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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:37 pm
Feeling chipper, he put on his makeshift antlers and went through the prairie, again deciding he could care less about hiding his wings. He was a proud little god, and he liked fluttering them up and down as they could what little breeze the savannah had to offer. In a few days, he would have playmates, and he would be very happy big brother. To think that when he first came into this world, he had no one at all and no place to go. How time flew!
Happy, he thought of Abayomi, the Festival Goddess, and decided to move his hips to the swaying of the grass to get a little rhythm. He wasn't a good dancer, but he wanted to get better so he could show her later on. With this, he did a little hum as he moved along the grass, the little leaves on his stick horns moving in the breeze.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:06 am
Fleance heaved a heavy sigh, he waved a foot as he hung from a tree branch. Just last week he'd seen a leopard in such a lazy position, and he fancied to try it for himself. It was as comfortable as it looked, and with quite the nice vantage point. The savannah stretched out for miles and miles before the god, and it was quite a nice day, too. A passing and faint smile crossed his mouth, a very rare sight for the god, and he closed his eyes, letting the sun soak through the overhanging branches to warm his back.
Dozing, the god was woken by the sound of footsteps below, and his dull red eyes flew open. They darted around nervously, and his muscles tensed until he could find the source. However... Perhaps his fear was a little quick to judge. He had spotted the one making the noise, a golden form shaking his body to some unheard beat... But what surprised him were the wings. A God? But it was so small! Could it be a young god? That didn't scare him as much as the thought of an angry mother goddess looking for her young and seeing an adolescent immortal looming over her baby. His ears flicked back, and he looked down nervously.
Maybe if he was lucky, the cub would be too busy to notice legs hanging from limb. Fleance swallowed hard, and shifted, trying to keep his place... But only succeeded in breaking of a small branch that found it's way onto the small twigs already perched atop his head. Ohgreat.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 12:24 pm
The branch thunked on his head, and he paused, sitting down to hold his head, rubbing it with his large paws. “Owwww..” He whined, gripping a loose branch and pulling it out of his hair. As he did, the branch tangled in his golden mane and he turned his head, whining as he tried to uncurl his locks from the branches before pulling it out. A few strands stuck out from the now removed branch, making Khuluma check his head to make sure he didn’t have a bald spot. Luckily, his mane was thick, and he breathed out as he went to check his “horns”. After he did a maintenance check of his hair, his horns, and then adjusting his head band to make sure everything was tightly secure, he started the offending twig and then tree. How rude!
When he looked up, he spotted the gray legs dangling from a branch, which made him step back. Taking in more and more of the tree, his head turning to look up more and more and more, he spotted the lounging god in the tree and stood still. Here he didn’t even think about checking trees for gods and here one was. “Did you throw a branch at me?” A hello would have worked just fine! Not only had it hit his head, but it almost ruined his hairdo! Khuluma’s tiny ears went back as he looked up at him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 2:28 pm
Fleance felt badly for hitting this little kid. But in his defense, the cub should watch where he walked. Of course, that was just an excuse, but he was trying to make himself feel better about the incident. The god shook his head frantically. "No, I really didn't mean to. Look kid, I'm sorry, okay?" He frowned and stared at the cub with his ever-plaintive eyes. He didn't realize that as an elder god, he might look a little intimidating, what with the high ground, but Fleance was also nervous that by descending and approaching to make his apology, the younger god might also feel a little threatened. Plus he was really really comfortable where he was.
