hello.” He looked about. He was all alone with a mortal. Now what was he suppose to do? Why wasn’t there anyone to tell him these things?
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:55 pm
Males were known for having higher voices in their cub-hood than in their adulthood when their voices deepend and evened out of the cub-ling stage. This cub however had a deep and resonating voice, even after he'd cloaked himself with his mortal guise. Naturally Athrun's voice did the exact same thing, though with practice he was able to hide it and keep others from noticing if he wished it.
But then this was just a cub, and unlike Athrun's first impression very masculine despite the long flowing hair.
"First off... mortal lions don't have long flowing blonde manes." Athrun told the cub with amusement sparkling in his sky colored eyes. Instantly he dropped the cloak of his mortal form and his huge swan-like wings spread out around him, easily dwarfing the cub in size with just one of them. "Second off, if you want to hide your immortal form you should do it before a mortal leaps from a tree and suprises you. Though your luck just abounded since I'm hardly mortal. It's wiser to go around with your mortal form up though, just in case that happens."
Athrun's gold bangles and snake ornament shone in the sunlight as he stretched out his claws. The cuffs on his wings shimmered but seemed to become lost in how huge his wingspan was.
"Not to be rude, my name's Athrun. The god of Loneliness... and since you were feeling sort of lonely and sad a few moments back I figured it would be better if I intervened." He gave the cub before him a sad smile, an understanding one, but a sad one.
The domain he was responsible for was definetly a depressingly sad one, it was full of drama and crying spirits. Athrun could hear each and every one of them screaming in his head all at the same time at any given time. The savannah was a very noisy place when it felt like being so.
He couldn't argue with any of it though, it was because of the savannah being as noisy as it was that Athrun was able to learn his name despite not knowing his past. It was how he figured out who he should be watching over and the will to have them just stop screaming at him had gotten the young god to grip his powers savagely and learn to control them as fast as he possibly could. Athrun wasn't one for sitting around and doing nothing when he could be doing something, though he did admit to liking the occaisional indulgent nap.
There were so many things suffering around him that he felt he had to help all of them at once and none of them seemed to get help fast enough.
Shaking his white head sharply, he turned his eyes back to the cub before him. Intent upon discovering who this unknown godling was and why he'd come down here incredibly unprepared. Maybe he was like him, having no family to teach him the ropes of his powers and of being a god in general? If that were so then he wasn't protected like all the other godling cubs he'd seen around had been.
A bad vibe settled into the pit of Athrun's stomach and he wasn't sure why or from what. He had no parental instincts that he remembered, though the ones from his old life were inhereintly there.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:15 pm
If being surprised by a mortal wasn’t enough, he found out that the lion was anything but. The god had disguised himself perfectly in Khuluma’s opinion, and to see him drop his facade was nothing short of marvelous in the light of a full day. There was something different about seeing a large mortal and then seeing that same mortal take on the form of a god. Why would Khuluma ever want to disguise himself when his true form was far more awe-inspiring and impressive than stripping him of his wings?
Surprised and amazed, the godling stood watching the god, and started to take in what he was saying. He was being lectured, but he couldn’t find the heart to be angry or embarrassed with himself when he was standing before another god that was such a milky white and who also had shown off how he could change from on to the next so easily and without difficulty. When the glimmer did wear away enough for Khuluma to close his mouth, he nodded.
It seemed the god was named Athrun, and had been called to him by his loneliness. Khuluma felt an odd intrusion at his privacy, and wondered how the god knew, but could only guess that it had something to do with his domain. After all, he was THE god of loneness, which was a very interesting if not odd domain to have. Seeing as denying he was lonely was pointless before the very god who ruled over the domain, Khuluma only lowered his head, making sure to keep his hair from dipping too close to the ground.
“I didn’t know mortals didn’t have manes like mine. I suppose I should do something about it then. I guess I could try disguising it, but I’m still learning.” Khuluma had only mastered getting rid of his wings, but now he would have to take away his hair? He wanted to keep it! But would everyone see him as a god even if he made his wings invisible. It was sad to think he would have to go a moment without his hair in full view.
