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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 2, 2013 7:41:56 GMT -8
She had been wandering their...creation for a while now.
With no small amount of glee, Luonnetar couldn't help but grin whenever she reflected that for all of Sollagrin's effort to direct the Luonto Sinfonia, the end result hadn't turned out that structured or uniform. Whether flying or walking, the goddess never tired of the variety of landscapes, from arid or frozen wastelands to verdant forests of all kinds, this new world seemed to have every kind of land there could ever be.
Nor was she alone in her fascination with this newborn world. Others were already starting to make themselves at home within it. It seemed as though it was only yesterday that she had watched her sisters gravitate towards certain sections of the planet, as though these areas resonated with something within them: Minba had flown towards the celestial vault while Mairin had dived into the watery expanse that girdled the world. Of the Ennead sisters, Luonnetar was the only one that remained on land but it was a matter of time before she decided to move on as well.
Still, she couldn't help but feel that something was lacking.
The answer came to her quickly enough. "Of course...there must be more...Life." Even as she declared this, Luonnetar could feel the desire for life welling up within her. Not just that but to bring it forth into this world. A desire that gradually became reality as she resumed wandering again, her belly expanding over the course of a time unit known only to her and her kind.
Eventually, however her strength to keep walking failed her as she felt water course down her legs, followed by intense pain coming from somewhere in her abdomen. Gritting her teeth in pain, Luonnetar forced herself up again, dragging herself until she reached a cave, where she leaned against a wall and began to prepare herself to give birth.
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The Alaw Natur had created many wondrous and beautiful locales but for an inexplicable reason, it was the vast watery girdle and its many extensions that had drawn Mairin's eye the most. Currently, it had nothing to offer beyond the strange soft clay and rocks but she hadn't tired of wandering--swimming--in it.
And yet, the potential for more lingered within her mind. But more what?
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 2, 2013 12:08:51 GMT -8
Minba had finally earned some relaxation.
She had been hard at work keeping the heavens in check. Probably the most challenging of her tasks was finding the right sort of air for the plants to breathe. It was strange, the plants never moved but they were alive, and only the right kind of air would keep them alive. Minba was supplying them with a specific mixture of carbon and oxygen, but when they were done breathing they always spat out only oxygen. With nothing to consume the excessive oxygen, Minba had been focusing all her energy, constantly changing the atmosphere to keep the plants alive.
If only there was something that could eat up all that oxygen, and regulate everything so she'd be less stressed...
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 2, 2013 12:48:31 GMT -8
Within the deep, Mairin was playing with the underwater clay. Rather, what she had decided to call "sand." It was of a very fine, powder-like quality, and clouds of it could easily be shaken up with swift, vigorous movements. A lot of effort was required for it to hold a given shape, which did not hold up at all once in the water. Very likely some kind of process would have to be implemented to correct that.
At the moment, she was content with etching on the sand, using it as her canvas to draw whatever arose in her mind. It would be an undertaking that would take a very long time, given her decision to consider the entirety of the ocean as her canvas. So far, there were no defined shapes, the sand-drawing mainly consistings of lines, swirls, angles, waves, curls and spirals.
Despite only containing these, it was still gorgeous to look upon and admire, its loveliness enough to induce awe and wonder even in the most indifferent of hearts.
And still, she continued drawing.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 2, 2013 14:19:37 GMT -8
And from her womb was sprung a small girl with golden red hair, pretty as many such things are. She stood up from her place on the ground, holding on to her mother's hand before realizing that her brother was not yet there with her. With the innocence and intelligence of only a baby god, the small girl lowered herself to her knees, helping her black-haired brother enter the world with her.
The twins were small for their kind, coming only to about waist height on the adult woman. Godlings, in fact, and rather frail. But even so, they took their mother's hands and left the cave, entering into the beautiful world around them.
The pudgy-faced girl with golden red hair rubbed her eyes now. She looked up to Luonnetar, and squeezed her hand to get her attention. She wanted to know what this place was.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 2, 2013 14:39:50 GMT -8
Nearby the trio another young god was exploring the landscape, though he had no parent to guide him, having slipped under his father's watchful eye and got lost.
He was now having sensory overload, smelling the dirt and plants of the landscape, hearing the rustling of leaves, and feeling the coolness of the grass, he even tried to taste one of the plants. He found that chlorophyll wasn't that delicious.
But for the most part he was enjoying his exploration, but he wondered if he was missing out on anything, not being able to see the beauty of it all the other gods kept on going on about.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 2, 2013 15:04:03 GMT -8
And from her womb was sprung a small girl with golden red hair, pretty as many such things are. She stood up from her place on the ground, holding on to her mother's hand before realizing that her brother was not yet there with her. With the innocence and intelligence of only a baby god, the small girl lowered herself to her knees, helping her black-haired brother enter the world with her. The twins were small for their kind, coming only to about waist height on the adult woman. Godlings, in fact, and rather frail. But even so, they took their mother's hands and left the cave, entering into the beautiful world around them. The pudgy-faced girl with golden red hair rubbed her eyes now. She looked up to Luonnetar, and squeezed her hand to get her attention. She wanted to know what this place was. |
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 2, 2013 15:10:55 GMT -8
Veija nodded, knowing that was her name as they strode around the area. The boy also looked up to his mother expectantly, hoping also for a good name.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 2, 2013 17:07:41 GMT -8
"Veija Amai and..." Luonnetar glanced down at the boy, studying him intently.
