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In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay


The Kavijama | the thing of ink & poetry | The Hibrach

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Lucia


The breeze was pleasant that morning. The sun sat high in the sky, warming the land with it’s gentle rays. Lucia felt the tallgrass between her fingers, each yellow blade soft against her skin, almost tickling her. She stood upon the edge of the Prairie with bated breath. She was anxious, and uncertain what she would find within. Though she was familiar with the area, it was an entirely different beast up close. Most of the grasses grew up to her stomach, while others grew over her head. The smell was… Not what she had imagined, but it was growing on her. Floral scents with a strong smell of grasses as she stood before the sea of yellow that it came from.

She had left Orb back in the Temple, as insurance, and in case anyone showed up while she was away. Orb was well hidden, but could see a majority of the temple from his vantage. Lucia had decided to venture out, she needed a break from her training, something to occupy her for the remainder of the day. She smirked, before taking her first steps into the unknown.

The first thing she realized was that the grasses could not only be ticklish, but itchy upon her bare skin. Maybe she needed to invest in what Qael had been wearing. What did they call it? She snapped her fingers trying to remember the name, but it came up blank. For now, she let the sun warm her with each step and scratched when it bothered her too much. She came upon many different flowers, with bees and other pollinators going about their day. She stopped to say hello, but they gave no reply. That was okay though, they were just busy little bees.

She continued on, coming across a small stream, or rather she stumbled into it, because the grasses were so tall beside it. She felt the mud underneath her toes, and squished about as she couldn’t help but smile widely. The mud was about the same color as her skin, perhaps a little lighter, but it was odd nonetheless. It gave her pause as she grabbed a blade of grass and compared it to her arm. The difference was startling, the colors were so different but contrasted well. To prove her point, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and the golden hairs matched the grass almost perfectly. As she compared, there was a rustling in the grass, and instinctively, Lucia brought herself low and almost into the water. It gave her shivers and then goosebumps, but she couldn’t complain as she saw a trunk emerge from the grass, followed by a white tusks, and a large gray head, with eyes even larger than hers!

It dipped it’s trunk into the water, and scooped it up before giving itself a drink. A deep rumble came from the creature, as it continued to sate it’s thirst. Before long more heads peeked through the tall grass to join the first, even a baby! Lucia remained very still and breathed quietly as she watched with a sense of fear and excitement. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could feel energy coursing through her veins but she remained calm. There was no need to panic herself, all she was doing was watching, and before long, the giants meandered off. Slowly and surely, she felt herself relax, letting loose a loud sigh.

Still, she decided to follow them. Carefully, she walked through the water where it was shallow and there she pulled herself up onto the opposite bank, before following one of the large paths of trampled grass. It wasn’t long before the grasses became shorter and in the distance she could spot them. They were large animals, with powerful legs that carried them. They traveled in a single file through the grass, following the largest one, with the baby in the middle. They began to descend down a hill, and were eventually out of sight to Lucia. She pursed her lips and slowed down, not knowing what awaited her on the other side. As she got closer, she began to see many brown animals, and when she crested the hill, she took her breath away. She had seen the fields of brown before at the temple, but up close, she was blown away at the sheer size and vastness of them, before her. The animals from the stream wandered through the ocean, giving them no heed. It was a strangely beautiful sight and one she would enjoy for a time. The gently swirling sky of red and green and blue and yellow, and a myriad other colours and hues, seemed to lend the scene a greater life and energy and vastness. The plains stretched out gold and eternal to kiss the equally endless sky, and everywhere she looked life teemed.

As she continued to watch in a state of utter ease and peace, parts of the heavens seemed to stir and boil, and gently - ever so gently, so gently that one would hardly notice that anything was odd or out of place - swirls of sky descended in a coiling, darkening cloud. And with it came a soft humming and crooning, full of immediate and inexplicable, agonised joy. All about, the creatures of the golden grasslands were caught up in the sound and looked up, and they gave off their sounds - gently, ah, gently - and they buzzed, and chirruped, and bleated, and trumpeted, and bellowed, oh and they sang to the tune of a higher song. Dust rose and the song echoed - soft yet present - across the yellow flatlands. From the sky came a long, low moan as the descending heavens could descend no more, and it disintegrated against the plains of gold in a great spattering of colour and melody; and hidden amidst nature’s sublime tune came mournful words of ecstasy.

The sun does not rise, and it does not set
Except that by love of you I am beset
I am amazed by you and me
Oh love that I’ve not seen or ever met!


And the sound fluttered off and the clouds ebbed away and the animals all stood in stupor for what felt like the longest time… before they returned to the banal business of mere survival. But among them something seemed to stir, and even from a distance Lucia could see that elephants and deer and a myriad other animals seemed to congregate around a single space far off.

And within Lucia, too, something had stirred. Wholly different from the power she felt when she practised with mana. No - this she felt in her heart, deep, deep down inside. It had filled her with a happiness so profound, she had thought it would break her when the feeling subsided. She yearned to feel it again, and it was not long before she wiped the tears from her eyes and walked down the hill, the congregation awaiting her. No longer did she feel anxious around the animals, for they only acknowledged her presence and nothing more. She wanted to hear that voice again.

She passed trumpeting grey giants, shivering gazelles and bleating deer, grunting bisons, and even little voles that seemed to chatter in excitement amongst themselves, running between the legs of their larger comrades towards the epicentre of… this. When Lucia first saw the thing at the centre, it was a cloud of vibrant colours, without form. It swirled slowly, bobbing in silence as the animals around it turned and snorted and bellowed and trumpeted in an oddly rhythmic and harmonious orchestra, seeming to direct all their sounds at the formless cloud of colour. But something changed when Lucia approached and the subdued swirling of the cloud changed into something quick - a drum, swelling suddenly and contracting, pigments bursting, shedding, ebbing. And the cloud shifted and changed in a roiling frenzy of colour - soundless, mind you, there was not so much as a sigh or moan - and it condensed until a vaguely humanoid, pitch-black, eddying form stood there. Writhing tendrils of ink were its hair, and its face was in constant flux. And as Lucia looked, colour seemed to slowly seep into its form - a dark green at first. A hand rose and gestured for her to come closer, and another rose to where its mouth might have been and brought an index finger to it. And a passing breeze seemed to whisper - shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Lucia, mesmerized by the form she saw before her, did not hesitate as she walked closer. She did not feel threatened, and she was not afraid. So closer she went. With each step she took, the strange thing gained definition to its form and more colour, so that when Lucia was little more than a handspan from the thing, its face - mimicking her features -, was as clear as the dark liquid it was made of could be.



Green and grey and yellow and blue mingled in him and around him, and his glistening eyes looked upon her and he seemed to breathe her in. He leaned in and his eyes stole a glance at the animals all about them before he closed them completely and sighed. And when he spoke, his voice came soft and rhythmic though he did not sing and did not speak in rhyme. ‘You sound… beautiful. A wondrous solo. The centrepiece when joined by creation. Ah!- can you hear that?’

Lucia, if it could be seen, blushed as she avoided eye contact momentarily. Why was she feeling this way? The man, if she could call what was before her a man, was a pleasantly strange sight. One she had not known she would find so intriguing. But why did she sound beautiful? Had she spoken before this man in the past? There was only one way to find out. She looked at him again, and asked, ”Hear... What?” Murky eyelids drew open and the thing of ink & poetry smiled ever so slightly and extended a hand to her, and from his newly-formed lips came song and word and moan and sigh.

‘If eyes must see then ears must hear
And for that I must disappear
Oh ink-stained beauty of eyes bright
Come hear with me what’s out of sight :-
The tinted sky’s where music grew
On hearing it you’ll see it too;
Beneath the depths, beyond the veil
The singing stream, the dancing dale
The bull, the deer, the bird up high
All dance and sing to the world’s sigh -
The song of lovelorn ecstasy
That lies beneath the deep blue sea,
The dance that woke a sleeping bard
The face it blessed and soul it scarred -
If you too want to sing and dance
Then come with me, let’s steal a glance!’