"Are you alright down there? It didn't get you too hard, did it? Hey, I really didn't mean to make it fall." He pursed his lips, trying to think of some way to make amends, though little to none came to mind. He couldn't really make a kill. God's didn't need to eat, and this cub probably least of all. Absentmindedly, he stared at the branches intentionally put in the golden mane and wondered what the difference was between those and the one that fell on him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 5:41 pm
While he may have grumbled, he still wasn't one to be angry at the other god. Just upset he got hurt and a bit pouty as a result. He did check his fake horns and noticed that one of the branches was bent. Frowning, he reached up and pulled it out, making him look uneven as he inspected the broken branch in his hand. "I'm fine, but you broke one of my horns." He looked about him. The good thing about being near a tree was that he could always replace his headgear. "Need to find a new one." Walking to the tree, he reached up, and noticed that the branches were higher up. He wasn't good enough to hover when flying, and after a few attempts to reach up, sat down. "Can you throw me another branch? I need one tthhiiisss big." He held out his paws for the other god to see.
As he waited, he started to smile. "My name is Khuluma. I'm the god of Rhetoric. Who are you? Are you the god of trees?" Khuluma couldn't be sure. The god was gray in color, which made him think of storm clouds or rocks.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 4:05 pm
Fleance felt bad for the kid, especially considering when that it was his fault. When asked for his help, the god bobbed his head and leaned down to take the selected branch in his teeth. However... This stretch caused him to lose his balance. Fleance's jaws closed on the branch as his body slipped loose, and he plummeted a good ways to the ground, but somehow managed mid-fall to twist and protect the branch. Just not the rest of him. The adolescent landed with a thump on his rump, and his jaw fell slack as an expression of pain, and the branch was lain at Khuluma's feet.
It took him a few moments to regain his senses properly, and he flopped his large head, ears and bead beating against his skull, and he forced a grin. "Nice to meet you, Khuluma. I'm Fleance. My domain is sometimes related to trees, after they burn, at least." He eyed him for a second then chuckled, feeling sheepish, he went on, "I'm the God of Ashes, and this," he nudged the stick at his feet, "is an offering to you, oh Great Khuluma."
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 9:24 pm
While he wanted a branch, he didn’t want the other god to get hurt in the process. Worried, he winced when the other god fell flat on his back, and stepped closer to see if he was okay. It turned out he was, though he didn’t look as if he was fine. Pain was clearly etched on his face, and Khuluma now felt guilt in having asked for a branch that caused him to fall out of the tree in the first place. If this was the God of Trees, he wasn’t very good at if.
It turned out he was mistaken, and Khuluma found out he was talking to Ashes. Not a domain he would have guessed if given a day to throw out ideas, but certainly one that was interesting enough to catch his interest. Almost as much as being called “Great”, which only made him giggle and give him a dismissive gesture. “I’m not THAT great. Just call me Khuluma. It’s nice to meet you, Fleance, or do you like Ashes? I can’t ever decide who likes which best. ” There were plenty of gods who just liked being called by their domain, which he felt was more like they were all business. Taking the stick, Khuluma sat down and turned his head, starting to work the stick into his headband to create another horn. “Are you okay, Fleance. That was a big fall. I would be hurt right now if that was me, and you don’t look great. ” It was clear that the golden lion wanted to make sure that the other god wasn’t suffering.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:43 pm
Fleance stood and shook off his fall, not feeling at all the least bit seriously injured. The bigger god patted the younger one on the head, carefully so as not to disturb his luscious mane or anymore sticks. It was a brotherly gesture, and he sat down on his haunches as Khuluma set to work. "Oh, I'm sure you're just being modest. It's very nice to meet you too, Khuluma."
Having never been called 'Ashes' before, he paused. "Fleance will do, or Flea for short if you're exceptionally lazy." He could remember times in past lives where less than reputable lions had called him such, but it didn't really bother him. It seemed Khuluma was still worried about his little tumble. Fleance laughed and nodded. "I'm tougher than that! I'm a god." Although, he was a bit taken aback that he 'didn't look that great'. That was how he always looked! His grin was a little sheepish, but the juvenile probably didn't mean it to be like that, no harm intended. The god's dull red eyes watched with great interest as the little one made a new headband, wondering why he fancied having 'horns' in the first place. Not every god had to have them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:17 pm
A slow eyebrow rose up at the name Flea. "Flea doesn't seem to suit you, if I may be so bold. It's rather insulting for such a big god, and you're certainly not a pest with manners like that. You did help me find a new horn." He smiled, adjusting said horn as best he could before Khuluma started to check that his hair was also in a nice order. When it was, he also went to tightening the headband he used to keep everything together, just to be certain that they would not slip out easily and would remain up straight. Sometimes some of the herd beast snickered as he passed them if he had a horn dropping down.
