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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 7:50 pm
Being a mortal could be fun.
Oh-ho yes, it could be lots of fun.
Samedi's mind traveled back to the last few days, a grin spreading across his face. What a week it had been! First, that young thing near the pridelands. And then this perfectly bitchy white darling. Yeah, she'd been a little demanding, but hey, sometimes he liked it that way. And the sex... it had been worth it. Oh, had it been worth it!
The lion stretched, a little tentatively. He wasn't sore, exactly, but she'd certainly given him a run for his money.
Too bad she only gave me three days...
But now he was tired of his mortal body; its constant need for food and water and shelter, its weakness. His mortal form was strong, far stronger than true mortals, but it was nothing like the form of an immortal.
The big god stretched his ragged wings, feeling the air pass through the holes in the leathery membrane. It was a good thing he'd never wanted to fly. To be honest, he always thought those other gods looked like fools. Lions weren't birds, to be swooping around mountaintops and building nests.
Ha! Nests. Samedi chuckled.
Anyways, who needed to fly when you could teleport? Today... today he wanted to eat fish.
Yes, fish would be perfect.
The world spun, dissolved, and reformed. Sand shifted under his wide paws and the smell of salt was heavy in the air. Samedi grinned and started towards the distant waves.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:14 am
The salty, open air tasted like freedom. Oh, don't get her wrong, it had been a good time. Her body felt a strange mix of divine and bordering on tired. According to her sex drive, she could have spent a few more days with the mortal. He'd been. . . amazingly willing to take what she threw at him.
What a sick b*****d.
However, her mind was terribly thankful for the beak. The lion had a hard time keeping his mouth shut, despite his promises. It was in his nature, she supposed. Perhaps it made him feel more confident. Admittingly, he did not need to boost his ego.
The goddess shifted out further, letting the tips of her hair change, meld and become one with the ocean. The waves crashed heavily against her legs, sweeping the sand away from her paws and filling her nostrils with the stingy, tangy flavor of salt and seaweed.
Her horns curled out from her skull and dipped lightly into the water as she lowered her head to soak her chin. So lost was she in freedom, that she'd not yet noticed the incoming presence of another god. A mortal would be hard-pressed to make it out as far as she stood, and so she did not worry.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 5:37 pm
Aaaah. This was good.
This was perfect.
Samedi stretched out full-length on the beach, enjoying the sound of the waves and the warm sand beneath his body. He rolled, working on an itch between his shoulder blades, right near the wing joints. Aaaah, so much better! Paws in the air and legs akimbo, Samedi sighed and took a long, deep breath.
And froze.
And took another breath.
The scent of a god was unmistakable. It hung on the wind, intermingled with the salty ocean sting. The scent was harsh, tangy, and strong - but not unpleasant. Just different. He didn't recognize the personal scent (it was coppery, metallic like blood and iron, he thought). But the underlying scent, it screamed immortal.
Damn.
Samedi still lay frozen on the sandy beach, all parts of him still except for his ears, which swivled incessantly. He really didn't want to get up, but he really didn't want to run into the wrong god while flat out on his back...
With a sigh, Samedi heaved himself to his feet and shook the sand from his body. It stuck where his old wounds were. He shook again, half-heartedly, but the sand stayed glued to his sides. Ugh. He'd have to go swim to get this off. He could rinse off while he fished and -- the wind stirred his mane and he twitched.
Right, that other damnable god.
He swept his gaze out across the shore and almost missed the pale form perched precariously at the end of a rocky outcropping. He couldn't make out any details from this distance, but they didn't seem to have spotted him yet. Should he let whoever-it-was know he was here? Or should he just leave? But he really wanted that fish dinner...
Eh. What was the worst that could happen? Might as well have some fun!
Once again the world dissolved, spun and reformed around him. Samedi grinned down at the white goddess hunched in front of him. What was she doing, with her face in the ocean like that?
"This water isn't great for drinking, you know." He said. Kaelyndra I hope you don't mind the part about scent... no idea if she smells a certain way, or at all. : D; Also, long post is long. Ack.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 1:26 pm
Most mortals would have jumped out of their skin. Uuni's simply crawled and she lifted up her head slowly from the water.
Eyes level with the gods' chest, Uuni examined him over. It was fortunate that they were near the sea, for Uuni could barely distinguish whether it was the seaweed or the god himself which smelled like old, rotting flesh.
"Don't drink it, then," she told him, a bit of curt on her tongue.
