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Name of worshiper: Jonreau

Alignment: Good
Souls appearance: A soft baby blue
Reason for worship: Jonreau had always felt like a drifting soul anyways, so he needed a place that he would feel welcomed as said soul.

How RP active will you be? I'm always up for RP, just as long as the person I'm RPing with knows and doesn't mind I take a while replying.
Show Death your loyalty: Jonreau floats over in front of the god and bows. "Greetings lord, I appreciate you taking time out of your precious life to hear my plea. I wish to join your temple and assist you in whatever you need of me."

Lukarius heard the call from his temple that a pockettu had entered, though it felt more then the calls of his normal pockettu followers. It felt stronger, and more urgent. Tilting his head, he phased in before this calling spirit with a pleased smile upon his face. Silently head heard the pockettu's prayer, but instead of summoning a jackal for this pockettu, he walked forward to gently caress it's face. "You...are a gem in my collection." He said softly, his voice soothing to hear. "I have been waiting for one such as you, a spirit so pure and wonderful. You are ever welcome in my city, and ever welcome under my service."

Luk lent forward, placing a kiss upon the brow of this pockettu before he summoned forward a dual sided scythe he had crafted but the day before, a combination of the two commonly bestowed upon his followers. Instead of the gold and steel, however, it seemed this scythe pair were crafted from a ruby gemstone and diamond. "I welcome you to my service. May your doings ever bring honor to my name, and pride to my heart." He said softly, holding out the scythe for the pockettu to take.

Osso smiled brightly, not really catching on to the fact his actions amused the God of Death. He closed his eyes and continued to smile blissfully as he was complimented and petted. Opening his innocent blue eye he looked up curiously at the God when he spoke. Putting a hand to his chin he thought for a moment, not sure exactly how to answer. Then he beamed and picked up a rib bone. "I like it, cause their fun."

Lukarius winked to his new follower, his flirty nature popping its head up. "I know you shall bring forth only good things in my realm. Take care of your brothers and sisters, my followers who are very special to me...And always know you can return to Purgatory for rest." He reached out to pat the pockettu once more on the head. "Be ever at peace, little one." He murmured, before vanishing.

Behind him, a jackal stood with a skull mask in his mouth. He pranced forward, laying the mask before this new follower before giving a yip, and vanishing as well.

Name of worshiper: Shokoti


Alignment: Neutral
Souls appearance: Almost black in appearance at first, but upon closer inspection is really a very dark purple; one large crack runs down the side of this soul, and inside and around the crack pulsates yellow, the color of curiosity.
Reason for worship: Shokoti has experienced one death in her lifetime; that of her father. It was cataclysmic and left a huge scar, but before too long it gave way to pondering and curiosity about death itself and all of the ways it can be ...studied. She started delving into tomes about voodoo and living death, and spending her time engrossed in such morbid subjects soon caused her to drift apart from her friends and the rest of her family. While she admires and respects death, in coming to the god of death himself, she does worry that her obsessions and practical experimenting will be seen as crossing a sort of border, and would love to confirm that her past time will not bring about any displeasure or wrath.

How RP active will you be? As active as I can. ^^
Show Death your loyalty: Shokoti knew that she was treading dangerous ground. She wanted to ensure that there was peace between herself and the god she most admired, but was unsure if he already knew what she liked to do in her spare time. She did so want his blessing in her endeavors, but she also knew the temperament of deities could change as swiftly as a stormy wind, and so she sought to bring the most peaceful and meaningful thing she could think of. She clumsily walked up to the altar, clutching what appeared to be some sort of nest in her feathered 'hands'; she did not trust herself to carry it with her feet. Setting it down onto the ground, she cast a swift look to ensure that nothing was damaged; what looked like a bird's nest was actually a decorative basket so tightly woven from twigs that it almost appeared capable of holding water. Grasses in different subdued shades had been woven in between the branches to form intricate symbols, all relating in some way to death. But nestled inside the basket in it's own bed of soil was the real gift; a plant that at first glance appeared to be curled up in death.
After assuring herself that it was intact, Shokoti lowered her head and closed her eyes, praying a silent prayer in her mind, figuring that it would be easier for the explanation to reach the god's ears, as her own voice tended to be dashed with Creole. Greetings, oh great one. I come in peace to offer myself to you, as a loyal follower of all that is death. I humbly offer this plant; a symbol of peace and a testament to your power. It is called the Jericho rose, but most commonly known as the resurrection plant; it appears to die when water is scarce, but the smallest drop will cause it to flourish anew, a plant with a single, beautiful yellow bloom. Please accept both this and I, and keep not your servant in the dark if you find my gift favorable.