"It's good that you're tough, but I'm a god too and I'm not that that strong. I don't think I'd be quick to pick myself up if I feel out of a tree." Then again, Khuluma wasn't very agile when climbing trees and had a low tolerance for pain. Not getting into fights or hunting meant he was rather soft. His hardships were few and far between, meaning he was tender and quick to cry at times.
"How does it look? Are my horns straight?" he asked, sitting straight and still for Fleance to look him once over.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 1:52 am
Fleance grinned. This was a pretty nice kid, and polite, too. However, he'd never understand the need for antlers, but Fleance too had enough manners than to blatantly question another god's fashion sense. As Khuluma went on about his tumble, Fleance got a hint at that same stupid sort of pride that all boys get at one point, from getting away with something just as dumb more or less no worse for the wear.
"That'll probably change when you get older and stronger, Khuluma. I've had much worse in my days." And he had. Dying was no easy task.
But thankfully he had little time to dwell on his personal miseries. He sized up the golden god and with a faint 'hmm' from his chest, he reached forward and nudged the headband just ever-so-slightly. "...There! Now you're perfect." Fleance sat back, pleased with himself for having found a sufficient branch and for helping the cub get the branches just right on his head.
"Oh, Khuluma, I forgot to ask. What's your domain?" The adolescent tilted his forehead. If he had to hazard a guess he'd say gold. It seemed to ooze from the cub's essence.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:51 pm
Khuluma offered a large grin to having his horns arranged perfectly, and ceased to fiddle around with the headband to sit proudly. While he was pretty, he liked when his horns were just right to show how beautiful he could be. The herd beast all snickered when he came, but he was sure they would have been jealous of him if he had actual horns. He couldn’t help if he was made this way, and really, he looked dashing anyways. He could make due with the horns he had on for now. Maybe he could find a Horn God or Goddess sometime to get a pair. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?!
Flea was being very kind to him, and he felt comfortable around the other god. The gray god was hopeful in telling him he’d get big and strong someday, something Pala and Zebadie always told him, and felt more convinced when it was from a stranger. “I do hope I get bigger and stronger, but not too big and strong. I still want to look nice.” He’d seen elephants and they were NOT pretty.
Wondering if he had told his domain or not, he let it pass and continued. “I’m the god of Rhetoric. I’d do something to show it, but I don’t have any powers just yet. Not that I know of. Maybe when I get bigger, I’ll have them. What about you? You’re a older god. Older than I am at least. Do you have any powers?”
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 9:50 pm
Fleance grinned, "You can get too big, but you can never get too strong. My brother is both. He's thiiiiis big." The god sat back on his haunches and stretched out his forelegs in a hyperbole about Ezriel's size. But to Fleance's credit, the god of rebellion was the largest one he'd ever met, and now his cubs were the same size as Khuluma. My, what handfuls they were getting to be. If only the little monsters were as polite as Khuluma was. Everyone's lives would be easier.
Maybe Fleance had bumped his head too hard, since he'd forgotten the he'd already been told his domain. He tilted his head in a little more confusion. It was much easier to imagine gods with concrete domains, like ashes or volcanoes or rocks, trees, etc. but abstract ones were much harder to interpret, be it Khuluma's rhetoric or his brother's rebellion. He nodded, "You'll figure them out soon enough, I've got most of mine down to a science."
