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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:54 am
 A light, cooler breeze swept over the savanna grass, signaling the sun's disappearance along with much of its warmth. Cerulean blue skies had transitioned into a darker gradient, leaving an opening for faint stars to appear throughout the evening night. A black figure with rather large wings stood in the distance, and the beginnings of her flight could be observed as they stretched; her long, trailing wing feathers blended into the young night sky itself, and it would have been hard to discern wing from sky if not for the white short feathers that protruded from the base. A tinkling of the female's crystal held on her necklace could be heard as she finally lifted into the sky, soaring slowly and calmly. And as she passed through the skies, it seemed like, conversely with the passing of time, the sky darkened into a deeper night as well.
The young lioness's head turned upwards, observing the night she represented. For now, the sky was mostly clear, save for the full stars and moon now present. She smiled inwardly; it was her time, once again, and she was energized. But she was alone, as she sensed no calls, and silently wished for a dream-filled sleep; if only she didn't watch over the mortals and her domain, she would.
But she wore her duty well and proud.
And so her flight began to halt in mid-air, preparing for a lazy grounding, as the skies seemed barren and lifeless for now; perhaps there was something to find to occupy oneself with in lower altitudes...
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:18 pm
 The skies were clear because another being had brought the clouds down to the very earth. Any winged creature knew what a cloud felt like, or looked like when it was passed through, but mortals did not and rarely realized that when a fog lay across the land it was a cluster of lazy clouds resting from flight.
The clouds weren't the only ones resting. In fact, they had come down to cling to the land because their diety had. Mavundevunde was strewn out across the moist grasses, his eyes turned aimlessly towards the sky. His wings and tail, looking much like the clouds that usually drifted in the sky, twisted and curled gently. Their hues even changed from the typical white to the purples and blues of night drawing near.
The truth was, Devu didn't really seek anything. He never did. He drifted, just like his clouds. Even cloudless, however, the sky enchanted him. He enjoyed the changing colors and the speckles of hidden stars that only came out when the sun had set. As he watched his now, patiently and without rush, he saw something else; a shape, a being who looked very much like the sky he observed. She was nearing, too.
He sat up slowly, as if waking from a nap. The widening of his eyes to attentiveness was slow and gradual, but once the goddess was near it was clear he was truly looking at her, not a passive glance or a forgetful look as he usually gave. He was actually looking, and there seemed quite a bit of curiousity in his eyes.
"You came as the night did," he said to her, not having much sense to raise his voice a little to be heard. It was not an observation of her domain, he was not that insightful, but of what he had seen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:45 pm
The apparent thick vapors that had settled down below became visible as soon as keen silver eyes turned towards them. The goddess was curious of why it seemed as if a clump of the soft mist had congregated more potently around a more specific part on the land, and concentrated her dive towards that area. It was a relatively tranquil night - she sensed nothing of real notable interest from her view, so there was no apprehension felt in her descent. To her, the grouped clouds were perhaps merely the work of the natural forces that held the earth, though she would find something more.
For unbeknownst to the goddess, an observer had clung onto her flight's landing. As if it hadn't been already more difficult than usual to navigate through the veiled air towards the earth, the small call and sighting of an unexpected stranger surely completed the distraction. Consequently, it didn't come as a surprise that the black lioness was startled and taken aback by the nearing pale blue form that her head had quickly turned, baffled, right before the ground rushed at her. Her paws that should have been angling correctly for the land's brace had been unprepared, and instead of the naturally graceful movements her body was accustomed to, a stumble came -- and the goddess soon found herself almost tumbling over herself as the earth proved to be a rather hard surface when one crash landed on it.
She came relatively close to the other lion enough to have her embarrassing accident seen in full view, but far enough that if he had harmful intentions, she would have been able to slip away without being struck. It took a few moments for the goddess to regain her composure - the length of which she prayed wouldn't land her in a dangerous situation - and once she could stand on all four paws again, she immediately turned to the figure that contributed to her fall.
"I am the reason the night comes," she said in partial defense and response to his earlier words.
And then she realized that the pale blue form before her was a being like her, and raised her guard, which had already been high from the shame of her trip. While he looked like he meant no harm, it was hard to put her caution aside, especially when she was presently not at her best. So she continued a locked gaze on him--colder than she meant it to be--and secretly attempted to conceal a wavering arm, shaky from the collision with the floor.
"And who might you be?" she inquired, curiosity getting the better of her, "How long have you been watching?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 2:46 pm
Devu watched as the goddess tumbled onto the ground, his eyes following her movements, but his body remained still and without tension. He had never seen such an awful landing before, or perhaps he had in his childhood but the memory was long since lost through his drifting, lazy days of late. Fascinated still he watched her right herself, offering no aid, but no judgment either.
"Are you really?" He responded, his eyes still pleasantly wide and his partially open mouth tilted in the tiniest of smiles. He said with sincerity, "How wonderful."
He was oblivious to any hostility or discomfort she held, but having very little interaction with anyone these days it wasn't surprising his social skills were lacking. He kept his eyes on her passively, the way one watches a landscape or, in his case, the sky.
"Me?" He said, seeming dazed by the question. He didn't get asked it often. "...Mavundevunde." He added dreamily, "I always watch the sky. It is the most beautiful thing...to ever exist."
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:49 pm
Though we was watching her intently - a bit more uncomfortable than she would have liked - the goddess was thankful for at least the apparent lack of danger. His speech, however honest and true, seemed distant and lackluster - as if he was not really talking at all.
Perhaps she had replied too pretentiously. Even so, it seemed as if he accepted it well, even with admiration. But it wasn't quite... admiration that kept his eyes glued to her form. She was sure there was something else she couldn't discern in his impassioned yet respectful gaze.
She nodded when he was confused at who she was talking to; it seemed he was one of the gods who kept to themselves, perhaps wandering around in their haven for extended time. It wasn't a lifestyle for her, as she felt the calls of the mortals strongly, and learned throughout her lifetimes that she would never abandon their needs.
"Mavundevunde," she repeated, "That rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? I am Bast. I am also Night. I am afraid that is only one half of the sky's being, and the only half I'm able to operate in..."
A sigh came out quite unexpectedly, though Mavundevunde's wistful statement brought it out, "I don't believe I've ever had a chance to watch the sky during the day. Is it that beautiful?"
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