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STATUS: "Soon you will have forgotten all things. And soon all things will have forgotten you." 6 yrs ago
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𝔖 𝔢 𝔦 𝔥 𝔡 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔞
Time: The Day the Gods Came
The sudden hug had surprised Urhu, despite both women being tall Seihdhara was the stronger one and even lifted the traveller up with the bear hug. It was not only the suddenness of the action, but also the feeling that confused the wander, she could not remember her past, but she knew it had been a long time since she had been this close to anyone.
Once she was let go, there was only one word that could truly capture all that the warm and tight hug made her feel.
“Ouch...” she brushed over where she had been squeezed, it was still aching but Urhu was also being a bit of a baby about it. Seeing her pain, Seihdhara frowned and squeezed the other goddess’ hands slightly, apologising for being a bit too rough and trying to explain that she usually was not so clumsy - it was all that stupid old Ogre’s fault!
Urhu just shook her head and went from overreacting about the pain to trying to look cool and unharmed, not even minding the blood smeared on her arm during the hug! Though she would need a long bath later.
“Well then…” she started awkwardly. “I will be honest, I don’t remember anything before I arrived here. There was something, for sure, but it’s all a blur. Seems like you and a few others, however, have more memories. So pardon me if I am not too fast at this ‘deity’ thing at first. Though, let’s see about this portal business.” Seihdhara listened and nodded slightly, her lips pursed in understanding.
‘Oh… you can’t remember?’ She seemed to find this both odd and horrifying, for her light green eyes going wide in astonishment. ‘Th-that’s terrible. I’m sorry. Do you think maybe…’ she looked at the Architect suspiciously before lowering her voice into a conspiratorial whisper, ‘that maybe that old Ogre is hiding your memories away? Maybe if we open up the door we’ll be able to find more than the rest of me! Maybe we’ll find your memories too!’ There was no small degree of excitement in the saffron-haired goddess’ voice as she spoke.
“That would be a pretty big jerk move, to mess me up specifically while not doing it to others. But nah, I don’t think Mr No-Depth-Perception over there did this. Maybe I just hit my soul equivalent of a head when being born, I don’t know, trying to look too much into that just makes me dizzy.” she shrugged, not sharing an iota of the excitement. However, it was hardly something that did not bother her, a soft frown and distant eyes on her face. Seihdhara appeared to see this, and her excitement seemed to fade ever so slightly, replaced by a somewhat grieved expression. “Anyway. Let me try to see this door thing. It just opened here, right? It should not be too hard…” Though she seemed unwilling to change the subject before Urhu opened up about that that look in her eyes, Seihdhara did not press the issue and graciously went along with it. She exploded enthusiastically, what was left of her hair bouncing as if it had returned to life and vigour.
‘It was right up there!’ Seihdhara declared, pointing at a distant point far above them, from where she had originally plummeted. ‘That old Ogre took my hair and made me fall. I could have hurt somebody! I… I think I did. There was a bird I think.’
”Oh yeah, there was, but it was a big bird, she will be fine. Furthermore, we are gods, I don’t think we could just accidentally …” at this moment she tilted her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, as a deity that was like an armoured mountain of iron started walking, just to carelessly stomp another god on the path. Noticing her sudden silence and that she was staring at something, Seihdhara looked behind them at what was going on. The wanderer blinked rapidly a few times. ”Huh… Maybe we can. But you did not, and that is what matters.”
‘Th-that was horrible! Why’d he do that?’ Seihdhara asked, anger flashing in her eyes. It was only with difficulty that she managed to return her attention to Urhu, for a part of her wanted to go jump after the god who had been crushed and see if they were alright. Urhu took note of that and to ease the situation. ”I think he will be fine, he is a deity after all. Though maybe it would be rude for no one to go check on him, I think it would be best if we looked for this portal first, the longer it has been closed, the harder it should be to try to find and re-open it.” Urhu’s words seemed to please Seihdhara immensely, for a great smile brightened her face and all anger seemed to seep away instantaneously.
With that said, Urhu was quick to turn around and look into the thin air, extending her hands forward and moving them as if she was a blind person trying to find something. She huffed in annoyance. ”Where is it... Don’t tell me it's fully gone…” Seihdhara scanned the empty space above, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the door.
‘It should be directly above where I landed!’ Seihdhara shouted excitedly, rushing over to the centre of the crater she had created in landing and looking directly upward. She made space for Urhu to join her. ‘D-do you see anything?’