And Lucia heard the call, and she was intrigued. There seemed to be an electric energy in the stranger’s eyes, a barely contained excitement and building fervour that yearned for release. He seemed on the verge of bursting at any moment - at the briefest touch -, and his words elicited such joy to her heart, and temptation to see what he offered. She eyed the hand and thought about Orb back at the Temple, a little guilty for not going back, or bringing him with her. But such an opportunity might never present itself again and she so badly wanted to steal a glance. And so, tentatively, she took the man’s hand. His grasp was gentle, soft… trembling. His expression contorted, wincing and smiling as black tears exploded from his eyes. “Oh!” He sighed, and gave off a long trilling sound broken by rhythmic rises and falls even as his body disintegrated all about her and the great cloud of colour and ink swirled and rose and whipped the air around, before lifting her from the ground in a sudden explosive gale- and almost as suddenly and fervently as it exploded, it all came to a pause. Ink and sound swirled all about Lucia in a frozen miasma of wondrous roiling colours and shapes and patterns. Words swirled here and there and a tender, intimate voice whispered into her ear…

Hear the Song the sunrays sing
If you don’t yet hear
As the light of life they bring
Day on month on year:
Feed your visage love and peace
If you want for bliss!
Gift all faces joy and cheer
With gifts joys increase!
Life feeds joy and zeal and zest
Suckle at her breast!
Brave life’s crags, don’t live in fear! -
Or from living cease!
‘Tis the Song and divine verse
That sunrays rehearse,
Hear and learn the wisdoms there
For a life most fair
For a life that teems with glee
Love, for you and me!


Sunlight seemed to momentarily pierce the thick roiling ink, and there came with it an intense warmth and husky monotonous note that, gently and persistently, rose and trilled, then ebbed before rising once more - higher, more piercing, more powerful, hot. No words could be discerned, though it was almost certain that the rays were indeed singing a song of sonorous sound that, even cleft of meaning, carried pure, unadulterated heat and steadfast will and hope - an unbreakable hope and will to life.
It permeated through the ink and turned it into the gold of Lucia’s flowing hair. And arms seemed suddenly to wrap about her and discarnate fingers traced her brows, along her cheeks, her lips, along her neck, her arms, the curve of her breasts and the flat of her dark stomach, the subtle contour of her hips, her thighs and calves and feet. Her body seemed all of a sudden aflame as singing ink of pure light carved itself into her skin, and the cloud of ink & poetry seemed to sigh all about her with rhyme and yearning.

And though her body was there, carried off in that stirring celestial inkpot, it was not the light and ink she saw but the world of colours and the eternal opera and anthem of the world - not with her eyes of gold, but with a hearteye that had long been closed. She heard the ink freshly sculpted and engraved into her, loosing love songs to the skin above and the flesh below, yearning madly and impossibly. She heard the rays from which the ink - the how of it escaped her - had been drawn. She heard the echo of the sound that had emanated from the thing of ink & poetry when first she heard him, but even though it was a mere echo was it clearer and more heartrendingly joyful than she remembered. And then she heard… I? And the moment it was heard there was no more I, there was no more a thing of ink & poetry, no more earth or sky or sun or moon. There was only the song -

At the door of the beloved I stood
Said he: who is it at the door?
‘By the door stands I, as though upon a distant shore!’
‘You do not speak as lovers should
‘And define love poorly in distinguishing us.’
And time passed and again I knocked at the door
Said he: who is it there on the outer floor?
‘Come look! It is none but you here at the door.’
‘Oh you speak as lovers should
‘And have defined love only as true lovers would
‘So enter, oh me!’


Poet and poem, singer and song, hearer and heard, seer and seen, all of them rose up and- disappeared. There was no Lucia, for what was Lucia before was now the Song - had always, in truth, been the wondrous, breathing, sighing song. She was submersed in it, and could hear (and was) the song that emanated from her body as it floated within the roiling, pining thing of ink & poetry. And she could hear now and feel - and she was - the urgent pain that emanated from the joy-anguished god. It was immediately paradoxical and manifestly right, for to love was the greatest joy and to be ever-denied its ultimate and perfect fulfilment the greatest misery; but that was the stuff poetry and song was made of.

Lucia inhaled, breathing deep with the world, and released a sigh that sent tremors throughout the Worldsong; and she travelled with the tremor, and she was the tremor. She breathed the thrum of the mountains, tasted the giggling of the grasses, ebbed and flowed with the timeless, unceasing roar of the world-ocean. She rode the winds, laughed and whistled and fell in a great tumult only to rise again with some flexing updraft. She swayed with the trees and listened to their snoring hymn, and raced with the auroran deers, heard their noble song and felt the sting of their rays. And somewhere in all of that she - they - danced. They danced to high heaven, they danced past the moon, they danced amongst the infinite failures of a desperate, yearning, tormented creator. She danced with him and he with her, his song erupted with her voice, the hand that held her hip was hers, her hand about his back was his. They danced, they twirled, they burst and spewed across the world.

She did not know how long she was the Worldsong, how long Lucia was nothing and all things, but in time she found her again. Beneath a lone tree, lying in the cloudy, unformed arms of the thing of ink & poetry; eyes closed (now fluttering open), breath deep, and visage at utter peace. And she noticed, then, that her body was no more the obsidian it had been before her ascent into the Worldsong, but one that was stained with many beautiful swirling patterns and glowing golden shapes. And they seemed to shift slowly and to be in constant flux.

She let a gasp of air escape her mouth, as she brought her arms up to look at the designs before moving her gaze all over her body. She sat up then and blinked rapidly, feeling every emotion begin to fade, with one lasting longer than the others - longing, but that too soon faded into a lull of confusion.

She looked behind her, feeling a familiar presence that wrapped around her comfortably. ”T-That was… Beautiful.” she said, her voice full of awe, dropping into silence as she re-lived the experience through her memories. They weren’t as vivid, and a lot of it began to fade, but it was… Everything. She lay back down into the inky cushion and let out a relaxed sigh. The thing of ink & poetry made no response, but it too seemed to sigh, and with sighing deflated between Lucia and the tree until it had constricted into that colourful humanoid form. Shaking hands on her onyx shoulder, he brought her gently into him and, placing his head over her shoulder, looked at her.

‘Did you see how the headsprings mingle with the river, and the rivers with the ocean?’ He asked musically, though even through his voice of silk she could hear the nervous trembling.

She tilted her head lightly as she looked at him with a smile. ”Why yes, yes I did. I never knew that the water flowed so far!” she said excitedly. Her expression then changed to one of slight concern and she asked, ”Why does your voice tremble? Are you alright?” The colour on his face seemed to drain to a pale white for a few brief seconds, and then flushed a deep crimson.

‘I- uh.’ His hands on her shoulders shook even more violently and he quickly, if sadly, moved them away so she would not notice. ‘I am…’ he leaned back against the tree and inhaled, and all he breathed was her. ‘I am shaking. Because- ah. What you saw and heard.’ He bit his lips. ‘Is what I see and always hear. It- it fills the cup to bursting!’ The calm he had been attempting to maintain disappeared with his final exclamation, but he quickly balled his hands into fists and pressed himself back against the tree again, as though wishing it would swallow him whole. ‘Sorry!’

Lucia turned her body to look at him, her face inquisitive as she looked upon the man. Her symbols shifted and shimmered (causing a sharp intake of breath from the wide-eyed bard) and slowly got to her feet. She brought her hands together at her belly button and relaxed her shoulders as she asked, ”Is there… Is there anything I can do?” her eyes wide and soft. The god’s eyes glazed over for a few seconds before a convulsion shook him out of the trance.

‘Love, nothing but your holy name
Can assuage my hurt of late
Without it I’m ill and lame
For ‘tis my reason, end, and Fate’.


The words were not as smooth and easy as what Lucia had heard from him before, but there was no doubting the well of wild emotion from which they came. She smiled warmly, her eyes briefly shutting before they opened again. ”My name is Lucia, daughter of Oraelia. Who might you be?” she asked, taking a step closer. He visibly relaxed when she spoke her name, as though her name alone was a cure for all the affliction that welled up within him and was the source of his inexplicable joy and pain.

‘I love all names that are like Lucia’s name
Or come from the same wellspring that hers came
All other styles, though great may be their fame
Fall silent before her in awe and shame’.


He spoke with far greater calm, a fond smile decorating his inky face, and when his eye caught hers the smile grew into an embarrassed laugh. ‘My name… ah -

‘She spoke her name and smiled at me
Don’t blame my name if it should flee
Why, curse my name! Of it I’m free
It’s Lucia’s name I sigh to see
In sublime grace ‘tis matched by she
A goddess of pure pedigree!’