Lukarius was at first stunned by this soul who wandered so carefully into his temple. He stared at it for some time before finally seeing the yellow pulses of the crack in this beings soul illuminated the black appearance into the dark purple it truly was. He sighed to himself, glad he would not need to reap this one's soul to try preserving it from the void. Not quite yet at least...watch closely, perhaps, but still while it were alive and growing.

Curious now of her gift, he appeared on his throne before her to stare at her and her nest. He studied her again, this time listening to the whispers of a jackal whom had appeared by his side. Apparently this little lady was obsessed with his realm...more so than most mortals has right to be. This, however, did not cause him distress. Indeed, he felt quite pleased.

"You have a great deal of audacity to plunge yourself so deeply into my domain without so much as a by-your-leave before doing so, young miss." He scolded good naturedly. "But your audacity pleases me quite more then the simpering of many mortal fools. Fear can have its uses, but gets quickly irritating too." Lukarius stood and strolled to Shokoti with a smile. "I accept you and your gifts, for curiosity is a gift all in itself."

Lukarius summoned a second jackal, this one carrying the follower bundle he gave all worshiping followers. Reaching into it, he drew out the two scythes much altered from their normal appearances, for these ones were modified to strap to this lovely misses wings without being in her way. "Accept my gifts to you, you miss, and know you're welcome always as a scholar in the depths of my purgatory."

Lukarius sat silently upon his throne as he watched the masses of his jackle messengers making their appearance throughout his kingdom to his loyal followers. They were all being sent to spread his word, to make all hear his announcement.

Luk smiled a bit once his jackles were in place before he rose to his feet. His voice came booming from the jackals throats as he started, "My loyal followers. How beloved you are to me. Even when i have been absent from my throne, never have you strayed from my image. Never have your souls lost their connection to my heart!" The god paused, his smile growing, though he knew only those pockettu whom were in his throne room could see him. He thought of his brother and the reason for this announcement, and so could not help but smile.

"I have been speaking with our ally, and of our alliance with the God of Darkness. Never have we had more to celebrate then now, for Antarmurrs and I have decided to strengthen our bonds. My beloved souls, my followers, I call those of you whom are learned in the arts of masonry to help your God this day. For I've a dream to build a shrine to honor my brother Antarmurrs here, in Purgatory. We will build an alliance with our blood, with our flesh, with our souls, the likes of which none shall dare to stand against. We shall make the world tremble in awe at our strength. Come forth, my loyal souls. Come forth and help me show the God of Darkness the true strength of we, the reapers of souls."

Name of worshiper: Skella

Alignment: Good
Souls appearance: A silver soul with a pink core. Upon first glance a tinge of orange can be seen.
Reason for worship: Skella finds death to be a beautiful thing. To be released from one's Earthly bonds, free of whatever ailes them. Although she does not always agree with when it is someone's "time" [example: a child passing], she finds ways to see beauty in it.

How RP active will you be? If able, I will RP.
Show Death your loyalty: Skella's hooves clomped across the ground with a graceful clicky-clack while her eyes stared at the shrine dedicated to the God she worshiped with all her being. She fiddled with the flower in her hand, twirling it idly as she searched for the right words. They escaped her. A moment passed and yet they still did not manage to find their way to her mouth. Mildly frustrated she decided on giving a gift she kept for such an occasion on her person. A stone-carved skull with obsidian orbs for eyes. Smiling warmly she pulled it from the bag she kept draped across her side and bowed before the shrine. In a moment she placed it at the base, her words light and soft, "For you, my Lord"