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Shibasa was chasing his familiar again. Sure it was entertaining, but he'd never admit that to Nobo. "You b*****d! You stole the best part!"

"You never eat the eyes!" Nobo yelled back.

"Because you're always--" He stopped, feeling the familiar sensation of something more powerful approaching. Somewhere nearby--he looked around, wondering where in the hell they were this time, then gave up--there was a god of some sort.

Man his life sucked. Nobo glanced back, wondering why he had stopped chasing him, then landed, looking around as well.

Shibasa took a deep breath, wondering what this fellow represented. With his luck, it probably wasn't anything great, like free food, or maybe the god of harems, or something--then again, with all the crazy females he'd met along the way, he wasn't sure he could handle a harem... But still, it would be interesting.

"You wouldn't happen to be the god of harems, or free food, would you?" Shibasa asked as he approached the god. "How about fresh water? That would be a good god to meet, I'd think."

He was going to be struck down dead for irreverence. But at least Nobo would finally get what he wanted!

"Sounds tasty, except it's missing the eyes," Nobo said a bit evilly, earning a dark look from Shibasa.

"And whose fault was that?"

"Who's the idiot that chased me for a mile, leaving his kill behind over a pair of eyes?" Nobo asked.

Shibasa snorted, then looked at the god a bit darkly. "My luck just gets better and better, doesn't it? First the goddess of greed, then the goddess of hardships, now the god of the cursed. Although hardships was actually quite the lady," he added as he sat down. "So was Ubuge, but in a different way," he added dryly.

"Yeah, you're right about that," Shibasa agreed. "I asked this of the goddess of hardships, and she didn't really know. But how did you get to be the god of the cursed?" he asked curiously. "Was there a long line that you had to stand in? Millions of little gods competing to make life harder for mortals?"

The more gods he met, the more fascinated he was with them. What was the logic to it? Did gods and goddesses with annoying domains even have followers? Were followers necessary?

"So they follow you because they want to curse people, or because they're cursed?" Shibasa asked bluntly. "Cuz I ain't into cursing other people, it's hard enough dealing with Nobo following me around because he wants to eat me, last thing I want is someone following me out of hatred and tryin' to get revenge."

"Oh, why not? It'll be a hell of a lot of fun!" Nobo said. "We could get him to do something to that a*****e you told me about when you were first starting!"

"I'd rather just forget about him," Shibasa muttered.

"See why the big goddess was so interested in him? He's a real greedy b*****d like that," Nobo agreed as he hopped onto Shibasa's head. "Those red eyes of his look delicious, don't you think? Red's always been my favorite color!"

"Giddoff," Shibasa snarled as the vulture tugged at his mane. "Those are my eyes!" He looked at the bunny, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Even if I do go with you, I want to be able to walk off for a few days, maybe even a week whenever I want. I spent a year out here, not relying on anyone. I like it. I got some friends wandering around out here."

Shibasa hesitated, wondering how smart it was to join a pride when asked by a god. He'd not had that great of luck so far, but--

"Shibasa. This is Nobo. And I'll... try," he said. "Then if it doesn't work out, I'm leaving." He was going to be part of a pride. A pride full of, it seemed, weirdos. And a pink lion. "The pink guy, he's not going to hit on me, is he?" he asked.