”I haven’t hit anything yet.” she said, scanning the local area before suddenly grunting. ”Ouch, my toe.” the goddess looked down and touched her feet. ”Ugh… Maybe I should make like some of those uptight gods… or at least get some boots…! Hey… wait…” Seihdhara loosed a peal of laughter at this, looking over at Asceal and the hunter, Kalmar. Why a god who prided himself on being a hunter would want to be clothed, Seihdhara could only guess. And why would light need to be clothed at all? Would that not serve to hinder and darken it? Some gods just held odd notions, it seemed. She would have to talk with her sister sometime, maybe she would enjoy shedding some layers after seeing how much easier it made things! Urhu seemed to be distracted by something near the ground, and Seihdhara returned her ever straying thoughts to the task at hand.
It was just then that Urhu noticed she had stumbled upon nothing, there was nothing in front of them, but, there was something as well, something hidden. Without saying a word, she reached forward, her hands stopping in the air as if she was touching some sort of invisible box.
‘What is it, Rhu-rhu?’ Seihdhara asked curiously, trying to see what the other goddess was touching.
”The gate, I think.” she pressed forward, but her body moved back before her hands would move any further. ”Damn… Even being the goddess of passages, I can’t make this thing even react to me.” in second thought, it was expected, a goddess of combat had just been beaten by the cyclopean deity, still, Urhu was not ready to give up, not until she tried everything.
Seihdhara knelt by Urhu and extended her hands to where the door was meant to be, but her hands passed through the area as though there was nothing. Frowning, she looked at Urhu in confusion. ‘I can’t feel anything. If I could get a grip on it I could force it open - I did it before! Maybe if you can get a feel for its edge or something? I don’t know how these work exactly, but I managed to hold it open from the edges. Was tough though, couldn’t keep it open long enough...’ She seemed both saddened and frustrated by the memory of her inability to hold on.
The wanderer looked to her side and nodded as her sister spoke, indeed looking for the edges would be a good start, but she had to stop for a moment to acknowledge Seihdhara. ”You held it open!?” she said almost in disbelief. ”... wow.”
She started to feel the ‘gate’ for its edge, what she found instead was that it vanished suddenly and only a very small area was touchable. ”Hmm… seems like most of the gate vanished for good, except this one small spot.” she wondered what could be the cause of this, brushing against the walls, feeling the perfectly flat surface… until one bit stood out, a small imperfection. ”A crack? Whoa… there is a lot of pressure here, it is really trying to close but something is stopping it.”
Leaning forward, face even closer to where she sensed the gate, she started to claw at the invisible and untouchable area, soon, from thin air, a strand of red hair would appear, pulled out of the rift by Urhu. ”Ah… I know this thing. Seems like some of your hair got stuck in the gate and is resisting the closure. Quick, grab it, let’s get it out before its cut again.” Seihdhara looked to where Urhu had been tugging and spotted the small strand. And it was moving. Exhilarated by the sight, the Crimson Goddess reached - ever so carefully - for the tiny strand and, gaining a strong grip on it with her thumb and forefinger, pulled on it gently. As if recognising the hand that touched it, the strand seemed to glow with renewed vigour and Seihdhara felt it become searingly hot. Biting her lip, Seihdhara looked to Urhu uncertainly. She had a grip on the strand, but was it safe to pull?
The wander took a deep breath and tried to gently hold Seihdhara’s hand, she did it a bit awkwardly, but the intention was true. ”Don’t worry, I am a goddess of passages, maybe not one good enough to open the gates to the worlds beyond, but I will keep your hair safe. You have my word.” Smiling and glad for her sister’s encouragement, Seihdhara tightened her grip and slowly began to pull on the strand. At first she thought it would only be a small strand and come loose quickly, but Seihdhara soon found that she had to use both hands to draw it in. A metre, two metres, more. Seihdhara could not repress the giggle that left her throat as the parts of the strand she had managed to free began to wrap about her arm. When the entire strand had come free of the door Seihdhara had stopped thinking about how long it was. Sighing with relief, she knelt by Urhu and planted a kiss on her sister’s cheek.
‘You are a good goddess Rhu-rhu. You are strong. Never have any doubt about that!’ And Seihdhara would have hugged the wanderer again were she not worried that whatever the Ogre had done to her would make her hurt Urhu again. She had not known the wanderer long at all, but already she knew that this was a person she loved - and would grow to love all the more. And the feeling made her smile.