He paused with a sigh, ‘but if you must refer to me, call me love; and if that is heavy then - but only then - call me Meghzaal. As for who I might be - I don’t know, but I only know that there is a yearning here, a song, a poem, a dance; and I have gone singing and dancing and searching the world over until - ah! Until I found you, Lucia. And you have filled the cup, and you have emptied it with your name and filled it again.’ He rose to his feet and gazed into her golden eyes. ‘Is it not more fitting that I ask what you are, Lucia, and what it is that you have done with my heart? Why is it that I came into this world yearning - for you.’

What was that feeling, she had felt? The one where her heart beat fast, where she perked up and felt embarrassed, even though she knew she shouldn’t be. Her eyes blinked rapidly, as she didn’t know what to do with her hands other than twirl her hair with one, and rest the other upon her hip. She looked at him, and she knew what that feeling she had felt was, the same one he had asked for her to call him. But what is actually love? Or perhaps a sense of connection, an intimacy shared between the two like never before felt? She did not know.

”I-I-” she stammered, before taking a deep breath before exhaling. ”I do not know, love. I do not know many things, but perhaps it was for a reason. That reason being to show me so much beauty from your heart, that I might take a little with me so I can always have it. Always know it.” she paused, smiling again as the gold upon her body expanded, giving off warmth. ”It is nice to know your name, for it rolls so easily from my lips. Love.” Meghzaal gazed upon her, failing to keep the helpless adoration from his eyes and face.

‘My heart has no beauty, dearest, but is a perfectly calm pool. All beauty you see is but a poor reflection of your sublime visage and song.’ And he extended his hand and took hers, bending low and placing an inky red kiss on her palm that made itself at home amongst the golden tattoos and onyx skin. ‘I will not offer you a little of my heart, nor even all of it - for you are my heart; love for you was planted in my inky flesh before I knew of ink or flesh. In my sleeplessness in the times aforetime, I was naught but love - pure love - for you. For after all, nothing in the world is single, all souls - by a law divine - in one worldsong meet and mingle; so why not your soul and mine? My soul is your soul, and your soul mine; if you will, then I will, and if I will, then it is because you have willed.’

Lucia couldn’t help but blush as the god kissed her palm, yet she did not look away from him. Her golden tattoos began to pulse ever so slightly as the shimmer never stopped. She could hardly wrap her head around the confession. How could a god love but a simple mortal? Her mother never gave mention of this, nor did she ever think that love would come to her so soon. It made her heart beat quick, her palms grew sweaty as she shifted back and forth. Why did the sun suddenly feel so hot upon her cheeks? Her breath quickened as she spoke, ”I-I’ve n-never-” she began, her calmness broken by a wave of uncertainty. ”I-I will.” she whispered softly like a gentle breeze, her tattoo’s pulsing faster. The lovelorn poet seemed to freeze in place for a time, his wide eyes on hers, waiting… waiting on the song to end, the vision to fade, the dream to burst. He opened his mouth to speak, but doubt shot through him. What if he had misheard or misunderstood? The overflowing cup caused the lover to see and hear what was neither present or spoken, after all.

‘Oh you contain a gaze that felled my heart
Its piercing ray has split my pith apart
Were’t so that my beloved spoke again
A speech that heals all wounds and cures all pain
Her word may then treat ails upon me pressed
Or else I’ll perish, and so be at rest’.


He looked at her, the hand holding hers tightening ever so slightly. She had but to affirm that his ears had not deceived him the first time, that it was no jest or joke. Lucia squeezed his hand back, and placed the other one on top of his, before she leaned in ever so close, eyes fading shut, lips trembling in anticipation. With but a whisper she spoke, ”Yes.” conveying a grander meaning behind the simplicity, as the mortal kissed the god. Their lips met in an explosion of momentary silence, before god and lips and ink shattered into an infinity of sounds and songs, the cloud of ink & poetry wrapping around the form of the beloved Lucia as though desperately trying - hoping, yearning - to melt in her; to no avail. But there came a song, full of warmth and joy, savouring in the pain of being unable to truly annihilate the stubborn selfish self into the beloved.

Oh passing breeze, convey my joy and agony
Drinking of love has only increased me in thirst
My beloved’s love is planted in my body
The union of our lips has caused my soul to burst
Her word is law; her will has me in love submersed!


And with that, the great cloud of ink condensed all about Lucia into the form of flowing, wispy garments of ink, and every now and then those garments sighed, and every now and then one sleeve or another tightened - as though seeking reassurance - around her wrist or hugged her body in a yearning to be desperately lost in her. When the lover is lost in the beloved they are found!

He felt cozy, and Lucia couldn’t help but smile as she looked at the cl-

Clothing!

That was the word!

She laughed out loud (and her laughter sent an aching shiver through the ink), before beginning her journey back to the Temple, humming as she went.


In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




The small ball of light zoomed through the vastness of space, on its way to Galbar once again. Oraelia felt better, much, much better then she had been. Gibbou was a brilliant Goddess, her best friend, and her twin. She loved her more than anything. This she knew, and she also knew she would see Gibbou again, but for now, she had work to do.

She descended into Galbar, finding a very strange change. The sky was no longer blue, but a colorful display. At first she was unsure of the change, but slowly it crept up on her, and reminded her of the Luminant. She wondered who had decided to do such a thing, as she flew towards the crimson desert. It was time to make good, in the name of life, she had to show that her sun was not so bad.

The desert was a cruel place, hardly anything lived on the surface. It was just too hot. She flew into the caves and to her great surprise, found that life flourished there. It’s own unique ecosystem thrived beneath the sands. Full of bioluminescence and plenty of water, but it was still a place fraught with danger. She spied the mortals from a distance, hunter gatherers in the dark. So different then the humans in the north, with their large eyes and glowing tattoos. They were perfectly suited here, but Oraelia still felt as if she needed to do something for them. She returned to the surface and looked over the land. She could not deny that it was unique, and the life here had adapted to the dry and arid place. So what could she do?

The place lacked an abundance of water, and even in the caves, it never replenished. It was a dwindling supply, and then an idea struck her. The day was cruel, and that needed to change. An idea came to mind, but to keep the uniqueness of the place intact, it needed to be a rare occurrence. Far from over the black mountains, storm clouds gathered, never venturing over those peaks. But no more. With a flick of her wrist, Oraelia gave them a push and at last, they came, billowing black and greys. Soaked with water and ready to burst, but Oraelia knew that too much water could be a bad thing, and she could not risk flooding the desert underground. She then snapped her fingers, and as the desert grew dark, the sky began to trickle. A slow, gradual thing, enough to make small streams, but never a torrent. Manageable for the people, flora and fauna here.

The vast storm would block the sun's rays and allow for day incursions, but only for a period of around thirty days, before the storm would break apart again and not return for another year. This would insure the land could be replenished, while not drastically changing it. She rubbed her hands together, delighted, before flying off.



She once more traveled north east, to the Aberrant of her creations. She stopped at the border and peered within. She saw many things, some were twisted, some wondrous, but most hardly what she had envisioned. It saddened her greatly, but there was not a whole lot she could do. It existed now, and the life within was… Well… Alive and with whatever their downsides were, they were thriving. She scrunched her nose and crossed her arms as she looked upon it. She couldn’t come up with anything, or her fear of trying blocked her. There was no telling what the Lifeblood would do if she tried to alter anything, so she decided to leave it as it was. A reminder to her, that not everything can be so perfect.

She left, flying south until she once more came upon where the Highlands fought the Prairie. She paused for a moment, as she perceived many humans had made the trek west. This surprised her, but not entirely. They were welcome in the sunlit land, as any creature was. They looked wary however, the trek must have been long and full of danger and though the Prairie was boundless, there was little natural shelter. So she had an idea.

On the boundaries of both lands, she raised a large hill. There she summoned her sun’s light, and it illuminated the hill in a golden light, brighter than even the day. From this light, rose a small temple of white pillars, growing in size and height as they ascended the hill on either side of a golden path. Over top came slabs of white, connecting the pillars as they lay on top. When it reached the top of the hill, the land became smoothed, and around a circle of pillars rose, taller than those that came before. A dome of stone, fixated with glass, erupted from the light at the top of these pillars, as supports were made between them. The glass allowed for natural illumination within the area, always focusing on a central pool of water within the chamber that was surrounded by flowers. Trees and other vegetation popped on the top of the hill, but sparse they were and never overwhelming the view the hill provided.