Sad at the thought, he lightly touched it with his paw, pressing a lock to his chest to cherish it a moment before looking up at Athrun once more. “I’m sorry to bring you out. I guess I cannot deny that I was feeling alone, but the world is still very big to me, and I do not know very many other gods. I’m still new and meeting others, but it’s awfully hard when you have to travel such distances and when the gods can hide their appearance.” His brow was wrinkled with the sad thought, once again thinking back to the thoughts he had before Athrun showed. He was lonely. Terribly so, and he didn’t want to be.
Looking up, he gave a forced smile. “My name is Khuluma. God of Rhetoric. As you can guess, I like talking with others, but it’s hard when no one is around. ” It actually made him sick to his stomach when he thought of being alone and not being able to talk to anyone.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 5:42 pm
He allowed him that very personal motion with his glowing blonde mane. Athrun knew that every god had something about their personal self that they wanted to keep when the chance arose. Many didn't keep their manes or tails that were so different from other lions but they kept the ornate bangles or head coverings or even tail rings at times. The lonely god was guilty of keeping his bangles on his front legs when he was in his mortal form, since so many mortals had special things hanging off of them as well. Why get rid of every piece of his originality?
It would take time for the god before him to learn all the ropes, but if Athrun coulud give him some tips then maybe he could learn them a little faster. Sure he couldn't give him tips on how to use his powers better or how to do much other than utilize the world around him. That was all he needed though, was a few tips on the real world that Athrun had been living in for a while now.
Even if he'd been living in it unsure of why he was so alone in it.
"You'll learn everything in time. Don't worry. And it helps if you look at the mortals around you, it'll show you what they look like commonly and how to fit in with them." Athrun said gently, his eyes looking calm and relaxed for all that he wanted to reach over and pat the other.
Eyeing the god once more, Athrun tilted his head to one side, the serpent atop his head looking as if it were trying to hypnotize the little rehtoric god in front of him. There were many things that the lonely god had seen in his short memory that could be healed, but an inherent need to be with others for one's realm... that was hard to patch.
"Well... Khuluma... you know that even though immortals are few and far between on these grounds... the mortals are far more abundant." Ath offered, though it seemed that the other god wasn't yet ready give upon his birthright of feeling himself better than the average mortal. "They make easy friends and their hearts forgive and forget faster than our own. An added bonus is that they make great listeners and you can learn from them how easily it is to live on this savannah."
As the god of Rhetoric, Athrun would have figured the god would go out to all the mortals in an attempt to talk to them to learn more about everything. Even the gods didn't know everything and mortals were an untapped well of information concerning their own world. As long as you talked to enough of them, bled the information out slowly from them, you could learn any number of things quickly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:55 pm
The young god began to stroke his hair, listening as Athrun showed that he might be best in looking at mortals and maybe even going into the group. Khuluma didn’t find this very appealing, but he could see the benefits of being around mortals, even for a little while to learn to disguise himself as one for the purpose of traveling more safely than he had been doing.
“But as gods, we should know our domain and have a better handle about that subject. Mortals look up to us for knowledge and help. Why associate with mortals when they are more confused and unsure? They might know a lot about being mortal, but I’m not mortal. As a god, it just makes sense that I would want to learn about being the best god I can be through other gods, and receive the best knowledge from those who understand it best. If I want to be mortal, I will ask them. But…I can’t see them knowing much else. As a god, I know what I’m told comes from the best source. Mortals are unrealiable sources. I’d rather learn to be the best god from other gods. I doubt mortals could give me much of a challenge.” He wanted to know from the best, so finding the masters of domains made sense to him. Gods to learn from gods, and mortals mingling with mortals. “I don’t see the appeal of mortals. ”
His eyes look off in to the distance in a vague direction he assumed some mortals would be. He was lonely, but being around mortals? Was it worth it in the end, or would be find it boring and unappealing? “I don’t think I would fit in anyways.” How could he? He wasn’t mortal and was not born to relate to mortals. How did he explain that he had no family or didn’t know what a family was. They would find out about him, find him peculiar, and push him away.