Urhu had become positively flustered at this, mostly just awkward but also a bit pained, a sudden worry and neurosis surfacing as she thought of this new friendship and tried to remember ones she had lost and then forgotten. She shook her head and focused her mind on the present, past was past, the future was yet to be, and she looked up at her sister and smiled slightly, happy to see the joy in her face. ”Glad I could be of help, guess this is my first act as a goddess of passages, eh?” she laughed, a bit proud.
Beaming, Seihdhara stood to her full height and stroked the single living strand of hair wrapped about her right wrist like a great red torc. Though it was by no means her hair returned to her, this was a good step forward. Where there was life, there was hope, and Seihdhara was nothing if not full of life. She suddenly remembered the god who had been crushed and looked behind her, worry apparent on her face. ‘Rhu-rhu!’ She exclaimed suddenly, ‘that other one - what’s his face? Orvy? I’m going to check on him now!’ She looked back at the wanderer, her eyes glistening, ‘I can’t thank you enough Rhu. I’ll see you in a bit!’ And she leapt away. ‘Don’t forget me!’ Was the last she said before disappearing into the hole left behind by Orvus.
Those last words made her flinch, but with a deep breath, she smirked and approached the hole and yelled back. ”Remember, no bear hugging! See ya!” she said, half in tease, half in worry for the likely hurt god.
As the flash of red that was Seihdhara faded, so did Urhu’s smile, the wanderer suddenly shooting a look to her left, where a quartet led by a shining goddess talked. Her distant eyes when she talked to her sister had not always been caused by the wander being lost in half-forgotten memories, she had been paying attention to Asceal, and it seemed all her suspicions were true.
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Let it be known that this latest collab dropped at 150,000 characters ON THE DOT.
We tried to post it, got nonstandard mysterious 520 code server errors, tried making every [colour] tag into a [color] tag.
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Oh you sweet, sweet summer child. xDD
In all seriousness though -
Let it be known that this latest collab dropped at 150,000 characters ON THE DOT.
We tried to post it, got nonstandard mysterious 520 code server errors, tried making every [colour] tag into a [color] tag.
No joy. Had to split it in half :(
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Oh you sweet, sweet summer child. xDD
In all seriousness though -
𝔖 𝔢 𝔦 𝔥 𝔡 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔞
Time: The Day the Gods Came
"FUCK-!"
It was the first Seihdhara had heard Meatchops speak, and it surprised her so much that she stopped throwing rocks at the impassive old ogre. In truth, she had swept the little Meatchops up on a whim. She had registered, in a distant sort of way, that she was a god and entirely capable of taking care of herself. But Seihdhara had been so certain that the newborn godling was distressed, in need of a strong shoulder to lean upon even for a few moments - and so, acting on impulse so natural that it did away with thought, she had brought Meatchops close. After all, of what use was her strength - ample enough for self-protection - if she did not use it for whoever seemed in need?
But Meatchops did not seem pleased at all - in fact, she seemed positively upset! And she clawed and tore and bit at Seihdhara's sun-kissed skin, and she ripped it open so that a furious crimson rose, seething with heat and aglow, bloomed from her back and shoulder and throat. And Seihdhara knew not what she had done for Meatchops to hurt her thus, but she pouted in the general direction of the little god as she scrambled rather spritely away. 'Meatchops!' Seihdhara called, hurt and glum at the thought that she might have scared her off or that she did not... like her. The Crimson Goddess kept her eye on the gnarly goddess for a little bit more, watching the defiance and hostility in her stance and words - and then the apologies that followed. Seihdhara laughed suddenly and bent her knees slightly, as if preparing for some godly rough and tumble. 'Oh I see! - if you need to get it out of your system the-' but she did not have the opportunity to finish her words or leap at Meatchops as she planned, for just then the statuesque Ugly Old Ogre turned on the warrior goddess - and it provided no answers to her (perhaps ill-put) requests, but sought only to punish and reprimand.
"I will teach you to respect your elder."
Seihdhara looked up and stood straight, defiant yet surprised - for she had not thought that her request was disrespectful. Perhaps throwing stuff at him had been a tad bit cheeky of her - but what kind of door-opening god felt bothered or threatened by a few rocks? They were only meant to draw his attention to the fact that he had left half of her behind! Yet before she could respond to him now that his focus was on her, he flicked his wrist, and all about her was blinding light and furious heat. She looked down at the source of the light and heat - her shortened flame-red hair whipping about her fitfully -, and she yelped slightly as she realised that she was trapped and her arms paralysed. Strange letters in a language unknown to her (if they were indeed letters and if it was a language at all, that is) appeared all about her naked form, slithering here and there like so many snakes bent on tying her down and suffocating her. And there was a stench of death.