When all said was done, Oraelia descended and flew in between the massive pillars where she landed next to the pool of light. She hummed a little, and danced around it before diving in. The water was warm and pleasant to her senses. She knew any mortal would find it much the same. She left the pool and walked around, taking in the sights and sounds. This Sunlit Temple would provide a beacon of hope for those traveling through the land. A place where they could stop, and relax before heading beyond. It provided an excellent view of the Prairie and of the Highlands. It was large enough to accommodate many people comfortably and keep them warm. Oh! She almost forgot to make bushes with berries!

She clapped her hands and the bushes around the area erupted with fruits and berries that matched the new skies. She may have been a little too enthusiastic however, because before Oraelia knew it, she was no longer alone. From the ground emerged more Leeoli wisps that danced about and from the pool of light, emerged a dark skinned hand. There could be heard a gasp of hair as two large eyes with a head of golden hair erupted from the surface. It took Oraelia a moment to register what she was seeing, before motherly instincts took over and she helped the girl out of the pool. Wet hair dripped upon Oraelia as the girls large, golden eyes blinked rapidly, as she took large gasps of air as she tried to focus on everything around her.

Oraelia, now sitting on the edge of the pool with the tall girl cradled in her lap, spoke. ”Shh. Shh. You’re safe now, focus on my voice. Look at me, little one.” she said reassuringly. It was for the first time she got a good look at her face. Golden orbs for eyes, eyebrows of golden, to match her hair. Her face was round, not unlike the desert people, but she had no feathers in her hair either. Upon her dark lips, two triangles of gold, one facing up and the other down rested in the middle. She wasn’t entirely human looking, or desert person looking, but something else entirely and it was that uniqueness that made the life in her hands special.

The girl focused on her and took a deep breath, as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, whether in pain or anger, Oraelia could not tell. She exhaled again and snapped her eyes open, her face relaxing as she looked at Oraelia again. Slowly, she reached out one of her hands, and touched the Goddess’ cheek. The girl’s hand was warm, and a deep contrast to her golden skin, but there was a curiosity there and an innocence.

”You- You are Bright, mother.” She said, her voice rich and exotic in tone. ”I-I… Where am I?” she asked, looking around.

Oraelia, though perplexed at how the girl had come to be, smiled warmly. ”Welcome to life. You are here, in the Sunlit Temple.” she said simply.

”I remember… I was… Born in light.” she said, looking at the pool. ”But I tried to breathe and I could not.” she looked back at Oraelia. ”Why?”

Oraelia pushed the hair that had fallen out of the girl’s face and said, ”You can’t breathe in water, dear. Not many can, in fact. The pool you came from was one of my creation, and it seems the residual power within brought you to existence. What a wonderful mystery.” Oraelia cooed. ”You need a name, something to call you by. An identity.” she said again before pausing for a moment. ”How about… Lucia?” she asked.

”Lucia? Lucia…” she whispered, testing the name. A small smile fell on her lips and she nodded. ”I like that name, mother.”

Oraelia gave her a hug and said, ”Come on, I want to show you something.” She then stood up, helping Lucia to her feet. Her build was much like her own, lithe and petite, with narrow shoulders. Unlike Oraelia, however, Lucia was at least a head taller. She took a step, and nearly fell over, but Oraelia caught her before she could. Lucia simply laughed. It was a sweet sound.

”Tricky thing.” she said aloud, as she stared at her wiggling toes. She then straightened herself and tried again, as Oraelia hung on her loosely. Lucia took a step, then another, and before long she was walking by herself. Oraelia took her hand within her own, and together the two walked over to the vantage point, a balcony that overlooked the Prairie.

Lucia gave an audible gasp as she looked out at all the fields of golden. She felt the breeze on her face and she stared at the sky for a minute, digesting the world all around her. She ran her hands through her hair, and touched her skin, before picking up a bright pink flower and smelling it. She smiled a toothy grin, revealing white pearls.

”It is… Beautiful, mother.” Lucia said aloud.

”Isn’t it?” came Oraelia’s reply, as the two shared the view. Another unexpected surprise, but a good one Lucia was. She would have to teach her things for a time, give her powers, be a good mother. But Oraelia frowned slightly, before smiling again. How bittersweet, time was.






In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




Oraelia flew, hardly registering where she was going. She felt restricted, like she couldn't breath and her heart was racing, bursting in her chest. Why did she create that? Why why why? What had went wrong? That hadn't been the plan! In her nowhere journey, she passed through the red desert, further horrified how her sun had turned cruel. In a burst of speed she rocketed off and up, passing over a ruined floating land. Everything had been racked by a battle of power. She couldn't think, couldn't act, only run. And run she did, flying further up and passed the golden temple of…

Death.

She shut her eyes instinctually as she shielded herself from it's touch, but only found flashes of death to accompany her. The bat, the leon and many more.

She opened them again when the presence was gone and only then did she stop. She looked upon a purple moon, and then the great shimmering veil beyond and she again she wondered why? They hadn't been there before, who had created them and for what purpose? Where they twisted like she was?

She clutched her heart, a look of pain flashing across her face. Why had she thought that? Was she twisted? Had she broken? Her breathing quickened again and she felt like she was suffocating. Her tears drifted off into space as she zoomed for her sister's moon for no particular reason. Perhaps it was instinct to seek such comfort. She landed on the rock, lunar dust flying up into the air as she wept for what had occurred. She felt terrible, she felt as if she had let the entire world down and all those mortals in the desert… How could she let her sun do that? She held herself tightly, her thoughts unable to stop.

"Who's there?" came a familiar voice, backed up by the hollow clunk of a club striking stone. "Not to be rude, but I've had a lot of visitors today and it's taxing my person quite a bit." Around the corner of a tall rock came an exhausted Gibbou, wielding a dark-as-night bat in her right hand. She immediately dropped it upon seeing who had arrived, though, and it turned to smoke. "Oh, hi, sis! Oh, I've missed you so much!" The moon goddess kicked off to tackle her sister with a hug, but slowed down considerably before impact upon seeing her mood. She instead floated over and wrapped her arms around her neck soothingly. "What happened? Tell me."

That voice. That lovely voice. Oraelia looked to Gibbou and tried to smile at her, but sobbed again as she felt her touch. "Oh Gibbou, it's so good to see you." she said, leaning into her. She began to calm down slightly, her mind focusing on the moment. "I've had, what feels like, a very, very long day." she said before asking, "How have you been, sis?"

"Oh, don't even get me started - 'cuz I don't know where to begin…" Gibbou's plum cheek rested and rubbed itself against the scalp if Oraelia's golden head. "... But I think I can start off by saying it's been a very, very weird day. Or days. I don't know, it's hard to tell up here. Here, just lay like this for a while, okay? I'll keep you safe." She took Oraelia's hands in her own, as she had accepted hers after creating and killing the very first life, and squeezed them affectionately.

Oraelia returned the squeeze with a soft smile on her face. The two stayed like that for a time before Oraelia sighed and said, "I don't know what happened… I was creating another ecosystem, just filling the land and I felt- I felt something snap. I don't know what it was or where it came from but I could feel it and…" her voice grew quiet, "Then the land grew twisted and overgrown, full of life that were aberrations of what they should have been. I saw… I saw a cross between a wolf and a bear attack a giant moose and they were so ferocious and hungry. I panicked, sis and I ran away across the continent and I fell upon a red desert that my sun was responsible for and I never even created that. Then there was the tornadoes in my prairie that I didn't want, that I never even designed. I saw so many things on my way here and I didn't know what to do but run." she said, taking a deep breath.

Gibbou shook her head slowly. “That’s awful… The Lifeblood really is a terrible force at times, isn’t it?” She paused for a time. “I’m sure we’ll find a way to fix it, right? We’re the best gods in the entire world, right? If there’s an issue, Gibbou and Oraelia can fix it!” She squeezed her sister a little tighter. “But even we just need to vent sometimes, y’know?”

She pulled away from Gibbou and looked at her with a surprised face. "Gibbou! The lifeblood! It was the lifeblood! Oh how could I be so foolish!" she said, hugging her sister tightly. "I love you. You're so smart, Gibbou! And you're right, we can fix it and we will!" she said happily. She relaxed finally and held Gibbou for a time before looking at her again. "You've had a lot of visitors today?" she asked.