Her eyes moved higher until they'd found a large, bony protrusion all over his face. What an unfortunate set of events. There were multiple domains that dealt with death, skulls, thirst, the list went on forever. None of them had ever been happy, carefree lions.
A shame, really. The mortals had a hard enough time with death and starvation as it was, you'd think at least the god that managed such things could give them their sympathies. No wonder all mortals were insane.
"What's with the skull?"Tristan Thorne (( No worries! It was a neat idea to have her smell of blood. She is, however, standing IN the ocean, not on a rock. But, I made it work. ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 6:40 pm
"I won't."
He was a little disappointed with her reaction. Or rather, lack thereof. But it wasn't really surprising; after all, when you were immortal there wasn't much that could scare you. Not even a leering skull, apparently.
Still, he'd hoped for a little more of a jump. Mortals were so much more fun.
Up close, the scent of blood - yes, it was definitely blood - was much stronger. Interesting. He studied her for a moment, but wasn't any closer to guessing a domain, other than the obvious fact that it had something to do with blood. What were those odd squiggles all over her body? They didn't look like anything he'd seen before.
Mortals believed in too many things. There were too many gods. Of course, since he was one of them, he supposed he shouldn't complain.
"The skull?" He grinned, although his expression might have been hard to read under the sun-bleached bone. "I like it."
And really, wasn't that reason enough?
Samedi didn't want to make the game too easy - his domain obviously had something to do with death, or dying, or being dead. Flesh rotting on his bones, and all. She had a big fat clue there. Let her work for the rest, if she cared to.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "What's with the squiggles, sweetheart?" Kaelyndra Aaaah, sorry I missed that! I can change it? Sorry for the somewhat lackluster post...
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 6:54 pm
"Of course you do," she answered him. The goddess' eyes moved their way over the sweeping horns, the exposed ribs on his side. She wondered how many mortals had turned their stomach at the side of him. Remembering the taste of acid in her mouth, Uuni swished her tongue against her teeth and briefly frowned.
He wasn't decay, she'd seen decay. It wasn't him. Besides, decay was entirely different from decomposition, and he didn't smell of rotting plant, just rotting meat. The ocean breeze changed direction, and she repressed the sense of smell in her body briefly.
No thank you. Gag.
Did she answer that, or ignore it? Beyond what raw power all gods possessed, there was no guarantee he was even a threat. There were weak gods and strong gods, gods catered to help mortals, and gods catered to help themselves. The dark domains, though, they tended to be on the more deadly side. Then, it was hard to curse a god. But he could steal her ego, and make her life hell. What a waste of his effort.
"Runes," she decided to finally answer. "For every active pact yet to be complete." A shrug, even as she talked, one faded from her shoulder.
"It's magic." Uuni's face gave no trace of humor, and she watched him, waiting to see his reaction.Tristan Thorne ((It's fine! You are welcome to change it if you'd like, but it's no big. He could always have mis-seen from a distance, too.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 7:35 pm
"An active -- ah!" Samedi exclaimed with a pleased smile. "One's gone now!"
Interesting.
So she made deals, presumably with mortals. He wondered what kinds of deals she made. He wondered if she made them with gods, too. It could be... entertaining. Taking in her horns, and her cold, unruffled attitude, he could only imagine that they were hard deals. Maybe cruel, maybe not. But hard, and unrelenting - yes, that seemed like her.
While he considered the possibilities, his paws slowly started to sink into the ocean. He'd been standing on the water, his feet rolling with the motion of the waves. It had been a conscious choice, to stand on it instead of in it. He wanted to see what she thought of his body, in all its rotten glory.
Pah. Mortals were more fun.
Samedi let her get her eyeful, his lips twitching upwards when her eyes lingered over the gaping wound on his ribs. That one wasn't the worst, but it was the most obvious.
"Magic!" Samedi threw his head back and laughed. "Magic! Of course it is." His laughter settled to a low chuckle. "We're gods. Was that supposed to impress me, darling?" The big immortal waved a negligent wing, taking in his own body with the gesture. "This is magic. Rotting and alive. You can almost see my lungs through this spot here."
He sunk deeper into the water, until his wounds were mostly hidden. Sand and blood spread out in the water around him. Kaelyndra Hokay. I'll change it later. >w>;
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 6:59 am
Oh, hells.
Uuni couldn't help it. Off her eyes went, in an exaggerated display of exhaustion with his antics. Eyes rolling, her head went with the motion this time, and she released a long sigh. That was quite enough of hearing the word darling, and sweetheart, and love. You'd think he was a woman with all the flowerly language he used.
