Victon rested his body on the cold cavern floor which he called home, his collections of rare and meaningless items scattered on the floor, spread about like they were tossed into a pile and fallen out the side from the size of the load. A cool breeze floated through the room and gave the slumberish god chills. Opening his eyes from his lazy mid-day sleep, Victon's gaze dropped upon a small butterfly which had decided to rest upon a gold goblet he had found a long time ago. Fluttering it's wings as it walked across the glimmering cup, the god spoke with annoyance towards the creature. "Why do you follow me everywhere?" He was now scowling at it, frustrated at the unwelcome visitor that watched his every move. It annoyed him to think of someone, or something, touching his valued treasures and leaving their mark, even if it was spirited, it was just a nuisance.
Standing up the god stepped forward and put his nose next to the butterfly, irritation in his eyes and with a deep stern voice the god muttered to the butterfly. "Go away." He snorted a puff of air from his nose that caught the critter's wings and flicked it off the goblet, landing upon a tapestry that was sprawled out on the pile next to the cup. Raising his head, Victon looked over the gold goblet to see the butterfly just walking around like it owned the cloth with which it was standing on. "You're so annoying!" The god turned around, bothered by the colorful bug that seemed to be ignoring his every command and stepped out his doorway, not wanting to see it walking all over his treasures.
"Stupid bug needs to get out of my cave." He continued muttering to himself as he stood in the doorstep of his cave, flicking his ear with annoyance and his tail with irritation. He didn't understand why a butterfly would go into a mountain range just to touch his stuff, nobody was allowed to touch his belongings, especially an unwelcome visitor that has stayed much longer than it should have. Victon paused and counted upon himself the days the butterfly had been in his company. "Monthes ... " Puffing another snort from his nose, the god turned back into his cavern and glanced down at the creature that was on the ground and so close to him he almost stepped on it's small body. "What?" He continued to talk to it like he expected it to respond back to him, which would have been silly of course. The butterfly, in turn, took flight and landed on his ceiling where it continued to stay for a while. "Whatever." Victon then rested his body back down and closed his eyes. "Stupid butterfly."