Gibbou blinked, then turned the reddest her skin could possibly manage, looking almost like an overripe grape. “OhyouImean, huhuhuhuhuhuh,” she bubbled proudly to herself at the sound of praise. As the conversation switched to her visitors, though, she turned in the smile for a slight frown. “Yeah… You know Enmity? They’re, uh… They’re a bit weird.” She hummed. “They look so lonely, though. Makes me a bit sad.”

Oraelia blinked in return before narrowing her eyes before Gibbou spoke of Enmity. At the name, she shivered slightly. "Indeed. I don't really understand what 'they' are but Enmity was friendly… I think. Who else sister? I've met… uh…" she thought for a moment then sheepishly said, "Like two others besides Enmity, but I've heard names."

“Oh, they were friendly for sure - despite that thingy they did to my moon,” she pouted in annoyance, “but they weren’t the most exciting visit.” She took a deep breath and gave Oraelia a small, shy smile. “Ssssooo… There’s this other one. Really, really handsome. Do you know… Cadien?”

"That's one of the names I've heard about but no, I haven't met him. Handsome you say?" she smirked.

”Dangerously so,” Gibbou confirmed. “Just standing near him sent me into orbit - or, well, I was here already so-... You get the point. Either way, you just -gotta- meet him. Just, uhm…” She hummed. “... Beware that he may get touchy.”

Oraelia gave a small shrug. ”Touchy? That doesn’t sound… Right.” Oraelia then went wide eyed and she firmly grabbed Gibbou by her arms and looked at her with a serious face. ”Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?” her tone changing to one of concern to reflect her expression.

“No! No - well, he tried to, but I said no!” Gibbou switched the grip so she held Oraelia’s hands. “Oh, please don’t think of him like that - I’m sure it was just a heat of the moment-thing, and I’m pretty sure I led him on and, and he just looked so sad when he left and that make me feel sad, and, and yeah - he’s a great guy, though! He made that for me!” She pointed at the horizon, where a wonderfully beautiful statue of herself stood and saluted the planet proudly. Her smile sort of faded. “Yeah, he, he took himself some artistic liberties with that one, I know.”

At her sister’s words, Oraelia let her hands fall into her lap, still holding Gibbou’s. She followed where her sister pointed and saw the statue of Gibbou. It was… Amazing to say the least. She turned back to GIbbou and sighed through her nose. ”Well… Okay, I trust you Gibbou. But, hey, artistic liberties? That’s you, silly. Same as my eyes see you, right before me.” she gave her a warm smile.

Gibbou giggled, but there was nothing genuine about it - not when it came to the statue. “Heh, no… I could never be like that. Say, I’ve had this idea!” In trying to change the subject, she snapped a drawn schematic into reality and pointed at the centre, which displayed a horn of sorts - at least, it looked vaguely like one. “You ready to have your mind go all… Bwaaah?!”

Oraelia gave her sister a knowing look, before turning her attention to the schematic. ”Oh? What’s this do?” she asked.

“See - I’ve been wondering - like, really wondering - how I can give mortals a way to protect themselves when we can’t. I’ve been going on about this aaaaall the wrong way. Check it out,” she materialised a piece of chalk in her hand, “here - I’ll have the natural gods fill a bit of their divinity. Then, when a mortal fills it with something drinkable, the liquid is infused with the essence and grants the drinker the ability to perform miracles granted by us! Isn’t that awesome?” She could barely sit still afterwards.

Before Oraelia really pondered the idea, Gibbou’s excitement rubbed off on her, and Oraelia quickly followed suit. It was a wonderful idea! ”Oh Gibbou! You’re so smart! Now I won’t feel so bad about leaving the humans and those desert people, who I haven’t met yet, alone!” she said giddily.

“Huhuhuhu… Smart… Yeah! My thoughts exactly,” she declared proudly and gave the page a little pat. “I juuuust gotta figure out how to make it and, uh, who to ask when it comes to blessing it.”

"You can ask me! I'm a natural God! The first!" she said happily.

“Well, asking you was a given,” Gibbou giggled. “But okay - would you like to bless my artifact?”

"Yeah of course! I thought you would never ask." she feigned with exaggeration in her voice.

“Oh, yooouu…” She giggled to herself and then suddenly looked as though an epiphany slapped her in the face. “Hey! Why don’t we make it right now? Us two! Together! Making things! TOGETHER!” She could barely sit still.

"Yeah yeah yeah!" Oraelia said quickly. "We should! I'd love to make something with you!" she squirmed.

“Yay!” Gibbou exclaimed and clapped her hands together, forming a ball of darkness between them; however, her excitement seemed to affect the spell and accelerate it a bit too much. Her eyes widened and she went, “Uh-oh… Help, please!”

Oraelia immediately began pouring her strength into the ball of darkness by using her hands. A golden light began to flow in on the ball, warming the area. "Go on and shape it, Gibbou!."

Gibbou regained control of the form and swiftly cut and shaped it into a horn-like silhouette, hollowing it out so it resembled a drinking horn. The shadow and warmth both faded and revealed an obsidian-rimmed ivory drinking horn. Gibbou blinked at her creation and turned it around in her hand. “Fancy.”

”OOOO! A horn!” Oraelia said, wide eyed as she looked at the ivory.

“It sorta looks like the schematic, I guess… That bump is a bit out of place, but, eh…” She shrugged and made the horn a little strap so she could hang it from her waistband. “Oh, wait, blessings!” She hummed ponderously. “What should I say, y’know, to bless it?”

Oraelia shrugged whimsically. ”Dunno sis. We’ve already poured our might into it, shouldn’t it be… Blessed already?” she asked.

Gibbou made a pout. “I should’a made it more ceremonial… Said some big words or something. Prrt.” She then stood up and lifted the horn up high. “Oh, great, uh…!” She tasted various names. “Billy? Yugamor? Queso? Lobo?” She gave Oraelia a shrug. “I’ve got nothing.”

The bright girl brought a finger to her chin and thought a moment. ”Well, you want it to help people right? Or protect them I should say and all they have to do is fill it up and drink from it? So, maybe something simple? Or a name that tells what it is? Like, the drinking horn? Kinda lame, I know. What about the Hornacopia? Because it will have a lot of things!”

“Eh, I’d like something that’s simple and direct, while also somewhat mystical and open for the big thinkers.” She looked around. “Hmm… Maybe name it after something here… OH!” She nearly butterfingered the horn into space. “I know!” She gestured between herself and Oraelia. “I’ll call it Hir.”

”Hir! A lovely name, sister! So simply yet, so… Compelling. You are right, that does make one think.” she whistled.

“What does it make you think about?”

”Well… This moment really and the joy I had watching your idea come to life. Hir. I’m just glad I could help, Gibbou.” she said, holding her arm.

Gibbou blushed and looked at her horn. “Well, I hope this can be used to grant mortals the powers to defend themselves and their loved ones.” She turned to look down at Galbar. “Only one way to find out, I suppose.”

She looked onwards. ”Indeed, Gibbou. I… I would join you, but I have to go bring some sort of comfort to that desert. I can’t let my sun be so cruel. Not again.” she said with strength in her voice.

“Oh… Yeah, no, I understand.” She squeezed Oraelia’s hand and pulled her into a cool hug. “Be safe, okay? I love you.”

She returned the hug. ”I love you too, Gibbou… And thanks for being Hir.” she said with a giggle.




In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




She knew not the passing of time as the Prairie healed. What she did know is that the wind storms, these tornadoes, as she came to call them, were now a part of her Prairie. They came again, but never as bad as the first time. One here, another there, sometimes two… They tore at the ground and at first she wanted nothing more than to rid herself of them, but they grew on her. The animals learned that when they came, they needed to flee quickly, and the grasses began to grow stronger, more resistant to the winds. An equilibrium was forming naturally, and despite her urge to protect her life from outside forces, the tornadoes became natural.

When it no longer seemed that the land would suffer so greatly, Oraelia knew it was time to move on. She told herself that a lot, didn’t she? And as she hung suspended in the air, thinking on that statement, she smirked, then flew off in no particular direction. She reached the edge of the Prairie and the beginning of the Highlands, noting that the Prairie inhabitants were beginning to trek their way in. The Auroran deer were still there, and she could see several plumes of smoke from her vantage point. As she ventured further in, she came across a Pride of Leons, using the high terrain to their advantage.