For some reason, he felt he would be outcasted for who he was.
His eyes moved back to Athrun, and thinking back to his domain, he tilted his head. " Do you associate with mortals? Does a god of loneliness not stay alone?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 12:21 pm
At first he was angry at the words, then he simply lifted an eyebrow in confusion at last. He'd never heard a god talk like that. Never heard a mortal speak that wasn't more interesting than four immortals in their place.
"We were made for them. It's their spirits and something definable by their rights that shapes who we are. Gods are made to serve mortals, just as mortals sometimes serve gods. I was created because sorrow and loneliness steeped the land. War was created when the first war broke out among mortals." Athrun explained slowly, not sure if he should be angry or if he should be attempting to teach.
He was only a juvenile himself and though he knew his past flew back further than his memories did Athrun wasn't entirely aware of everything. One day he hoped to be but at this point he was living the life of a juvenile and understood the confusion that some godlings could feel when they were first created/born/whatever it was that brought a god into being.
Khuluma must have been new, and though Athrun didn't know who the gods parents were if he even had any he did know that the golden god before him had to learn who it was that he was supposed to be there for. Who it was that he was supposed to be in charge of.
The faster a god learned why his powers did what they did the faster he would be able to gain control of them and many gods had their powers tied to the whims and actions of mortals, much like he himself.
"Mortals will give you a stronger challenge than you could ever imagine, friend. There are mortals older than you that know by far more than you could ever concieve. Your realm is a pliable one that often is muddled by the mingling of many tongues. You learn more by experiencing so that you have further information. Gods can tell you many things but mortals can tell you much more and when you've eventually met every god on the mortal and immortal realms you'll still not know everything that mortals can tell you. There are millions of mortals and in comparison only a handful of gods who know more about their own realm than the outside world. The mortals of this world know their world and those in it better than we do, why not exploit that to your benefit? Your realm will be hard to gain control of by talking to gods, you need the input of many to understand your powers."
The input of many and the help of many more. It was the stability that mortals imbued that Athrun had found comforting when his own powers surged beneath his skin, threatening to burst out and harm those around him. It was their instability that created him and their stability that soothed him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:51 pm
This wasn’t the first time Khuluma was hearing he was created by mortals. It was actually a relatively new concept for him to learn, but he still didn’t like the idea. When he was born, he appeared with glorious wings in a world where no mortal could reach looking down upon their realm. To think he was placed in that position since birth to find he should be serving either meant he was there to be used as a way for saying thank you for his existence, or that he was to pick and choose. Raiden, the god of Thunder, said he had the freedom to do as he pleased. Tease, taunt, or mingling was all up to him, but more and more gods were telling him he was to socialize with mortals to better himself and pick up a duty that he was apparently not doing. He rather much not associate with mortals, but the thing about several gods telling him he should was enough to tip him off that this was not just a suggestion.
He was just hoping one god would have agreed, but this was not the case. It seemed he had to do something, and gathering up his nerve to approach a group. He didn’t think he could just walk up to a pride and say hello. A certain god and mortal already showed him that he could get beaten up by a mortal if he wasn’t careful, even with his wings showing.
Frowning, he sat hunched, wishing this wasn’t true. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” That was it. He would now have to find a group of mortals somewhere and ….learn from them. Jumping for joy at this idea was not going to happen, and he looked up to Ahtrum, not disclosing much else as to why he was not exactly wanting to do this.
