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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:30 am
Crunch, thump, crunch was the sound that broke the stillness of the savannah, startling the local grazers and making some of them dive for cover. The source? A large blue god reared up on his hind legs, wings and tail held out for balance, positively smacking one of the savannah trees with his armoured paws, sinking his claws in, then repeating the motion, only stopping to flop back onto all fours when his hind legs grew too tired holding him up.
Mrost was bored, and to stem the usual decadent apathy he slid into he had decided to take his frustrations out on the tree. It was a feeble opponent, putting up no fight at all other than the odd splinter that dug into Mrost's paws, drawing violet blood but not causing him any real hassle. It felt good to flex his muscles. After all, when you were a walking pile of testosterone with an ego bigger than africa, there weren't many ways to vent pent up energy.
He snarled at the unfortunate tree, looking so much the worse for wear under his claws, and, throwing his weight into it, slammed the plant with his forepaws, throwing his weight into it, making the unimpressive trunk creak, groan, crunch and finally, after tenaciously holding out for most of the morning, it toppled to the ground.
Jumping back from the mess that had formerly been a tree, Mrost panted for his breath and grinned contentedly feeling that he had somehow acheived something in felling an already pretty flimsy tree.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:04 pm
That was supposed to STOP trouble in it's tracks, not bring about more.
Quite some distance from the war god, the two "immortal" beings landed in the midsts of the savannah, no one around in sight, though Unity was in fact able to sense many of the living creatures around for miles, always seeing. The lines that created the bond of Unity between family, friends, lovers, enemies, allies, and strangers, it was always in her mind like a great old, grand tree, whose roots had spread so far and wide that it seemed that it would encompass the entire world.
The evening stars and their cloudy blanket folded in to Kiva's sides, while the dusty swirls of her daughter's wings followed suit.
"Okay, we're HERE." Chamchela frowned, glaring at her bracelet of fangs dangling from her right paw since she couldn't bring herself to glare at her mother. "Can I play now??"
Oi vey...
"Yes, Chamchela, you can practice now-- remember what I told you!" She quickly interjected as she watched her daughter's expression quickly sweeten with maniacal delight, paw already lifting before Kiva even finished her first sentence. Her own expression grew a bit tired, a bit helpless, but held no resentment or disappointment. What was she supposed to do with such an energetic daughter? And in the meantime, Chamchela stood frozen with her paw in the air, then stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes in a disgusted and exasperated expression.
"I remember, mom. Self restraint."
Silence, a pause, and then Kiva seemed satisfied at last, nodding her approval and taking a seat to watch.
It started off small, just a little twister, literally no bigger than Chamchela's paw. Sticks and bits of dust were picked up in it's path, delighting the little goddess as more debris began to collect. More. Pebbles, leaves-- more sticks, bigger rocks! But it had to be a bit bigger to pick up the heavier objects, so bigger it became. With just a swift glance to Kiva to be sure that her mother wasn't disapproving, Chamchela found that her mother wasn't even paying attention anymore.
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Someone was nearby, and not just any someone, but a god, but of what domain?
Kiva's thoughts were interrupted as she stared into the distant direction that Mrost was, when she felt a large pebble bounce off of the top of her skull and land harmlessly on the ground again. Elly must've gotten out of control again while Kiva wasn't paying attention. High goddess! She couldn't take her eyes off of her child for even seven seconds!
Chamchela seemed fascinated, and more than a little satisfied with the twister dancing across the Savannah in the direction of North, big enough to be seen for fifty or so yards. It would eventually die out on it's own, after all it wasn't tornado season and without the weather to sustain it, nor Chamchela, it was fated to become nothing more than a wild wind on the plains once again. That just left her to face the consequences for her actions though, if you asked her, it was well worth it.
"Chamchela, that isn't what I'd call self restraint!"
Elly just smirked as she turned back to her mother, flipping her wings neatly to her sides again. "I'll try harder next time mom. Goddess' honor."
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:24 pm
Mrost felt the vague tingle at the back of his mind that usually indicated a god or goddess nearby and initially, he dismissed it, figuring that they were probably just passing through and none of his concern, he wasn't the sort of lion to go lolloping after every god or goddess who came within his range. So, for a short time, he sauntered off to pick the splinters out of his paws, sitting down not far from the wreckage of a tree he'd left behind.
But he never did get all of them out, distracted by a sudden movement of energies in the area of the sort only gods seemed capable. He himself was about as magical as the tree he'd just smashed but he could feel it when it was so nearby. He needn't have relied on those senses though as a twister was a hard thing to miss, especially in a season where the things were very rarely, if ever, seen around.
He raised an eyebrow and figured he might as well go see what was going on, his own curiosity making him go against his "lets leave them be" decision of earlier.
Padding in the direction of the two goddesses, tail flicking at his feet, his armour clanking heavily as usual, it's weight unnoticed by the lion who'd worn it all his life. As the others drew into his vision, he spoke, in a voice loud enough to be heard.
"Messing with the elements? Tsk tsk." he smirked broadly, still oblivious to the fact for now that there were two goddesses before him, one just a lot younger than the other.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:38 pm
Her attention was drawn, turning towards the approaching War god, much to her daughter's benifit.