She growled involuntarily, for she found that she could not speak a word, and there came to her memories of another place and another time when a different, but equally bitter and tyrannical, old man had taken her and locked her away too. The seals slithering across her skin seemed suddenly distant, and Seihdhara extended her sight and saw the singular sighing maw that was the Ugly Old Ogre's well of sight. Her eyes locked on his despite the pain and paralysis, and in the darkness of his neverending pupil was a room in which she sat staring out from an impossible height at her children oh so far below; who in turn stared piningly and unknowingly upward, with a nostalgia whose source they could not quite fathom - only that they longed oh so much for something up there. And her gaze had held in it no less yearning than theirs. Why, there is no pain that could compare to that found in the gaze of a mother severed from her children. By no choice her own had she been locked up then, and for no fault that she could fathom - only that she had loved and lived fully and without holding back. If respect would teach her to live and love otherwise, then that Ugly Old Fucking Ogre could take its respect and shove it down the big fat hole in its dumb little face!
As if reading her thoughts and seeing the fire of rebellion yet in her gaze, the cage suddenly contorted in strange and unnatural ways, and the invisible barrier she was trapped in pressed down on her, simmering and burning. And light bent and attacked her eyes, and her tresses of fiery crimson hair - short as they were - became trapped and entangled. She held until she thought she could hold no more, defied until she thought she had come to the end of defiance and struggled until the word and action became meaningless (why her very life, by the very act of holding onto it, was in itself struggle and resistance even if all else fell away). Through all this, she could hear a strange sort of jabbering coming from a not too distant place, and - against the will that held her in this cage - she turned her eyes towards the sound and gazed numbly at the clicking and jabbering thing. She found that she knew it to be a god, and found that she knew it to be Eurysthenes, and she found that she knew that it was doubtlessly riddling her something, but what this riddle was and why - of all times - it would choose to riddle her then she could not say. But perhaps that was the true riddle: not what it now jabbered but the one its actions spoke.
Confused and confusing. Actionless when action is called for. You guide all to lose their way. What are you?
And then, even as Seihdhara struggled with all that she was, the voice of the Ugly Old Ogre sounded again and his gaze and her gaze were once again locked in silent battle. 'The fortitude of your frame, the blood in your hair and flesh, the very air that you breathe. I gave you all of this! Before I brought you here, you were nothing but a worthless echo, a formless shadow, doomed and trapped in the Beyond. Such a waste.' If she could, Seihdhara would have smiled, and then she would have laughed. Not derisively or unkindly, but simply because that was - well, a funny and odd thing to say. Not even the veiled lady had tried to claim that - in fact, she had been fairly truthful all things considered. She had not had any pretensions to powers beyond her; she had not claimed that she created Seihdhara or any of the other gods, or that she had given them strength or anything of the sort. She had found them, opened the door for them, and let them through. It was true that she had been powerful, but to Seihdhara's mind that was only because they had been in her world. And this here was no different. But that the Old Ogre should ascribe to himself acts that Seihdhara knew, with certainty, were not his made her suspicious. Only one who was overcompensating for something would need to do that. In other words, the Old Ogre was bullshitting her. Why he would do that - seeing as his power was clearly greater than hers or any of the other gathered gods - she did not know. In fact, she did not really want to know. He could bullshit all he wanted, so long as he opened the door and brought the rest of her through.
A sudden ripping at her hair pulled her from her thoughts, and she screamed inwardly as she felt a few tufts come loose. Almost as soon as her hair was desecrated, the prison shattered all about her and Seihdhara fell back limply. She landed heavily on her back, her head smashing against the tiles, and did not move. But even with her gaze turned upward, she could still see the unblinking gaze of the Ugly Old Ogre. The dumb twerp had an almost triumphal look in its eye! Idiot! But despite herself, Seihdhara admired one who, when wielding power over others wielded it with mercy. BUT WHAT WAS THE POINT OF MERCY IF HE WAS A STUPID UGLY OLD OGRE WHO PUNISHED THE INNOCENT (stone throwing aside, because that is hardly a crime against a bloody god)! FUCKER! And she would have told him as much were she not yet suffering from his assault.