Blood still made her wrinkle her nose, even after all this time. She eyed it as it spread out from him.
"You're a sick ********, aren't you? I don't care whether your lung falls out and floats away." Perhaps, in fact, that would be good. Then he'd stop breathing, and not talk to her, or at least have lost a small piece of his ego. With all the rotting creatures, dead with depressed family members, he must have had ego to spare. No wonder he didn't mind it slipping off his body with the maggots.
The tips of her hair began to turn into blood as well, until her hair was gone, into the water, spreading out rich and red. You could almost feel the sharks beginning to congregate. It spread to her ears, and eventually there was nothing but a thick red mass being carried by the water. It moved its way along with the current, tickling the god's legs as it went, and then she began to reform from it on the other side of him.
"It was mostly to see if you though I was that dumb," she admitted with a shrug. Clearly, he did. Good. Gods should underestimate her. It made it easy.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 9:29 pm
"What?" Samedi's eyebrows shot up. "I'm not the sick ********. I didn't make myself. Some damn mortal dreamed me up. I--" He swallowed the rest of his words with visible effort, his mouth twisting in distaste. The god could almost feel the unfinished sentence lodging itself painfully in his throat. Honestly. Who was this broad? Thinking that he would choose to be Undead. What the hell kind of domain was that, anyways?
... well, he'd sorta chosen it. But it hadn't been any kind of choice. Not really. Coerced was more like it. Forced. He might enjoy the perks of being immortal, and hell - some of the powers were more than fun. But if it had been up to him, he would have picked something like beauty.
Or pleasure.
A grin spread across the god's gray-green face.
Or sex.
"Urg!" Samedi grunted in surprise when he finally broke from his thoughts and noticed the Goddess' dematerialization into blood. Yuck. The water warmed beneath him for a moment, then cooled again. It was like someone had peed, and he wrinkled his nose in distaste. He didn't mind blood as a general principle, but he didn't make a habit of swimming in it.
"You're certainly a b***h." He said amiably, watching a fin break the ocean's surface nearby. "What is it, your phase of the moon or something?"
Seriously. Women. Most of them were only good for one thing. Kaelyndra Sorry that took so long! School and work (mostly work) ate me alive. ;w;
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 6:05 am
Okay, so he wasn't so bad.
Anyone who was grossed out by the passage of blood was certainly on her list of tolerable. If nothing else, because she could garner a reaction out of them. There was a little sense of control there, that meant she wouldn't get trapped underneath this god's power merely because she could make him react.
"Mortals dream up the damndest things, don't they?" she asked him. Though it could have been considered rhetorical, Uuni would not have minded at all should he have chosen to answer.
"They're so caught up on death, desperation. Disgusting, isn't it, that the one thing they remember the most vividly about a passed love one is their rotting flesh?"
Though, she supposed he could have chosen to change his form. Uuni could have chosen to change hers, too, and sometimes had. It took a long time for her mind to perceive that newness as her, so she usually had not bothered. She'd been through many reincarnations with this self, and it had become who she was.
"Oh, don't be a pansy," she told him. "It's just a little blood."
The wrinkle in her own nose, however, showed she wasn't exactly the biggest fan, either. "I've seen mortals spill much worse in the name of success."Tristan Thorne It's completely fine! I understand 100%. Busy on this end, too!
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 7:59 pm
Honestly, he couldn't really blame them. Death was always staring them in the face, so to speak. The big black GAP at the end of the rainbow, the not-knowing nothingness that they were hurtling towards day in and day out.
The emptiness in a prey animal's eyes (or more, the life, and then the nothingness- the sudden unmistakeable absence).
He knew about that obsession. The ghost of it still clung to him like cobwebs. Or a disease.
Samedi squinted into the sun, then swept his gaze across the horizon. It settled on once more on the pale goddess.
"Yeah, the damndest things indeed." He canted his head to the side, regarding her. What WAS she? Spikes, runes, blood... Goddess of Blood? What kind of deals would the Goddess of Blood make? None that he knew of. Damn, he should have paid more attention to his pantheon when he became a part of it.
"It's pretty striking." He said. "Seeing a dead thing the first few times. Can't really blame them, I guess." The lion grinned. His eyes followed a fin that circled, circled nearby. "I remember the best things in life. And the worst." That fin was getting rather close. "I don't remember that-one-day-that-was-nice-and-things-were-normal. There are no gods of normalcy."
