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 Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 3:25 pm
A lion's paws stepped lightly through the land of the gods, massive though they were he moved with barely a sound save for the faint clicking of the bones around forepaws. He was a tall creature, his body lean despite his height. His skull was crowned with a magnificent rack of antlers that made him appear far taller than he actually was, the hide of a brown bear worn over his back and shoulders masking the soft gray and white pelt beneath.
Corellon, the god of nature, was a druid in every sense of the word, a neutral yet kind-hearted being who cared for the forest and the creatures that lived therein as if they were his own, protecting those who were in need. Perhaps it could be said that he was the heart of the forest itself, a spirit who roamed only to appear when he saw a need. The animal hides, bones, and feathers spoke that he would allow no creature to die in vain, that nothing should go to waste.
A loner and wanderer by nature, surrounded more often by smaller and innocent creatures than other lions or gods, Corellon had made his way to the haven, perhaps to gain a better view, to more effectively watch over his precious jungle. Or perhaps it was that even the loner must seek out the company of others, to understand himself as well as others and the mortals they watched over.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 3:43 pm
Curled up on what looked like a throne carved from rock, Wingu'anuru, the god of colors, lay curled asleep in a fetal position. Although he was growing to become an adult, he gave off the impression of a cub, curled up near it's mother.
Soft, pale gray eyes slowly opened to see darkness-- he was blind, after all. Slowly, Wingu sat out, outstretching his wings to greet the afternoon sun that peaked through the soft, billowy clouds that rolled passed the haven of rock, grass, and a bit of snow. The god felt the throne with his paws, before leaping down. He stretched out, giving a loud yawn, before standing upright, ears flickering. He could sense the presence of another being; But this one gave off a different 'color'.
Yes, Wingu was blind, and sensed others by their 'colors'. By using a special liquid that came from his paws, the god could tell a friend from a foe by their colors. Like an aura, almost. As politely as he could, Wingu released this silvery/rainbow-ish liquid, which sped towards Corellon. It danced around the god of nature, before engulfing him in a bubble. From a distance, Wingu's eyes opened wider; This was a god! And his colors.. soft pine greens, earthy browns, and just a hint of gray and white. "How colorful.." he cooed softly, before calling out. "H-hello?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 4:20 pm
The adolescent paused in his steps, ears flicking at the sound of movement, emerald eyes narrowed curiously as he observed the other god. He stood calmly, sensing no threat there was no need to react otherwise, simply watching, eyes taking in the beautiful contrast of the bright colors on white fur that decorated the other god.
White tufted tail flicking, Corellon stepped forward again as the soft seemingly timid voice reached his ears. As his paws closed the distance between them, the druid god became aware of something, something about this colorful being that he couldn't quite put his paw on, was he blind? Having never met the god of colors before, Corellon could not tell from this distance, nor we he have been so foolish as to assume, but there was something in his mannerisms that seemed to imply blindness. However the younger god could not help thinking that that blindness was only in his eyes.
"Hello, I do not believe we have met before."
His voice was strong, baritone, and unwavering; yet at the same time it was kind and warm, gentle as a summer's breeze, yet as powerful as a raging storm.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 8:56 pm
Wingu nodded softly in the direction Corellon's voice came from, smiling. "My name is Wingu'anuru, and I preside over the colors of this world.." he spoke, padding a few feet, before sitting atop a rock that was surrounded by tall reeds.
This god, he could tell, was unlike any other he'd met. Rather than being tense, Wingu felt at ease with him. Perhaps it was because this god was so in tune with nature and his surroundings, it was brushing off on Wingu?
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 1:08 pm
"I am Corellon, my realm is nature and those who dwell within."
His head tilted in respect, the gesture accented by his antlers. Relaxed and at ease around the other god, Corellon settled in a comfortable stance, graceful and calm as a grazing deer unharassed by predators. Though he did not sit, his posture seemed to say he was as relaxed standing as others would have been sitting, perhaps he was simply more comfortable this way.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:54 pm
The god smiled a bit, sensing that Corellon was comfortable with him. However, his smile faded, and Wingu looked down at the ground. "It's been a long time since I've met another of our kind.." he said quietly, his wings wrapping tighter around his back, as if clinging to his godliness. "It's good to see someone here for a change." He chuckled a bit. "And I use that term lightly."
Hopping off the rock, Wingu stood for a moment as the silvery liquid released once more, running over rocks and stones. Finally, the god took a few steps towards the edge of the mountain, peering into the sky. "I wonder what everyone is doing.."
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