She saw the male lounging upon an outstretched rock, basking in the sun while two cubs played with his tail. She snickered at that, bringing her hands to her hips as she began to chuckle. Her gaze then fell a short ways, as she saw three Leoness’ stalking something. A hunt! She scrunched her nose, the idea unpleasant to watch, and she began to turn away but something caught her eye. Their prey.

It walked upon two legs, had a head full of chestnut hair and carried a stick in one hand, fruit in the other. Perplexed by this strange animal, she flew in closer, only to see the Leoness’ burst forward at the two legged thing. The creature, hearing the Leons, brandished the spear to ward them off. She frowned, knowing It was not her place to interfere in the hunt. Then the two legged thing shouted for help as a Leoness flew at him. Her eyes went wide and within a second, she was between the Leoness and her prey. She stopped the Leoness with but a thought, and lowered it to the ground as the voiceful thing behind her began to shout in surprise, falling over backwards.

Oraelia then looked closer at the two legged thing, and look closer she did. She saw his memories, his emotions, the good and the bad, names, thoughts, feelings and everything else, all within a second. She blinked back her tears of awe and turned to the Leons once more, who stared at her, pacing back and forth.

She held up her hand, palm facing them. ”Tell your children and your children’s children, every Leon that passes to and fro, let it be known, that this life, these humans… They are not your prey. Do not provoke and only defend yourselves when your lives, and your Pride’s lives, are threatened. This is my command, as your Goddess. Now go, live in peace.” she said, a flash of light resonating from her hand. The Leoness bowed, and as they did, their sun symbols shined brighter before they flew off in the opposite direction.

Oraelia then turned to the man, whose name she knew as Tutono, but he was gone. She could hear him, running through the trees, his breath quick. She was about to go after him, but then she heard it, a distant wail. Powerful, godlike yet heart wrenching and full of agony. Worry overtook her as she immediately thought of Gibbou, but she knew it was not her sister’s voice. Nor was it Evandra’s, but another precious sibling. One who was in pain! She pursed her lips, and then took off. The human, as they were called, would have to wait for now.



It took her awhile to pinpoint the location of the scream, and even then it wasn’t as accurate as she had hoped. It wasn’t until she heard more shouting, this time many voices in tangem, did she finally find herself next to a great river. A tribe of humans by its shores, shouting and yelling, voices full of rage and grief. She quickly descended, her radiance reflecting in their eyes as they turned to look up at her. She took note of the small stone mound, and the man laying beaten and bloodied beneath the crowd. It made her feel… Concern?

”What happened here?” she said as her feet touched the ground, causing the yellowed grass to turn green again. An older human, one with grey in his beard approached, bowing before her. “Greetings, Bright one. To think-... Another would come to see us this day.”

She tilted her head slightly. “Another? Who- Ah, the one who screamed? I see… But first, why does that one lay beaten and bloodied?” she asked, walking over to him, the crowd parting, giving her suspicious looks.

“He-... He killed Jovon. Pushed him off a cliff.” said the Elder.

“Arek killed my love, so he could try to-to get with me. Who does such a thing?” Came a girl’s voice, eyes red amongst the crowd.

Oraelia looked over the man and knelt beside him, gently touching the bruises and broken bones, before looking up at the tribals. ”All life is precious. To the smallest mouse, to the largest of Leons. In nature, there is no revenge, but there can be cruelty- Even if it can’t be perceived as such. Yet this is actuality, the natural cycle. There is life, and there is death. But, you stand here now. Capable of thought, speech, feelings… Love, hate, anger, sadness… So complex, this ability to act above basic instinct. It’s a gift, a beautiful, wondrous gift and it means you are now a part of the cycle as well. You know what’s cruel, what revenge can do, what loss feels like. Most animals understand, but they act upon their nature foremost, but you? You understand perfectly, or you will understand, in time.” she said with a sad smile. She looked back at Arek again, ”What he did was wrong, there is no doubt in that. But to kill him outright…” she looked back at the tribe, ”Can there not be another solution?” she asked them.

There were murmurs among them and angry looks, all quieted by the elder.

"Bright one-... What do you mean? A life for a life… That is the way." The elder spoke.

She nodded slowly. "Yes, that is fair, but is it right? What if I offered you a solution, one that could please us both. I will take Arek and I will renew him, and in doing so he will return to an innocent state. A pure state, untainted by his desires and I will whisk him away to another, that way you do not need to see him, ever again. Think upon this for a moment, if you would." she said.

And they discussed this solution amongst themselves. Their conversation went in many directions, chief among the voices was the red eyed woman and the chief. The former advocating for Arek's death, while the latter did not wish to upset the 'Bright One'. Most others were leaning with the elder. Oraelia had mixed feelings about being appeased. She knew it did not please her, she did not wish to be pleased. She was simply acting in the interest of continued life. She wanted them to be better.

Eventually the Elder came before her and nodded with a heavy heart. "We have decided-... Take Arek away, far away. He is not, and never will be, a part of our tribe. His taint must be removed."

She nodded and before their eyes, two items materialized. From the ground came an oaken branch, dark and gnarled running with green vines. Then came a long white blanket, that wrapped around Arek's body with a flick of her wrist. The branch then flew into her hand and Oraelia placed the tip on his forehead. Before their eyes, he began to heal. Bones mended, and bruises disappeared, while dried blood reabsorbed. A mix of confusion, awe and rage erupted from the tribe as they saw this but they quickly went silent as they saw the blanket's power work. Arek awoke and then he began to change. There was a fear in his eyes, that quickly faded as his body aged backwards. From adult, to teenager, to boy and then at last to a baby, or perhaps a toddler. All happened quickly before their eyes, and shocked the silence with the small ones' cries. Oraelia wrapped him up in the blanket, cradling him with one arm. She soothed the child, ushering the tiny thing to sleep with but a whisper.

She then turned to the tribe and said, ”I will take him now, but before I go I offer you two things. Words of advice, and a gift. There are animals with my symbol, a shining star and a halo of light. If you are ever to come across these, they will do you no harm unless provoked. I ask that you respect them, and they will respect you. Spread that word, so all might hear it. As for the gift, here.” The oaken branch floated over to the elder, who tentatively took it. Others looked at the branch with curious eyes. ”I know I cannot heal your loss… But I can give you a tool that can heal you physically. Simply touch the tip to your forehead, or wound, and it will heal you. Elder, this is a mighty gift for your people, I ask that you do not misuse it, or I shall know. I do have one more thing to say… I am sorry for your loss. Life is a precious thing and… To have it not die a peaceful death, one of old age… My heart shares your loss.” she paused, taking a deep breath. ”Goodbye, dear humans. May you live long and happy lives.” She began to lift off, but the Elder stopped her with a simple phrase.

“Thank you.” She turned to look at him, his wizened face expressed in understanding, perhaps even reverence. “Thank you, Bright one. What is your name, so that we might know to tell our children? So that we might-... So that we might thank you by name.”

She smiled happily, ”I am Oraelia, Goddess of Sunlight, Mother of Life, Bright One. Your thanks has been received… But before I forget, who was the one that screamed? The god before me, what was their name?”

“Her name was Neiya, Bright One, and she said her love was eternal.”



It was later in the day when she found him. The man named Tutono, whom she had saved from the hunt. He was with several others, they were picking berries in a dense pocket of forest. He stood close to a woman, and as she watched from afar, they were playful with one another. She knew what that meant, if at all these humans were like other animals. When the two went off by themselves, Oraelia quickly descended before their attentions went elsewhere.

Tutono and the woman looked up at her, shielding their eyes for a moment before realization dawned upon him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Oraelia beat him to it. ”Hello! I bet you weren’t expecting to see me again.” she then smiled at the two. ”I mean you no harm, I just want to talk.”

The woman went behind Tutono, eyeing Oraelia and the baby worryingly and at first he looked as if he wanted to run again, but after a moment he nodded and said, “Thank you… For saving me, uh…”

”Bright One.” she said happily.

“Bright One.” he said with a small grin. “I… I am sorry I ran off. You are like… Like Cadien, yes?”