... well, he didn't think so anyways. Samedi felt the brush of sandpaper skin, wet and solid on his legs, and decided enough was enough. A thought, and he was standing on the waves once more. The fin was gone.
"But we're gods, right?" He waved one wing in a lofty gesture. "What do we care, anyways? Immortal and all." Samedi arched an eyebrow at the female. "And I'm not a pansy." Kaelyndra SORRY FOR THE WAIT. AGAIN. ;w; Hopefully I'll be more, ah, regular, next week. Things are sorta calming down. : D
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 6:50 pm
The goddess picked through her memory, pulling out the staring eyes, the souls passing to the gates--she still wanted to know what was inside those. It was a strange phenomenon, looking into the memories of past lives all at once. Each time, her young, awkward cub-like body had not understood what death meant in its entirety.
Now, she could relive all of those thoughts and many more. The perception of death had been slightly different each time. Uuni's soul had grown, changed, and been sculpted from it.
"I remember the important things." What those were, exactly, was up for interpretation. The fin, though, that was not for interpretation. And, sharks were certainly deadly enough remove a limb. While not deadly, it would still be a painful ordeal, so the goddess followed after Samedi's wise motion.
"Sure there is," she argued with him, out of instinct. "There is apathy, there is motherhood, there is one for family, there is one for everything a mortal has thought, wished, or desired. All mortals have wished for a day of normal." The goddess found something extremely funny then, and stretched out one leg, extending her claws.
"I wonder what normal would look like." Uuni raised both her brows at him as if expecting him to give her an answer. In the end though, he was right. What did it matter?
"I have seen gods die." And not be reborn. Gods that passed, for all intents and purposes, permanently through the gates. Those golden, mysterious, towering buildings to which even she did not have the answer. "Perhaps we should care more than we do."
The laugh that followed shortly showed that this, too, might be considered funny.Tristan Thorne (( I waited a week to make it easy on us! LOL.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 8:25 pm
"I suppose normal, and what it looks like, would depend on what the, ah, believers think normal is." He shrugged. "Like a lion, maybe. You know - tawny coat, yellow eyes and all." How perfectly boring. How normal. Samedi sniggered.
The rotting god watched without comment as his companion followed his example rose up out of the infested waters. Honestly, he didn't really think that apathy was normal. Motherhood, yes, he supposed you could argue that that was normal - a normal part of life, anyways.
But then, he supposed most gods would be normal with that way of thinking.
Gods of anger, patience, hatred, fear... lust. The god canted his head to the side.
"If motherhood is normal, wouldn't, by your definition, fear be normal too? Anger? Hatred? Lust?" Samedi grinned. "Most gods would be normal. So would the god of normalcy be the god of gods?"
He wasn't normal. It wasn't normal for dead things to walk. Samedi's lips twitched, and he wondered if that was something especially bad - to be abnormal, even by the standards set by godhood. Well. At least his domain wouldn't be ruled by normalcy. Perhaps, by the god of the abnormal.
This was too complicated.
"Gods die..." Samedi echoed thoughtfully. He had never seen it happen. And while he'd heard it could happen, he rather doubted it could happen to him. He might be able to raise the dead, but it had given him no look beyond to the other side. And in that lack of knowledge, Samedi recognized a fear in himself. A fear, and a longing.
"I'd rather not test my own limits." He lied, folding his skeletal wings along his back. "But I do think I'd prove to be rather hard to keep d -- ah, that is, to kill."
No need to give it all away. Kaelyndra I see your week, and I raise you two days! : D; But I really do enjoy this RP.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 3:57 pm
Uuni could not help herself. A small laugh bubbled out from her throat. A brief tilt of her head indicated she'd submitted to the God's train of thought.
"It would sound like it, wouldn't it?"
And perhaps he did exist out there, somewhere beyond the gates. In places even gods could not go. It was of no consequence to her, as long as he minded his own damn business. Or, she. Or neither. Gender wasn't nearly as concrete as mortals would like to believe.
"I try not to make a habit," she admitted at him with a growing grin. "The act of dying is painful."
A wrinkle appeared in her nose as she debated how much having a lung fall out of a rotting chest must hurt.
"But I'm going to have to cut this delightful meeting short." Icey blue eyes found his. "You're beginning to smell."
And then she winked out of existence. He had perked the edge of her intellect, certainly, but after three days of chatterfest, solitude was something she could not pass up.Tristan Thorne (( I raise you like a million months! But, I am out of Panama now, and have more time. Maybe you do as well? ))
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