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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:05 pm
 There was at least one thing to be said about not having parents, and that was there was no one about to tell who he could and could not see, and where he could and could not go. The freedom was nice on the warmest and brightest of days, but the added sting of loneliness in the dark hours was there. Luckily, it was the hours before evening and Khuluma had found a relaxing pond and had found something to pass his time while he rested between flights. While he was soon growing use to watching zebra and prairie dogs, he had discovered a pile of bones from what he could only think was a very large animal. It had been years, as the bones were not implanted in the mud after many rainfalls, and now jutted out of the ground, bleach white and cracked, with soft grass growing inside. While he had to admit the thought of such a large animal dying was grime, the fact that whatever animal had done the deed was ages past and possibly dead made him upbeat enough to trot in and out of the ribcage and test out the strength with his paws.
Nothing budged, and he chalked it up to the bones being firmly implanted in the ground than due ot his own strength, or lack there of. Grinning, he found the most beautiful flowers and mushrooms growing around the bones, and while this was indeed a very visible graveyard in the prairie, it felt as secure and protective as being under any bush or tree was. It was nature now, back to the earth, and was almost brilliant in it’s white color to see against the pale blue of the sky.
“Just breathtaking.” He breathed out, moving away from the ribs to take a few steps back and trying to take the full image in his eyes. Since he had been traveling alone, he was starting to grow in the habit of talking to himself. Since no animals were about to call him peculiar, he continued. “My. My. Even in death, years after, you are very impressive, if I do say so myself.” He said, moving to a broken skull and looking into the eye. If it hadn’t been already cleaned, he would have found it repulsive, but the smell of blood and rot was gone now, making it more of an attraction to him than a deterrent.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 4:38 am
 Mrost could practically feel the precence of another god when they were nearby, always, like a low thrum in his mind. Never sure of what domain, how close or in what form they would be. This time it was only after a great deal of wandering that he found what he thought was a god nearby, near a long since bleached clean carcass. Eyeing the wings as he approached nearer, his own held close to his sides, he tried to move as quietly as he could. This took a great deal of effort for the blue god, his armour loud and unweildy at his current age, his appearance more scruffy and teenage than noble and powerful. Still, he wasn't one to let an oppertunity to encounter one of his kin slide, they often made the most potent of allies.
He came to a halt not far off and sat down patiently, his tail curved around to rest at his forepaws, his electric blue eyes fixed on the unusual golden cub, making no effort to make his precence known, keen to simply observe for now until he was noticed. As he watched, he wracked his mind for any memory of this god in his previous life and came up lacking. Apparently this male was one as yet unmet by him. This in itself was interesting, what domain could he be?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:19 am
Khuluma didn’t have that strong hold of sensing another god. Maybe it just got overlooked in all the other sensations and surroundings that he took in, but he had yet to differentiate what was the soft movement of a god off in the distance, to that of, say, getting a cramp in his side from flying. Currently occupied with entertaining himself with the bones, a soft thud was hardly a concern for him. As he set his paws onto the skull and peered in, he hummed to himself and swayed, finding himself chipper in the soft sunlight and open sky. He had digested a good bit of conversation a few days ago and was feeling rather nice from it.
As he poked his head in, he found a few millipedes were crawling inside and reared back, before falling back. “Ew. I guess not all of it is breathtaking.” A rather cold chill ran down his back. It was then that he did notice something. While he wasn’t that quick to pick up the presence of a god, he did know when he had an audience. It was the feeling of eyes upon you, and while most found it unsettling, it made Khuluma smile and his heart skip a beat.
Perplexed, and still on his back, he looked about and noticed a very dark shape sitting. Confused, he tried to think of all the animals he had seen thus far, but nothing matched this particular color and shape. Frowning, Khuluma rolled over onto his stomach and shook off some of the grass before looking out. What he saw was even better than any audience. It was a god! He knew, because no mortal had wings, which Khuluma was glad this god did not bother to hide. Spotting a god in mortal form was not something he was good at.
Standing, he took a few steps, but paused to take note of his appearance. Taking a moment, he quickly arranged his hair, flicking a few stray pieces of grass out of his curling hair and making sure if felt pristine before trotting his way over. The other god was a deep purple, with white markings and tattered wings. A thoughtful expression was framed around with metal, and he had two horns atop his head. Seeing these, Khuluma grinned. Was this a brother of Palahala, the god of prey? If so, it looked like a rather dark version
Speaking of which, Khuluma remembered a particular warning he got. A dark god, big, with sharp teeth. Looking the god over, he shook his head. Not him. The god was bigger than he was, but not impressively so, and while dark, wasn’t pitch. He also so no visible teeth.
“Hello there! I didn’t expect to meet another god about.” He called out as he approached, smiling sweetly as he took the other godling in. “Hello. My name is Khuluma. ” The godling was always quick with introductions. They were vital for him to remember names, but a nuisance that he liked to get out quickly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:27 am
Mrost nodded slowly, still eying the other god, curiosity etched in every line of his body. He wasn't sure what to make of the other, even as he introduced himself. He /seemed/ nice enough but with gods that could always be deceptive, even the snake seemed to smile as it poised to strike. Still a bit of politeness never really hurt anyone. He nodded slightly.
"Mrost." he stated matter of factly. "War" he added as an amendment, it was generally not so easy to guess his domain from his appearance and he never did see much reason to leave people in the dark about it. They usually seemed to appreciate knowing what they were dealing with and all its associated little quirks.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:50 am
Hmm. It seems that this particular god wasn’t much of a talker, but that’s what Khuluma was there for after all. While he did struggle through conversations before, he usually had the better strength in moving from topic to topic to keep it from dieing too quickly. It did help that his own powers made others more likely to talk, but Khuluma was not aware of this. Naturally, anyone would want to talk to someone as shimmering in color and as pleasant as he was.
As of right now, he had yet to meet any god associated with war. Past, Prey, Guilt, even Imagination were all domains he encountered, but never a fighter. Looking the god over, he could see it now and stood up a little straighter. “I’m the god of Rhetoric. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrost.” While the domain would probably make others more wary or afraid, Khuluma was new to the concept of gods being dangerous. The only gods that had seemed mean were Thunder and Colors*.
“Must be nice to have such a peaceful day. ” Really, Khuluma wasn’t familiar with War, but was trying to move the conversation on what little he knew. It should be easy after all since they were both cubs, and Khuluma liked having someone his own age. Maybe they could play!
The other question that came to him was one that was always asked of him. "You all alone, too?" Cubs on their own were unusual, as he was told. He wondered if Mrost had no family, or at least not one directly related from blood.
*Colors is actually the god of Arts.
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