“Isn’t there any gods, anyone in the immortal realm that could teach me instead? I really don’t think this is a good idea. Mortals.. are weird. I don’t think walking up to them is going to go well. I don’t even know how to approach a mortal group. What if they try and attack me? I could get hurt! They could find out I was a god. I wouldn’t fit in well …How – How and Why did you start meeting mortals? Did you have any problems? How do they not know you are not a god? Can’t they tell?” Didn’t gods just radiate a presence, and didn’t their wings get tired from being disclosed after so long. It must also drive Athrum wild to know he could not fly around and instead had to walk everywhere. Didn’t he feel the need to tell someone what he was?
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 10:59 am
"You realize that to mortals we look just as weird right? They were raised knowing that lions don't have wings and that they don't fly around or have any powers other than the simple muscles in their bodies and claws on their paws. We have more than they do and yet they can adapt to situations better than we can. Mortals are used to having to work hard all their lives while we're given things by our powers and our wings all our lives. If food isn't in one area we can fly to another, if something dangerous happens we can dissipate from sight and not deal with it." Athrun's voice deepened with his dissaproval.
It wasn't just his own personal opinion, it was the opinion of many gods. However he could see that it didn't belong in the head of this little one and he almost frowned at that. The sky colored eyes in his snowy head blinked for a moment.
Time for a different approach.
"Do you know how to have fun with your powers? Know how to play with others by dissapearing and reappearing somewhere else? Like tag? Or do you know how to make yourself look like someone else to mess with those around you?" mischief wormed its way into Athrun's voice and his eyes twinkled from it.
There were a lot of things that he could teach this cub that would in the end help him to get to know the mortals around him. How to deal with them, how to survive with them and how to run from the ones that could overpower him with sheer muscle mass if they wanted to. After all, the godling before him was very sleek and maintained, he would be a very airey adult when he grew up, much like Limbuko, a female looking male.
At least if the mane was any indication at all.
Maybe if he helped him to gain control of his remedial powers Khuluma would learn how to control his more powerful ones. It was how many godlings learned but they had their siblings and other godlings their age to help out at times. Athrun was a juvenile but his mind was so far past that...
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 11:19 am
The cubs ears went back at having the differences pointed out. Of course he knew that he could be seen as different. It’s what made him concerned. The fact he was wasn’t raised the same way, if you could call what he was doing now being raised in any way at all, as mortals were. His first experience was waking up alone in God Haven, while he knew that other cubs had family. He wasn’t even raised the same way compared to some gods. The fact that he had been told he looked different, was without family, and had the knowledge of meeting other gods was sure to be hard to hide. He didn’t know how he could approach and mesh into a group he wasn’t part of. He had been with Palahala with his heard, but those mortals lived around the god and knew of them. Hiding it was his concern, and more importantly, what would happen if he was revealed.
At the mention of fun, he looked back up. “I haven’t played with anyone else. I’ve tried racing, but I haven’t played tag. The most I’ve tried to hide was my wings. I haven’t tried changing anything else. ” Actually, he hadn’t tried because he liked being himself. The fact he liked his hair and color had stopped him from considering to change any of it.
The fact Athrum mentioned it made Khuluma think back to all the times he had seen other gods and wondered how he would look with their tail or wings. “Can I really do that? All I knew was that I had powers, I could fly, make things invisible, change my hair, and teleport.” He hadn’t even tried teleportation yet. Flying had always been more enjoyable, and he had no set ideas of where he would teleport to.
They way Athrum spoke reminded him of Raiden, the god of Thunder, who told him that some gods like playing tricks on mortals. Was this it? It sounded fun actually. Playing. He hadn’t done much on his own aside from playing on his own here and there. His experiences as a cub had been very limited.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:22 pm
A light sparkled in Athrun's eyes and with a quick twist to his body, the young male tapped Khuluma on the shoulder.
"TAG!" He crowed, enjoying the indulgant moment of cub-dome even if he would never have another one and had never had one before, having had no parents and no siblings.
Athrun leapt into the air, his huge wings kicking up dust and debris into the air as they surged up towards the thermals in the air that would hold his considerable bulk much easier. The little snake in his collar poked her head out of her hiding place at this motion and made a slight chirping sound that mimicked the noise a bird made.