Slowly but surely the Old Ogre's eye disappeared from her sight and she could now see the endless expanses of darkness above and Melantha, that goddess made of darkness and encased in it, rising up to it. Seihdhara had heard Melantha's question to the Old Ogre even though she had been fighting to keep the hole-in-all-things open at the time. Why. That had been the ask, and the answer had been no more assuaging than was the one to Seihdhara's own - forcefully rock-backed - ask. And it was clearly not out of a lack for answers that the Old Ogre refused to respond - for he had opened the doors before and could do so easily again - but out of some bitterness, or to spite them, or out of stubbornness, or maybe because it was cruel like that. Or maybe, like another old man she had loved and who had loved her too, that was simply how it expressed its love. A misguided and alienating way to do it, no doubt, but love nonetheless. Seihdhara loosed a frustrated sigh and frowned, her lips forming an exaggerated pout. 'Stupid old man. Stupid Old Ogre!' But her own words were hardly registered for immediately in their wake there erupted a volcano of explosive bellowing that caused her to sit up on her elbows and look to its source.
"YOU. WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT US HERE? I WANT OUT OF THIS MISERABLE PLACE! I WANT TO ROAM AND LET THE FLAMES ENGULF THE WORLD! THERE IS NOTHING FOR ME HERE!" Brief silence followed the brave shouts (except for that weird Narzhak's incessant cackling), and then Seihdhara's own laughter joined Narzhak's cackles.
'That's my boyo! You tell that dumb old thing, Danglydong! She cheered, though her voice did not come out quite as loud as she was expecting. It was clear that the effects of whatever the Old Ogre had done to her had not completely faded. Before the Old Ogre could provide Danglydong with an answer, however, the strange water spirit - no, god, for she had learned quickly - that had been dashing hither and thither approached the furious fire god and spoke with the calmness of waves gently kissing and stroking the shore. The sound brought forth the memory of sand between her toes and the waves coming in gently before receding, then coming in again - seductive, unassuming, inconspicuous, alluring...safe - and slowly, oh so slowly, pulling you deeper and deeper in so that before you knew it you were knee deep in and knew not how or when you got so far. Aye, the lure of the sea had always gotten Seihdhara into trouble.
"Can't you see? We have been brought here to create!" The sirenesque Ashalla said and pointed with a watery tendril towards the Old Ogre's crystal spheres. "Look at that Sphere over there. I feel it is much greater than this place here. There we can exercise our might!" And then the siren was suddenly beside one of those spheres. "Come! We have a world to create!" she called, and Seihdhara sensed immediately that she was not only calling to Danglydong, but to all the gathered gods also. Considering whether to jump up and go after the siren, Seihdhara pressed her lips together and returned to her back. If past experience had taught her anything, it was that following the sea was a bad idea. Smiling mischievously to herself, she was on the verge of leaping up and giving chase to the siren when she realised that a pool of fiery ichor had been growing about her from Meatchops previous assault on her. Grimacing as she poked at the rather vicious injuries, she willed the wounds to close but found that, oddly, she had no power. She found this so strange that it took her a while to notice that something was crawling through her hair and was slowly making its way down her face, down her neck, and suddenly stopped on her stomach. Seihdhara leaned up and looked at the stone crab, and it stared back at her, seemingly wide-eyed and surprised to find itself face to face with this fiery giantess.
'Well Kels, you naughty little crab! You're brave - I'll give you that!' She giggled before picking him up slightly, planting a kiss on his back, and placing him on the ground beside her. Realising he was now in a pool of her hot quintessence, she quickly picked him back up and tried to wipe it off him, before placing him down further off and away from all the icky ichor. She looked at him, smiling a broad, hearty smile that flashed teeth and seemed on the verge of erupting into a peal of laughter. But this time, she managed to withhold it. She kept her eye on the naughty little crab as he continued on his way, and found herself thinking that it was a bit odd for a crab to be walking backwards - was it not?
”Thought you were a goner for a moment there.” Seihdhara looked up at the speaker, and found that it was the traveller god. ”But glad you are fine, rare to see anything like you in this sea of sticks-in-the-mud and sycophants.” And so saying, Urhu extended a helping hand to Seihdhara. The warrior goddess looked at her hand wide-eyed, then she grinned from ear to ear before grabbing the extended hand and pulling the other goddess towards her.