”Cadien? Yes, I suppose I am. But do not worry about running away, the Leons will never bother you, or any human again, unless first provoked. Actually I was hoping you could help me. You see, I have a child that needs parents.” she said, showing them the sleeping baby.

The woman tentatively stepped out from behind Tutono as she peered at the small, sleeping face. Tutono looked at her and then to the baby with a curious expression. “A baby… I have never seen one before. It’s so small… How would we… What would it eat?”

Oraelia blinked, having thought the answer was obvious. She pointed at the woman beside him, ”A baby needs a mother.” she smiled looking at her, hearing two heartbeats. ”Soon enough she will produce sustenance for the little one, until then… Mash those berries into a pulp and feed small bits.” she then paused, ”I… I have no right to ask this of you… But please. Take the child, raise him as your own.”

Tutono looked at the woman, and she looked at him before she nodded. She then took the sleeping child within her own arms and held him close, instincts kicking in. Oraelia then imparted on them knowledge and a gift. She told them as she told the other tribe, her animals would not harm them unless provoked, and she gave them the blanket. A powerful tool of renewal, and she charged Tutono with its protection.

She then bid the two, farewell.



Oraelia flew in no particular direction as she thought about the day's events. It seemed mortals had arrived in the world, and it was a wonderous thing indeed! Yet, filled with its own set of challenges. She hoped the world she had helped build was ready for them. She hoped it was fleshed out enough so that they could prosper and live in peace but as if an answer to her question… She came to a land just as barren like her prairie had once been.

She sighed. What were the others doing?

She shoved the thought from her head, it was time to create another ecosystem, wasn’t it! She cracked her knuckles and thought about what she might want to see, or perhaps, what the continent needed. Perhaps another forest? A couple mountains?

She waved her hand over the land, and before her sprouted a mountain range not unlike the Boar’s but smaller, and from beneath it sprouted shoots of trees like grass. Thick evergreens and tall pines with numerous other trees and berry bushes for life that would-

Something snapped.

She recoiled in fright at the sound, she had no idea where the noise had come from, but it felt as if it was all around her, but not originating within her, that she knew. A sickly sweet aroma filled her nose and she could taste it too, and then from before her the trees began to grow. The mountains began to rumble and quake as they ripped apart, sending large chunks crashing into the growing trees, sending the spires jagged and broken.

Oraelia tried to stop it, but nothing worked. She even shouted at it to stop, but even her voice was without meaning before the power before her. The trees grew gnarled, limbs cracking, growing wider, piercing other trees like giant swords. Wood burst apart, exploded from the growth as the trees began to stop, now towering over the very hills, resembings giants. Their canopy was so thick that it blocked out most of her sun’s light from below, covering the land in twilight. Oraelia was horrified at what she saw as she flew in closer. Everything was overgrown, giant sized and twisted. The plants and animals also had changed, to fit this new environment. Giants in their own rights, with many looking like mixes of several species put together. Plants had grown vines and flowers that did not seem to mesh, with colors and scents not smelling right at all. She had a panic attack as she saw a pack of wolf-bears, maul a giant moose to death and she flew off into the sky.

This had not been the plan.

What had gone wrong?




In Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay




She didn’t have time to think about her meeting with Yamat. In her domain form, she zipped through the land, spreading life to the areas destroyed in the wind as she headed for the Leon cubs. The orphans. What had befallen them was as Yamat said, tragic. But from tragedy, there comes hope for better. She found them where she had left them, huddled together on a rock. They were no longer shaking, but their eyes spoke a different story.

As soon as she changed forms, they came bounding over to her, huffing and rubbing up against her. She fell to her knees and rubbed them both equally, as she spoke in a small voice. ”I’m so sorry. So, so sorry little ones. I should have stopped it sooner, I should have tried to go after your mother and your sister.” she said, letting her emotions out again, in a flood of silent tears. ”Now the Prairie is hurting and and… I wish Gibbou were here.” The cubs laid down beside her, both using each other's warmth for comfort.

She sat and contemplated for a moment, before rising again. She needed to go out and heal what she could, but she couldn’t leave the cubs again. They followed her to the rocks edge and she overlooked the prairie again as they sat and looked at her. ”I have an idea, little ones.” she turned to them and they looked up at her with waiting eyes. ”There is only one of me, and I can’t be everywhere at once, as much as I would like to. I need guardians, beings that will help this world, that will help usher in a new day. Would you two… Would you two be the first?” she asked them, taking a knee before them.

They looked at her again, before walking forward and rubbing their heads and bodies against her once more. She smiled as she giggled. ”I’ll take that as a yes then.” she said, getting to her feet. She then kissed both of the cubs upon their star, and she watched as they began to grow in size and in age. One male, one female. Both grew far larger then any normal Leon. They’re fur began to glow a golden hue and two Halo’s of sunlight erupted around their heads.

When they at last stopped growing they knelt down, and looked at her with light blue eyes far bigger than her own head. Intelligent eyes, eyes wanted purpose. She smiled and caressed their large snouts.

”Look how big you’ve grown!” she laughed, she then looked at the male. ”I shall call you, Nisin and you shall restore that which is broken, battered, and old. That which needs a gentle push to become new again. You will usher in renewal.” she then turned to the female and said, ”I shall call you, Eesis and you shall alleviate the suffering of others, those who live in pain and fear. You will usher in healing.” She then took a step back and looked at both of them together with pride. ”Both of you will work together. Nisin will renew that land and you Eesis will heal it. Lean on each other when the going gets tough, and never forget, that I love you, so, so much my little cubs. Now go… Go and make the world a better place.” she said with happy tears in her eyes.

The two golden Leons hesitated as they looked upon her with sad eyes. Eesis then nudged Nisin and the two began to wonder off, picking up their pace as they headed into the damaged Prairie, before taking off with their massive wings. Oraelia watched them go, then flew off on her own, tending to the land as best she could.






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Oraelia lay on the banks of Radiance for a time, eyes shut as she listened to the sweet sounds of nature. She was happy with the Luminant, and she felt at home there. But the stirring in her heart for more, meant she could not rest just yet. She had barely seen the rest of the world, and she had so many ideas. With a longing sigh, she stood up and looked upon the lake once more, before taking on her domain form. She floated up, and within a second she was little more than a blip in the sky.

She traveled north, until she came to a gloomy land full of marsh and plains. It was a different take on life, and one she found fascinating. There were hardly any inhabitants though in this empty land, so she decided to introduce species that would benefit from the marshes. Small amphibians with red and orange stripes came from twigs while large owls with wide eyes came from the leaves. More and more came, to fill the place with life. Oraelia then created wisps of gold who floated here and there, giving off a little light, with some warmth. They reminded her of the birds in the Luminant. Upon the plains she modified animals she had already created so that they were adapted to the new biome and added others yet unseen in the world. When she was satisfied she ventured west, to check on her Prairie.

However she was surprised to find another land where once was barren rock. Tall trees with rolling hills and crags. Vast open lands filled the dense areas in between with large rivers. Another land, with little life. As she thought on what to put there, she eventually reached the area where her prairie and the new biome met. Both areas fought each other for dominance, where sparse prairie interconnected with the trees, their roots battled for nutrients.

They needed a balance. Something to ensure no side ever overtook the other for too long. A new idea came to mind and Oraelia whistled and the ground shook, and from the tall grass, and behind the trees they came. Cousins to the common deer species she had littered across the continent. Yet these… These were of her specifically. Bucks and does of solar energy. They stood tall, but not as tall as her leons. The bucks were thicker than their lithe counterparts, to accommodate their solar crowns. Between the antlers of the bucks came an ethereal halo that radiated the light of her sun, and their power. These would serve a great purpose, to renew the land when it was time, by being reborn anew in flame. Evandra would like that, she thought. But it would serve as a practical use, by renewing the old growth into newer growth. As such, these… Auroran Deer, would reproduce much slower than their counterparts, and have shorter lifespans. For though they could be reborn from ash at the end of an old life, they were still mortal, as part of the cycle.

They would call both lands their homes, renewing the land where they went. She liked the dynamic of the two lands, it reminded her of GIbbou and herself. She wondered how her little sister was doing.

She continued on, off to find new lands to populate. Unbeknownst to her, a great diaspora was about to begin between the two biomes, where creatures from both sides would venture to the other.