Since Chamchela was momentarily hidden from his view Kiva assumed he had mistaken her for the creator of the twister that just went shooting by.
What could this god's domain possibly be with an apperance like that...? Armor... horns... skeletal wings... scars and a massive apperance, spikes along his back and tail? Not one to judge other's by their apperance, Kiva was at a loss for what to think. She couldn't imagine his domain to be anything.... cuddly.
"Such is my daughter's calling...." She responded, glancing down to where Chamchela inevitably popped up out of "hiding" from behind her mother, then back again to the war god, curiously. "I apologize if we've disturbed you,"
Chamchela's expression furrowed as she came to stand next to her mother's leg, one brow lifting, muzzle pursing. Who the heck was THIS funny looking giant?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:52 pm
Mrost couldn't be sure of the domain that Kiva was part of based on her appearance either, though not being the contemplative sort, that didn't concern him very long. He curled his tail up behind him and sat down with a sort of grace, making subtly clear that he wasn't a threat, after all, he wasn't crazy enough to attack gods, especially not alone.
He was about to reply with some petulant comment when Chamchela made herself known behind her mother. The words died on his tongue and he went from looking peevish to downright surprised, giving the youngster a look of disbelief.
"Your daughter?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I didn't think gods could birth gods." he admitted. His knowledge of how he came into being was fuzzy at best, going back no further than adolecence and even then the details were fuzzy. He tried to regain his composure and decided to comment on something, anything but his own naivety.
"A little goddess of the winds? If that tornado was her doing then there is definate potential." Not that he knew anything about potential other than potential for destruction.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:40 pm
Chamchela eyed the big male almost cautiously, wandering a bit from her mother's side in favor of getting a closer look at him. He smelled of something harsh that she wasn't familiar with-- blood.
"My name's Chamchela." She stated boldly.
Letting her curiosity of his element drop, Kiva too reseated herself, letting her haunches find the ground once more. The shift of expressions didn't pass her notice by, but instead of calling attention to it she silently wondered what might've annoyed the other so soon into the conversation. The animated cloud of a tail tuft came to rest on the ground when the divinity-touched lioness curled her tail about her hind paws, almost mimicing Mrost's motion.
"Yes, tornados are her domain, more specifically. We came here so that she could practice. She can't do a great deal yet, compared to what she's bound to be capable of."
The compliment wasn't hidden at all, and neither was her agreement with Mrost's statement, though she was thinking on it in a more positive light. She hoped that her daughter would grow to use her powers responsibly, rather than haphazardly, but it seemed like all three of her children were good matches for their domain. Just like a tornado, too, Elly was wild and unpredictable, untameable.
Kiva smiled a bit at Mrost's confession, nodding. "Yes. Her grandparents are gods as well, but I think that's as far badk as the blood relations go."
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:04 pm
Mrost gave Chamchela a grin and a nod for her boldness, lowering his head and flaring his wings slightly in the godly equivalent of a bow. "Charmed. I'm Mrost." It wasn't often he showed any kind of respect to anyone, but the blue god liked to encourage actions over hesitancy, even in impossibly subtle ways, it was his nature, he did it without thinking.
Returning his attention to Kiva, he nodded. "I wouldn't doubt the word of a mother." Mothers, something he only vaguely understood, causing most of them nothing but heartache when his element stole away their sons. "I know little of the elements or natural magics so in all honesty, it's not like I could comment. I'm War. A creation of the creatures I'm bound to." It was true, he was barely of the natural world, his blood an unnatural violet, his fur a blue not found in healthy nature, only poisonous creatures.
"Grandparents too? Interesting. I know of a brother of mine but nothing beyond that." Families were a bizarre thing in the world of gods. He waved a paw dismissively. "No matter. I won't bore you with nonsense about my history miss..?"
He left the request for her name curled in the air.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:11 pm
Seeming quite pleased with herself, she returned Mrost's bow with a broad grin, bordering on a smirk with just a glance back to Kiva again. Her attention, truthfully, was captured by the strange articles that covered parts of Mrost's body. She'd never seen acessories so numerous and elaborate before. They were shiney as well, and she decided she was curious enough to try having a closer look.
"Kiva."
War, so then her inkling had been correct. She wondered if Mrost was so fitting to his element as Kiva felt she was, and Chamchela hers. If so, then this was going to proove to be an interesting encounter, but even Kiva's own curiosity was peaked, and she hadn't had a decent debate or conversation about domains in quite a few lifetimes.
"I'm Unity. I too have a sister wandering about out somewhere, though I haven't seen her since I was last reborn."
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:22 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:51 pm
Mrost was amused to hear that Kiva represented Unity, it wasn't often he came across individuals so contrary to his element. It was his job to shatter unity and wholeness, only encouraging it in a bastardised form in the form of patriotism and the unity of soldiers on the battlefield. At the mention of rebirth he smirked. "I wasn't so fortunate as to manage to avoid my brother in this lifetime. Tanaka, Conflict. Feel free to push him off a cliff if you meet him." The dislike between the two had almost always been tangible and for just a second a hint of that true chilly, murderous nature showed through Mrost's slitted gaze. He was a soldier dressed in civilian manners, manners which didn't always conceal the truth within.