'Rhu-rhu!' She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Urhu in a tremendous (somewhat bloody) bear hug. 'That stupid Old Ogre, did you see what he did! And it was all his fault anyway, bringing only half of me through!' She leapt up and set Urhu back on her feet, feeling power surge through her and her cut up throat and shoulder and back begin to seal up. Grabbing Urhu's hands in her own, the excitable goddess continued - 'You're a traveller Rhu-rhu. You can open up the doors, right? You can bring the rest of me through, can't you? And my hair - look at it, all cut up and ugly and dead. And you know what, I didn't like those purple bits at the start - but after a while they really grew on me! We have to bring them through! What do you say? Is there a way?'
𝔖 𝔢 𝔦 𝔥 𝔡 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔞
Seihdhara of the Red Hair, The Crimson Goddess
Goddess of Martial Combat
# Might
Time: The Day the Gods Came
And as before was it once more, for her entrance came with tears. Tears and pain, as though something had been stolen from her despite all her efforts and all her fires and all her burning. She held on, waiting, resisting the will that bid the hole-in-all-things to close. But she would not let it close, for she had not yet come through. She could see the monstrous visage burning with glorious, purifying heat - no corruption had taken root and no misery. And she could see the little winged creature whose name she well knew flittering about the great mountaintop pyre, moaning in fear and sadness. Seihdhara - for she had no doubts or befuddled memories; she knew who she was, had come here fully-formed and complete! - reached for them both. 'Come,' she called to them, her hair of flame driven here and there by the force of some unknown wind. But the flittering fae could not hear her, and the burning monstrosity could only hiss and growl in the tongue known only to flames. 'Come,' she called again, the hint of desperation in her voice, tears gushing forth and sizzling into nothingness on her cheeks. The beast aflame looked up, fury burning more brightly in its eyes than elsewhere. And yet there was a sadness which only those who know the language of eyes could see; and Seihdhara saw and wept. What had that one who had for such a short time been her brother sought through this? What was her crime that he should cut her up and wound her so severely? She did not mind the physical blow, the glancing punch, the stabbing strike - but this...
This was different.
And so she refused to move, her shoulder here and her foot there and the hole-in-all-things screeching let me go, screeching for relief - as if saying you are through! you are through! so let me go oh let me go oh oh oh! And Seihdhara held, her light green eyes aglow, standing steadfast against the crashing cosmic surge and flow. And as she stood, stubborn and defiant, she thought she saw another door on a distant surf-tormented shore, and she thought she saw the one who came to her before and knew, in her gut, she will neither see nor be seen by anymore. She looked back on it now, this stepping through - so swiftly! - from door to door, all the life and all the joy and all the love she had given and been given. Aye he had hurt her soul, that brother, and unforgivably so, but was not that always the way of siblings? Had her own father not hurt her beyond the veiled lady's own door? Had he not hurt her and all her beloveds and her children? And she looked to the burning beast and reached out, for she would sooner die than leave the gift her loves had given her behind. Her endless hair whipped about her naked form and made her olive body the peaceful centre of a raging red storm. 'You will come with me, or we will perish here.' She declared. And her living hair - its tips even now still purple-stained from exertions that now seemed so long ago - fought its way through and reached down, on and on and on for ever. And flaming hair met fiery growling visage, and there was a moment of unity and peace. And Seihdhara smiled, and she laughed, and her joy was known even in the nothingness of these inter-universal barrens and even behind her where the gods had congregated around he who called them forth again.
And there was serenity in that moment, and completion. And she looked at her bear, joyful, and his furious eyes seemed to soften. And her shoulder snapped and her foot was rocketed from its place; and the hole-in-all-things gasped and screeched and with a triumphant breath- shut, severing her living hair. Seihdhara howled in horror and pain and clawed at the emptiness which had stolen her neverending crimson mane and half of her soul. Roaring her fury, she fell backwards and was suddenly falling.
A frozen moment before the plummet
Indeed, she only now registered that she had appeared far above all the others and that, in addition to that, she now could not fly. And how could she when her hair had been killed and now hung listless and shorter than it had ever been? A certain anger filled her then and she turned in mid-air - just about missing a godbird and her godrider, the latter who then proceeded to fall. But Seihdhara was not paying too much attention as she now found herself looking downwards. And she filled her chest with air - or maybe she only did it out of habit for there was no air out here - and she bellowed all her anger and frustration at all below and at everything that existed. And it was heard from Barrier to Core. And her bellow was -
'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!'