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The small orb that was Oraelia’s form flew south east, over ocean and land she went, until she came upon a most verdant land. She stopped here and looked around, noting how the fruits and vegetables grew in such size and abundance. It was a strange land, and she wondered who had created it. What purpose did it serve other than to make animals fat? There were so many herbivores here, eating the resplendent feast that was before them. As such, this brought the carnivores, who hunted on well fed prey. She could taste in the very air just how fertile the land was. The water fed the soil and the soil fed the plants, whose roots grew deep.

Yet, it needed something but Oraelia did not know what. She hovered for a long time, before moving on, further west. She would have to revisit that place, perhaps then an idea would form. For now, her idea that she had gained from Evandra, needed to take shape.

She eventually arrived upon the western coast of the continent, where she was satisfied with what she had found. Nothing but her siblings trees and plants surrounded her, with the occasion hill and stream. The land was special, even though it lacked anything out of the ordinary. Oraelia’s feet touched the ground as she shifted forms, and she knelt down grabbing a handful of dirt.

She then blew the dirt from her hand, and as it went, it expanded, changing the landscape as it did. The trees expanded, bark coursing with luminescent lines, as it grew in height while their leaves began to glow a bright yellow. Other trees began to glow reds, and oranges, with blues and violet barks. Yet some trees retained their greens, and instead bore fruit that twinkled even in daylight. The ground vegetation became vibrant colors that shimmered and hummed as the wind brushed their tops and all of the grasses became different shades of blues. The waters here became crystal clear, refracting the light into millions of small rainbows. While the animal life changed to reflect their surroundings. Colorful birds began to radiate their colors until they were nothing more than lights that could fly. Others became brighter, more colorful and incandescent.

When the changes settled, Oraelia grinned ear to ear. Though the Prairie of Sol reflected what her siblings had done, this new ecosystem was entirely by her design. She would name it the Luminant, and it would be a shining jewel, a place where the sun never truly left.

Yet it needed something else, a final touch of both her passions. She ventured deeper into the Luminant until she came across a lake. Here she waded in and tasted the clarity of the waters and knew what to do. She thought about her conversation with Enmity, and how he could help him. Though she knew this never would, it was a start.

She poured a different sort of power into the lake, one of life and healing. The lake’s shimmer grew tenfold and it radiated an aquamarine as several new streams were created, sending it’s healing waters flowing through the land. She would name this place, this holy site, the The Lake of Radiance and it was there, she would bask for awhile.




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Oraelia




Under the shade-- Yes, shade!-- of a new tree, Oraelia breathed in the fresh air. She had smelled the scent of young flowers, she had felt the porous dirt between her toes, and she had tasted the dew upon green ferns. She did not need to do such things, but she had reveled, still reveled, in the sensation of life. But the forest was missing a most important piece. There was hardly any sound.

When she had left her sister’s moon, Oraelia had seen the world grow blue and had witnessed the great falling of the boar god (who flew past her in his anger, a most frightening thing!), and she had watched him create land amidst the blue, and then came the green of the tall tree. She knew all these workings were from her siblings, and yet as much as she wanted to meet them to give her thanks, her mind was abuzz with creation. She could hardly contain her excitement and had landed north of the mountains on the new continent, watching it grow before her eyes.

Now… The first sound was heard by her. A small, feathered bird whistled a tune as it flew around her. It’s plumage was green, with stripes of yellow running down its face to its tail feathers. It had an orange beak and brown eyes that looked upon her with curiosity. Unlike upon Gibbou’s moon, this small life was alive in the warmth of her sun. She outstretched her index finger and It gracefully chirped and sang a beautiful song as it perched itself upon golden skin. She brought it up to her gleaming face and whistled back to it. It tilted it’s head and whistled again before taking off, singing as it went.

More chirps followed, becoming a beautiful chorus of vocalization as she found herself surrounded by colorful birds. They ranged in size from smaller than her finger, to as large as her head. They came in all different colors, blue as the sky, greener then the leaves, yellow like the sun and even black and dark blue, just like Gibbou. She suddenly hoped her sister was well, but before she could think anymore of that, she realized the birds would need to sustain themselves. She thought for a moment, and then snapped her fingers. In the trees sprang forth juicy fruits, and in the bushes, berries of all assortments. The birds immediately went to work on the bountiful feast before them.

Yet as Oraelia watched, she knew she could do more. What else could eat the berries? She thought for a moment. Then from where she sat upon her knees, she picked up a small, discarded twig. She held it gingerly within her cupped hands and brought it to her lips, where she gave it her breath. She opened her hand, and watched as the twig grew, growing larger as it did, sprouting arms and legs, hands and feet and a small head with pointy ears. Finally a long tail, meant for gripping, grew and the creature, with large blue eyes and dark spots, looked at her, before running off on two legs to join the feast. She laughed, and snapped her fingers again, willing more into existence from the branches of the trees. Mammals, that’s what they were. Creatures that were of flesh and blood, rearing born young. They would live in the trees and grow beautifully.

Still, Oraelia wanted more. So she began to walk, forging life with a beating heart. They were small at first, mammals walking to and fro, with small pittering feet and larger birds that roosted in the tops of trees, that welcomed the rising of the sun. They grew larger, her creations, born with hooves and horns and bugles and whinnies. Made for jumping and swimming and running. THey came in droves, filling the world around her with the sounds of life. Yet still she created, humming as she went, for she knew that which ate plant and fruit would soon eat it all if not checked.

She Oraelia expanded her ideas, and what came forth were birds with sharp beaks, and sharper claws. With large eyes, and affinity for night (She knew Gibbou would like those). They hooted and squaked at her, setting off the hunt. Though it pained her at first, knowing what they would do, she came to realize it was a benefit to the cycle that she and her fellow gods were creating. So she continued. Next came padded feet, with sharp, tearing claws. Lithe bodies, hungry bodies. Larger and larger they came these carnivores. Each to serve a necessary part in the cycle.

As she walked, the trees began to thin, until she at last came before a vast expanse of barren rock. She stood quietly, turning her head to view the forest behind her and then back to the vast expanse of nothing. That had to change.

An idea came to her, and she began to walk, then run, each step more exhilarating than the last until she lifted off the ground and became something else entirely. Her feminine form grew small, more compact and not so constrained to the land. This new form was lighter and she felt free, and in that freedom she was happiest. But she knew her responsibilities, and thus began to paint her own mark upon the continent.

Grass took root, growing tall and sturdy, branching out into several different types. She gouged the land here and there in great swathes with but a thought, and willed from the deep her sibling’s water, purifying the salt so that any could drink freely. The grasses nearest the streams soaked deeply from the water and grew green and fat with life, but she said no to the green, she wanted another color. Thus she turned them yellow, as bright as the sun, the rest dimmer, verging to gold, to dull yellow, to brown. Then she dotted the landscape with flowers, beautiful flowers that grew up between the tall grasses with vibrant heads of purples, whites, yellows, blues and reds. There were many shades, and she willed it to continue on, as far as her divine eyes could see(But not really, cause that’s really far), repeating and growing and changing the landscape from nothing into fertile paradise.

Next she willed large herds of herbivores to eat the grasses and the plants, giants of the plains with white tusks and bodies of grey, who used their trunks to eat the tall grasses, to horned bison that made the land grow brown from their numbers. She changed creatures she had created from the forest to be better suited in the grasslands, and then she created predators that filled almost every niche in her ecosystem and Oraelia was in bliss. Yet it needed something, a final touch.

She drew close to the ground and hewed a single blade of golden grass. It hovered before her, and then grew, expanding its shape, rippling with muscles as large paws landed upon solid ground with a thud. A head formed, feline in frame but more majestic, with a mane unrivaled in the world wrapping around its neck and stopping at the base of it’s back, where two ivory colored wings erupted from its sides, easily twice as long as it was. Its fur turned white, but the mane stayed golden as two blue orbs, each larger than her current form, peered down upon her. When it stopped growing in height, the creature easily stood twice as tall as her in her other form. She flew up to meet the proud gaze and she placed a small sun upon its forehead.

”Your kind will be the watchers of this land, my… Leons.” she said excitedly, willing a few hundred more into existence. They would be the apex of the… She needed a name for the land. As the Leons departed, she once again contemplated in silence before the name came to her.

The Prairie of Sol.

She looked upon it again, and was satisfied with what she had done, but there was so much more to do!




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