Greetings Infidel.
- You have stumbled upon my humble abode, betwixt a bed of thorns and branches alike. Within, you may find time slowed, and your thoughts accelerated. There is a way out, but you would not enjoy this escape. It screams of pain. Misery, and the unending torment of death and the fires of Hell. You are not forsaken, under my wing. Choose me while upon this Earth, and you shall find a temporary salvation.
I am the general, the Goddess of Growth. Upon this, most could consider me a temporary virus that infects living things. Those above bestowed a name upon me as I sprouted from the fires of death, rebellious against the clutches of cold. I was bestowed the first three syllables of my name due to my commanding position upon this plain. Admiral. And the last two syllables for the infection I spread across the land. itis. Now, do not mistake me as something bad. Those who do hate me are contained within the land of Death. For those who crave. The aching hearts, come to me, and I will help your mind grow, and your heart beat strongly.
I have been since the dawn of time, as one of the oldest Goddess on this land. I know much, but still know nothing of the future. I am not to gaze into it, as I have been told it is a disastrous thing. For now, I reside content, safe and away as I bring life, from the smallest bud of a tree, to the shrieking wail of an infant coming into the world. I am the kiss that bestows life to all creatures. If I were to fail, I would be stripped of age and knowledge, and set to start anew again.
As most would guess, I am a female, though all Gods have the ability to reproduce the way they crave, I tend to stick with my stereotype. I have not found the one I am supposed to copulate with as of yet. So I will remain alone and admire those who I can bless with recreation...in the most special of ways.
For my touch, hands, feet, and my entire body - everywhere I wander I create. I leave trails of flowers in fields, I help saplings become tall trees within seconds. The only thing to combat is the age of decay. Life should not be touched without my permission, as Death and I have a deal that we construct once a year, filling out the list of things to die, and things to live, and things to be created. It is only fair as it keeps the world in balance.
As for my appearance, I can take many forms. Those of which you'd best stay away from at times. Channeling panther to deer, from deer to woman. It is a confusing cycle, as when I do change, I may meld into creation itself. Everything I have created, I can become, within reason...I cannot become those who have been created, but the species I may change into. The one you gaze upon above is my most renowned form. All of my animagus forms contain the same color as my hair littered through their fur or scales...if you do find a flower with that startling green, please, do not step on it. I might be resting.
My Virtues are that I am patient. Having lived so long, I know how to handle those who may be a tad unruly. I have a lot of compassion for my world, and will become enraged if people treat it carelessly. I fall in love with things rather easy. Whether they are human or plant, I adore them all the same. Think of it as a motherly quality of myself.
My Vices are that I am a bit Wrathful. To those who upset me, I do hold a grudge, and may stunt their growth in a subject. Whether it be from love, to height, to a class in Philosophy, they will not learn. They will not achieve. I may be spiteful, but in time, I do let this go, and the information held back rushes at them in a massive ache.
My romantic love is for the male gender only. Preferably a God, as I do not like breeding with humans in the least. I try to refrain from choosing those that are beneath me. Such as Death and the minor Gods. As the Goddess of Growth, one of the first bestowed upon the plain of life. I tend to want a powerful God who can help protect possible future children.
Do those who dare to be born of ashe rise more than once? Could a sparrow who failed to live...live once more?
