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 Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 8:12 pm
For now, he had plenty of time to think. The good thing about being a god was that he didn’t need to rush, though being bored did wear on him. Right now, he was young and he had a nice patch of shade. Arching his back, he stretched out and rested his paws on his chest, letting one paw play with his necklace as he thought.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 4:07 pm
Well that... could have gone better.
Vár shook her head, exasperation mixed with the urge to clear her mind of the last couple of hours. First job in longer than she liked to think, and it was totally botched. She supposed she should have guessed it would be. They were just kids, the male still had a patchy tuft on his chest and the female's voice held that shrill edge and demanding tone of one whose parents still took care of her.
But they had seemed very sure, at the time. They would love each other FOREVER. The female had that fiery, dedicated look that Vár was well accustomed too, somewhere between stubbornness, dedication, and madness, and the male hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her. And it had been his idea to call her! That was almost a first, usually it was the lioness who decided to make things official, to demand some sort of lasting loyalty.
So it had seemed like it would go well. Explained who she was, what a sacred oath meant, how, if broken, the punishment you agreed upon would be acted out, how there would be no bargaining. She explained that if they were not truthful in their want to take the oath they would not be able to, for her presence would not allow for it. And then she had started to talk about punishments, and things had gone very, very badly.
The lioness and her beau had blurted out entirely different ideas of a good punishment. She had said death (so typical), he had said baldness (surprisingly typical as well), and well, there was no salvaging that. The lioness had started yelling, he had started begging, she had started crying, he had started defending, and Vár had been seconds away from smacking them both and sending them home to their parents when she winged away.
Hell and damnation, what a thing to happen after such a long break. She had landed not far away and walked from there, having to reconcile a job most certainly not well done. If they called again she was going to have to have words with them. She hated having words. She always put them very frankly and they always tried to talk their way around it, and, well, that was not proper.
So distracted was she by this didn't realize she had company till she was nearly sharing the same air. Only a couple of dozen feet away from where the shade of a single tree kept watch over it's occupant. And it was pretty inexcusable to have missed him, his fur was pale and bright, not exactly camouflaged in the dirt, and he wasn't exactly hiding. Something else was digging at the back of her mind, as well, but she couldn't at the moment discern what it was.
"Good afternoon," she said, voice as monotone as ever, despite her internal chagrin at being so rude and careless. Not a terribly great day at all.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 7:53 pm
While Khuluma stood out, the Goddess did a better job of hiding herself. Her large body was a milky tan with pale white accenting her body and wings. Her wings were soft in color, but large compared to the younger lion, and her horns reminded him of the many herd animals he use to live with. For a moment, he thought that Palahala might have a sister, but he could see from her build that this probably wasn’t true. The Herd God never mentioned a sister, as Khul was getting much better at picking out a god from a goddess, and her jewelry perked his attention. Her hair was an interesting feature of loose braids tied off with large loops, something he had never seen before and was sure the God of Manes, a friend he had once met, would be proud. There was no reason to hate her from what he saw, but he was feeling particularly spiteful to females as of late. Still, he was a social god who depended on talk to live, and he was starving for a small talk, especially if someone else was starting it.
Rolling to his side, he gave off a small smile. “Good afternoon….though I have to say you don’t exactly look that way.” Her tone and rather bland expression didn’t seem exactly perky and chipper. “..but its always a good afternoon when I can meet a goddess. Well, usually.” Unlike Var, his words were warm, inviting, and spurred on others to talk.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 2:46 pm
Vár still couldn't quite believe she'd been so unobservant that she missed coming along someone so noticeable, and this wasn't soothed any when the stranger moved into a position more suitable for conversation, dragging his bright wings behind him.
At least it explained the niggling at the back of her mind. God. One she didn't recognize, although that was forgivable; he was still young (and damned if she wasn't already tired or kids today) and she hadn't been home in so long she no longer was up to date on who was who. Not like she was ever particularly socially minded.
Proved ever so true when the youth started talking to her. Didn't exactly look what way? Already exasperated, her brow furrowed ever so slightly. She didn't have the patience for this sort of thing, but she'd gotten herself into it.