"So Unity you say? An interesting aspect. Less chaotic than that of your daughter, far less so, arguments in your futures perhaps?" he all but purred. "Chamchela will have many routes open to her in life, I'd imagine you are eager to see which she chooses?"
He gave Cham another warm smile, always interested in what direction or ambition the young claimed as their own god or otherwise. It was his duty after all. "Though I'm sure she'll make you proud regardless of whether she follows a path more akin to your own or is forced down one nearer to mine." Most gods weren't given a choice of alignment, it was the ones who were who proved the most interesting, he always found.
"Either way, a pleasure to meet you both, Kiva and Chamchela."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 6:56 pm
War... so this was war... He certainly looked the part. Chamchela hadn't been told much about him, just that the act of war was bad, that it caused much more grief than it could ever hope to resolve. Well, he seemed nice enough to -her-, and what was even better he didn't seem like the kind of guy that let people boss him around or follow all the rules. She admired that...
That aside, however, the young female was just clearly basking in the praise, regardless of not understanding much the depth of the conversation. All she needed to know was that someone saw her power as good, and for once wasn't talking about her having to control it all the time. What was the fun in living if you had to live on such a short leash? She wondered, if Mrost had been her parent and guardian, would HE make her restrain from using her powers like Kiva did?
"I do believe she takes more after her father and grandfather..."
Kiva remained unaware of the inadvertent seeds of question that Mrost was planting in her little one's head. Not very far off base, however, she was concerned by the point that he brought up of what path Chamchela would eventually follow. As her mother and primary caretaker it was Kiva's duty to try to guide her down the right path in life. It bothered her greatly to think that one of her own children might grow up to be one of the world's many antagonists.
"Likewise..." Kiva replied with a glance to the brown cub, without an ounce of malice, ever composed on the outside. "I am curious, ultimately the choice is hers."
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 4:41 pm
Mrost didn't ask who Cham's father and grandfather were simply out of a vague kind of politeness, he just assumed that they too heralded from negative or less than positive domains. Still, his attention remained divided between Kiva and her daughter, somehow alerted to potential in the young one but not sure what that potential could be.
He looked back to Kiva. "So you will teach her then?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:13 pm
Chamchela settled down to lie on her stomach somewhere to the side and between the two adults, closer to Mrost. She liked this big blue "stranger", perhaps she was even already beginning to idolize him, yes. He said nice things, and not in the sickeningly sweet way that her mother or some of the other females in the pride spoke. She hoped that she'd get to see him more often.
As the adults proceeded to talk, however, she once again began to tune out the conversation, reaching out a paw, swirling a claw in a slow circle to whip up a little twister, watching as it picked up stray rocks and leaves, and of course dust. To avoid being scolded she did keep it small, but otherwise she was completely lost in her own world now.
The young mother gave pause before answering, already knowing the answer she would give but wanting to be cautious with her wording, with Chamchela listening. The truth was that Kiva could only teach her control, on a mental and emotional level at that. She was not experienced in the realms of the physical, so Devunde her son, and Chamchela her daughter could only benifit so much from their mother's lessons.
"... I will teach her all that I can, though the realm of the physical domains are not something I have experience with myself. I suppose at some point we'll have to find she and her brother another teacher."
Her attention shifted away from the young goddess, back to the god of War, still deciding on what her overall first impression was. He was polite, even if only out of a courtesy (which was more than enough reason for her), and despite their opposing domains, he had made no hostile comments. Somehow she hadn't expected War to seem so.... plesant. She still felt cautious, but experience also taught her that not all were so well fit to their domains. Perhaps there was even more to war than just the carnage and destruction it brought to her domain. There were verbal wars, mental wars, psychological wars... not all had to end with heartache. Yes, perhaps she misunderstood this domain and it's keeper.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:26 pm
Mrost looked almost distracted, relaxed and indifferent to what went on round about him. He watched Cham's little tornado pick up and twirl away, thinking as he did so that it would be so much more interesting if it were to pick up lions instead of rocks, what a weapon it would be. Still despite these idle thoughts, he was listening, one ear tilted in Kiva's direction the only sign of this. Mrost wasn't one for paying rapt attention to anything except battle. He smirked however before he spoke.
"Much of the time the physical domains are physically minded, they care only for their domain and themselves, pleasure and little else." he considered himself part of that subtype, he only cared about making himself feel normal once again, letting himself live through war and battle. However, what that goal required was making others set up the wars for him, put the wheels in motion. "I care first and foremost about pitting the mortals against each other, starting battle and sowing the seeds of unrest. Only when they finally attack can I truly breathe." Until they did fight he was cold inside, hollow of meaning or motivations.
"Should you ever seek a teacher for your daughter in the ways of combat, I have latent and formidable skills which yearn for a chance to be used again." He flicked his mane out of his slitted eyes. Yes, he could teach her combat, and probably a few other, more useful things, like politics and how to suppress mercy.
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