And she crashed right by an enormous cackling armoured being, and her landing was such that the ground shook and cracked and dust and rock rose up and there was dust and falling debris all about. Before it had even properly settled Seihdhara was up and shouting. 'Who was it! Who was the bloody- stupid- fucking- who closed-! Bring them through! Bring Dwyn, and the rest of me, and I. WANT. MY. HAIR!' Even naked - for her hair was no longer long enough to cover her and was, in any case, limp and lifeless now - she struck an imposing figure. She looked about her, her visage contorted with fury.
Her eyes fell upon the armoured Narzhak and she knew he was not the one at fault here, so she moved on from him. She saw, then, a little shivering piece of skin with a dress in its mouth crumpled on the ground not too far away. Seihdhara recoiled at first, thinking the creature rather odd, but then she saw that it was not the one to blame and seemed somewhat flustered - even scared or hurt. She dashed over to it and picked it up, patting it down and swinging it - her? - over her shoulder. 'I've got you Meatchops.' She looked around again, surveying each of the other gods who had arrived. Some were bright and beautiful, one new arrival was stunningly sexy, another was nothing more than a mouth and tendrils and seemed to be babbling away. But she could see that none of them was at fault here. Frustrated, she turned, and her gaze finally settled on the beast on the dais with the disquieting singular eye. Her visage contorting once more, she screeched - 'IT WAS YOU, YOU UGLY OLD OGRE!' And without another thought, Chopsticks held steady on her broad shoulder with one hand, she took to launching bits of rock and fallen debris at the dumb old thing, aiming for its eye with pinpoint accuracy. 'OPEN THE DOOR YOU! BRING THEM THROUGH!' She demanded.
@Cyclone on the Discord, by way of summary:
1) Everyone was just summoned; the Architect has imbued them with understanding of one another and of a vague idea of what their purpose should be.
2) You have a chance to (briefly) try speaking to the Architect or one another, but he's willing all of the gods to step onto a crystal and fly off.
3) These crystals are one-way tickets to wherever your god's Sphere will be. Galbar is currently quite empty and has little besides a great ocean and a few rocky and barren islands.
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Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Enters the World Incomplete and Assaults an Ogre
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess is Assaulted by an Ogre and Seeks to Bring the Rest of Herself into the World
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Makes a Friend and Finds a Hair
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Disturbs a God and Redirects an Asteroid Towards Galbar
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Dies and a River Forms from Her Blood
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Observes Souls, Gives them Names, and Converses with Death
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Oversees a Fights and Finds a Lost Strand of Hair, Before Jumping into a Volcano
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Dreams
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess is Restored in the Innards of a Fiery God
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates a Sphere while Asleep
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates Weihrds and Bears
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates Soulwalking for Bears and Home-spirits
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates Martial Wolfhounds, teaches a Wanderer to Fight, Explores a Deathly Island, Fights a Dragon, and Quits the Mortal Coil
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess is Assaulted by an Ogre and Seeks to Bring the Rest of Herself into the World
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Makes a Friend and Finds a Hair
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Disturbs a God and Redirects an Asteroid Towards Galbar
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Dies and a River Forms from Her Blood
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Observes Souls, Gives them Names, and Converses with Death
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Oversees a Fights and Finds a Lost Strand of Hair, Before Jumping into a Volcano
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Dreams
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess is Restored in the Innards of a Fiery God
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates a Sphere while Asleep
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates Weihrds and Bears
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates Soulwalking for Bears and Home-spirits
Wherein a Saffron-haired Goddess Creates Martial Wolfhounds, teaches a Wanderer to Fight, Explores a Deathly Island, Fights a Dragon, and Quits the Mortal Coil
@BBeast I've added that bit to make clear that crossing from Sphere to Sphere is no easy or trivial task for mortals even with a Gateway (though only the Lustrous Garden's stat takes into account the potential future Gateway), hence why something like the idea of a pilgrimage that takes one through numerous spheres can't be done if my understanding is correct. I've included it as a precaution as it was one of the points highlighted in the reviews of my first CS. If I've misunderstood or if that is something that need not be in the CS I can take it out!
Okay, so I think I'll hold off on applying at this point in time as I just don't feel like my writing meets the standards set by this roleplay. It's nothing personal, but I just can't shake the feeling that my writing isn't good enough yet for this.
It's a very cool roleplay though and I hope it goes well.
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