Taking a step back so he could demonstrate, the god also smiled, "I'm many life times old, Khuluma. As old as fire and who is as old as the sun, and I'm as old as my sister who is as old as the land." Ashes had been around for a very long time, you see. "But in this lifetime, I'm not all too old, but I've still got time on you. Now watch this!" Fleance demonstrated his most basic of powers. Step down, lift paw, and tah-dah! Fleance gestured to where he'd just stood, and in the dirt lay a thin layer of ashes in the exact shape of his foot. "Almost anything I touch turns to ashes. Almost, because I can't touch you and make you go poof! Animals are fine. But all of my footprints are ashen, you see?" He raised another foot and the result was the same.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 5:18 pm
Khuluma really wanted to get strong and big, and saying that the sky was the limit was just the thing he liked to hear. Sure, he couldn’t hunt for nothing, but who needed hunting when you were a god? No, he wanted to be powerful enough to do his duties well and be very well respected among his immortal peers. That and to make Palahala proud so that he would always pay attention to him. The god had been preoccupied lately that he was getting a bit miffed.
It was good to get away and learn from other gods once in a while, especially when they had such interesting powers. The demonstration took his full attention, and he lowered down to the ground to see Fleance show his powers. Ashes! “That is such a devastating power to have. I’m glad you can touch gods or else I’d be worried about turning to dust.” He leaned in close before feeling his nose twitch and giving a good sneeze. Sniffing, he looked up at the older (or from what he said, MUCH OLDER) god. “What do you do for mortals then? I heard all gods came from mortal beliefs and that we serve them. Do mortals need you a lot?” It was a valid question, as asking for ashes didn’t seem the sort of thing he’d ask for. Ashes were dirty after all, and he liked being clean. They also itched his nose.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 6:46 pm
Fleance grinned sheepishly. He didn't think himself all that 'devastating'. The only time he'd used his domain was really as a party trick and to entertain his children. It just happened. He'd tested it, though. After a hunt but before the final blow, he'd placed both of his paws on the still-breathing beast. But nothing had happened. But when the life was gone from the beast, and he stood on it with the same intent, slowly his feet sank in as the body decomposed into ashes.
He laughed when Khuluma sneezed. "That happens to me all the time. Except when I sneeze, ashes come out. When I cough, too."
Fleance tilted his head. Mortals? "Well I usually run a little lean on belief. Packs or prides around volcanoes are usually good sources... Oh! Any time after a bush fire when it's black and smoky as far as the eye can see, mortals stand in awe of what's left... Nothing!" He stretched out a leg and mimicked someone looking at burnt land. "Nothing but ashes, that is!" He sat back. "That's a good time of 'feeding' for me. I never start them, but when I hear of one on the wind - or smell one, I always hang around the area for a while." Fleance nodded. It was understandable how it could be hard for him to get by, but he wondered about Khuluma...
"What about you?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:05 pm
His domain? Well, no one really had bothered to ask. When Khuluma talked with others, he usually lead the conversation and it never really landed back on him. He never had to answer this question before. “Well, I guess I don’t really know. My domain isn’t straightforward like others. Gods of certain things like trees or birds or mountains have places to go and different areas to be. Rhetoric can happen anywhere someone has a voice. I’ve never been pulled to go this way or that, and I don’t know anything about my powers. I don’t even know what they are. I’ve never used them, and I don’t think anyone has ever needed me. If they have, I don’t know about it. I don’t even know how I would go about finding out. I’m thinking I’ll know when I’m older since Pala keeps telling me I’ll find out more when I grow up.” He already knew that he didn’t know much about his god powers or what he was suppose to be doing, but now he felt as if he was being lazy or purposely neglectful to his duties.
The corners of his lips tugged down as he thought of a responsibility he didn’t know how to handle. “I guess I’m not a very good god right now. I’m hoping I’ll find out soon. If not….I don’t know what I’d do!” He looked at Fleance. “Did you know all about your powers since you were young?” Maybe he was really behind on all the other gods and had to figure out what to do. A ball of slowly forming panic started to form in his stomach. He didn’t want to be a bad god!
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