"I see," she didn't, "I am sorry I interrupted your nap. I am Vár."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:40 pm
She didn’t seem the inviting type, which surprised him why she had bothered to talk to him in the first place. There had been plenty of Gods and Goddesses who had given him the cold shoulder, in which case he was the one pursuing them to talk, but maybe this Goddess had only been polite to greet him and meant nothing more by it. Either way, she opened herself up, and he was going to take the opportunity to talk to her while he could. With the world being as big as it is, one never knew when you’d ever see another God or Goddess again.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Var. My name is Khuluma. God of Rhetoric.” Even though he was not given her domain, he wasn’t about to hold it against her. If anything, it would slip out through talking or she would be prompted by him saying his own domain. Either or, and when that failed, he could just guess. “I was just resting for a flight, not napping, but I would have woken up just to talk. I find it more energizing than resting my eyes.” He offered his best, warmest smile, trying to will her to sit down or make a more definite position to talk. Right now, she still looked ready to walk off. “Are you traveling?”
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 3:48 pm
Vár was stoic at the best of times, her language had to be clear and concise, because if it wasn't, and the bounds of an Oath were unclear, things could go very badly. She tended to think those who were overly loquacious were, well, hiding something. Dancing around issues.
Next best thing to lying.
But she'd had to get over that, mostly, because everyone but her talked at least a little less plainly. Or, in this case, a lot less plainly.
"Well met Khuluma," she took a couple of steps forward, until she was in the shade before continuing, "I am the Goddess of Oaths," she added, realizing that if they didn't know each other he likely wouldn't know that already. Mortals knew her name, at times, enough to occupy her time, but not everyone did.
"Ah, well," she responded. It was good to know that she hadn't interrupted anything, the rudeness of that had prompted her to speak in the first place (you couldn't very well walk only paces by someone and ignore their presence) , but she wasn't sure what to make of the idea that talking was more restful than resting. Seemed backwards, talking usually bothered her a bit more, it meant, for the most part, that she wasn't accomplishing much. But there wasn't much to be accomplished today, one job gone wrong was usually enough.
"Not really, I was," she paused, trying to think of a way to phrase it, "passing the time. I have no destination in mind, as of yet."
And probably not for awhile. Slow season and bad luck.
"And you?" she glanced around, noting the incredible emptiness of the place. Some gods chose solitude, but those who talked like this?
"I am not sure this place suits you well."
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 8:49 pm
She was right to assume he was not a god for empty places, something that made traveling hard for him. Without stops to meet someone to talk, he wound up getting sick and feeling weak. It had only been good luck that he had met other gods and goddesses along the way that kept him healthy while traveling, but it would soon turn badly for him if he didn’t find a stable living place. Even when he was a cub, he had been traveling, and without connections, he had no set place to live. He didn’t have a reliable place, a home, that he could always go to for a small talk and to replenish his reserves. Instead, he relied on chance. This was a poor style of life for a god who lived for communication, an audience, a someone-or-other that he could rely on.
But he was young and didn’t know better.
“I have to agree. I don’t think this place suits me at all, but it’s only a stop on my way. As to where I’m going, I haven’t the foggiest idea. I’m hoping that life will pick where I will go, or I’m forced into something. Since I can’t decide, I’m letting chance decide for me. That is unless I get a sign or come to a discovering that will change my mind.” It wasn’t the best plan, but it was all he had. Since he had no family, no home, and no idea what he was doing, he was traveling in hopes that one of the places would take him to a place that suited him. If there was a sign, he was sure he would spot it.
“I use to have a place I thought suited me, but it turned out it wasn’t right. I’m back to doing what I have been doing since the day I woke up in this world. I’m hoping for the best.” Hope was all he had, and even then, he felt pessimistic at times. What he was hoping for was an escape; A place to forget all his problems from the past.
“Are you doing the same, Var, or do you have something else in mind for a destination? You might not have a set place to go, but are you looking something? A something that would suit you?”
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