Hatimle was happy that Athrun was enjoying himself, tucking her head back into the hiding place around the lonely god's kneck with a fanged smile. Athrun dodged through the air and did a flip, waiting for Khuluma to take the bait and chase after him. No one could say that a juvenile wasn't just as cub-like as a cub was at times and if the smaller god before him didn't have any siblings to teach him the ways that things worked then Athrun would certainly consider the cub his brother for the day.
If he had to he'd teach him everything that he knew about his remedial powers.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 10:29 pm
The sudden tap and announcement of TAG! Left Khuluma confused, and he looked at his shoulder for a moment before watching the god turn about and sprint up into the air. A wave of confusion and panic hit him, and he looked about, seeking assistance from the nearby tree or bolder to give him an answer as to what he was suppose to be doing.
“Tag?” He said, looking up as Ahtrun continued to rise higher and higher, the glimmer of his snake jewelry smirking at him. “What’s a tag?!” He called out, but the other god was much too far into the atmosphere to here him.
He had a feeling he was being left alone again, and he wondered if this was what the god intended. Loneliness glimmered in him, but he wasn’t about to let the company he had rush off when he felt he was trying to show him something. Debating, he tiptoed in one place before running forward, getting a head start before he kicked off and gave a rather shaky takeoff. Rising in the air, he followed the white god, who was harder and harder to see in the blinding blue sky and drifting clouds.
Athrun had asked if he ever played tag, so he guessed this was a game. The thing was, he did not know the rules, or the basic point to the game. So far, he guessed it was touching someone and then rushing off into the sky. Was it a flying game? Were they suppose to go somewhere? Was it first one to the highest point wins? Was there a winner? “ What’s a Tag? What am I suppose to do?” He called up, trying to near the other god as his voice traveled on the heated jet streams. Khuluma had gotten use to flying, so the currents no longer scared him , and he rose higher to get closer to the other god. “Is flying part of Tag?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 11:41 am
"NOPE!" Athrun yelled back down at him, swerving so that they weren't nearly as close as before. "When I tap you and say tag, you chase me and try to tap me back, when you get me, I chase you!"
The large juvenile weaved in the air, his snowy fur making him look like he blended right in with all of the clouds around him. His large wings and their peculiar markings were the only things that stood out other than his brilliantly gold and red adornments. Camoflouge was lost on him sometimes, but in reality it was only a matter of dissipating his belongings.
Which was something that in this game he couldn't do. This wasn't hide-and-go-seek after all.
"Look at it this way, you work on your ability to fly so that you can hold up your bulk when you're older. Or learn to hide if your powers are passive."
Passive powers were one of Athrun's many issues, all of his were passive but one, which he wasn't quite sure how to use. That one seemed too violent and he wasn't entirely sure if it would be a good idea to use on anyone given how angry he got.
Another weave put him closer to Khuluma and a wry grin crossed his muzzle. He was giving him an opening since the cubling-god didn't know too much about the game yet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 6:27 pm
While he did not know this, Khuluma’s powers would not be on the same level as a god of elements or weather. Hiding would later be a trick he would have to learn, along with escaping. As of now, he was still a cub, and his lessons were just starting. Tag and Hide-and-Seek would be the things he would have to learn first, and he was learning.
The game seems confusing to him. Chase, Tag, then chase again. What was the point? Was there one?
He guessed that it would reveal itself when he started to fly faster. The directions were simple enough, and while hesitant, he finally started to push himself to start playing. His eyes followed the other god as he moved up higher and did what he considered aerial acrobatics while Khuluma ascended.
When the other god came near, he threw out his paw, guessing that ‘Tag’ was codeword for touching someone. The pads of his paws touched the other god, and then he paused in mid-air with an expression that was both happy for being able to reach Athrun and also wondering if he did it right. It didn’t occur to him that he should be flying away.
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