"...Lodenai."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 2, 2013 17:42:20 GMT -8
The boy looked at her for a moment, as if mulling it over in his head. After a moment, he looked away, grinning.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 2, 2013 18:46:09 GMT -8
Aequin was still wandering through the grass, listening to the goddess and her young godlings. They seemed much happier then he was when he had been begotten. At the very least their parent hadn't caused them to go blind, moments after birth. All that Aequin remembered was seeing his father's radiance, the bright aura of the god of light, and then the pain of having his eyes burn and just darkness.
He continued to approach the goddess and her godlings.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 2, 2013 21:49:39 GMT -8
It was then that she noticed the third godling. Briefly, Luonnetar tensed, recognizing him as an Emmeos. However she relaxed her stance a little, simply deciding to keep an eye on him. "Are you lost?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 2, 2013 22:10:24 GMT -8
Aequin was still too young to understand the differences between the Ennead and the Emmeos, so he didn't find anything off about Luonnetar.
"I'm not lost..." he said defensively, "I'm just exploring. My daddy is...somewhere... I' Aequin... I'm too young to be the god of anything, but I will be someday." he said confidently.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 2, 2013 22:25:44 GMT -8
Veija stared at Aequin for a moment. She watched how he didn't really seem to be looking at them, or anywhere really, and how his eyes were so bright. It was strange for her to see, even at this young age when she hadn't seen beyond her family's eyes. Even so, she wanted a friend. She walked over to the boy, waving at him, hoping to get a response. When there was none, she tossed her arms around the boy, giving him a hug. That was sure to do the trick.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 2, 2013 22:30:12 GMT -8
"Gah!" Aequin yelled, as he felt Veija hug him, " What are you doing? You can't just attack people like that! Who are you anyway!"
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 2, 2013 22:41:30 GMT -8
Aequin would hear Lodenai a few feet away, laughing his head off at his reaction.
"I wasn't attacking you..." Veija said finally, her voice a bit hurt.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 2, 2013 22:49:08 GMT -8
"Sorry... I'm super sensitive to people touching me..." Aequin mumbled. He then put his hands on her face and began feeling her, trying to figure out what she looked liked. After all she seemed to have no qualms about being touched.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 2, 2013 23:11:34 GMT -8
She didn't, though she did have to stifle a few giggles while having her face prodded by the boy.
"My name is Veija Amai. What's yours?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 3, 2013 5:11:43 GMT -8
Luonnetar watched the event unfold with interest. Perhaps things would transpire differently than she thought. Of course, that aside, the desire to create still lingered, though not in the same form that had inspired the birth of her twins. "Play nice, you three." There was a stern tone in her voice as she said this, then the goddess began to pace around, wondering how to take care of her 'creative itch' this time.
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Post by arcanius on Jul 5, 2013 14:55:18 GMT -8
Rhun stood in the void, simply watching all of them, he saw all things that happen. A single thought through his mind caught his interest - To all things that began came an end, once they flowed through time they simply stopped being, some were good, some bad but all things had endings. Not only the events, the living creatures also ended, tiny lights slowly fading away into death. New things came so the old things left to give them their place in time. The god reached into the abyss where he would not trouble the existing, and where the existing would not trouble him, and began forming his very first idea - the memory of everything, he watched it, he observed it and learned it all in order to remember for the time when it was gone, Rhun was giving shape to his great lirary......
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 5, 2013 16:48:32 GMT -8
Mairin stopped her drawing, taking a moment to contemplate the state of her canvas.
At some point, she'd lost track of when the various lines and curves had shapes added along with them. Many shapes, some structured, others not but all retaining a sense of self of their own. Briefly, she was puzzled that many of these shapes were foreign to her then let out a laugh that sounded distorted in the water.
Of course they were foreign. Neither of these things existed yet!
She resumed drawing again, a touch faster and more urgently this time.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 6, 2013 18:19:00 GMT -8
Meanwhile Minba played was making similar shapes like her sister with the clouds. She was shaping a small figure out of the clouds... and suddenly it came to life.
Its white coloring turned into green and yellow fluff, and it used its appendages to fly toward her. Its wings. It let out a shrill whistle through its beak as its tiny little talons perched to her finger. It preened its feathers and began chirping some more.
And as it chirped, Minba felt the air slightly change... osygen went in the creature, and carbon dioxide came out. She had just found the answer.
"Hey little guy... maybe I should make you a few friends, so you won't be lonely..." she said to the creature... a bird she decided to call it. The little bird hopped onto her shoulder, and watched as she began gathering clouds, ready to fill the heavens with these creatures.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 8, 2013 19:57:48 GMT -8
Lodenai walked over to the two, extremely curious and a bit jealous at the attention his sister was getting right now.
"Why are you touching her face?" He asked.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 9, 2013 7:41:35 GMT -8
Still keeping one eye (and ear) on the children, Luonnetar had sat down on a rock and had taken a huge load of the long blades of grass growing on the plain. Setting them beside her, she had begun by making knots along one blade, then adding another with its own set of knots. It went on like that for a bit until she began to add more blades and knotting them to the ones she had done before, eventually taking her work and stretching it taut to show a weave.
To the eyes of anyone but gods, the weaving seemed to be only an elaborate collection of knots forming into a weave. To the eyes of the Divine, however, it told so much more.
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It seemed to Mairin that some of the latest additions to her creation held the promise of movement, teasing her by slight ripples or shifts she could espy out of the corner of her eye.
It would not be long until she could finally unveil her work to the world.
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Post by arcanius on Jul 10, 2013 15:39:21 GMT -8
Rhun finished his work. He hadn't used any of the "existing things" as he called them to build it, the god had manifested it simply through the forces that somehow obeyed the will and mind of the divine, now how did that even work.... So much to be learned and remembered, so many creatures and events, even the ways all of it came together. The others didn't understand what all of them had created, perhaps they didn't even understand ther own part of the work at it's fullest. The god took the forces that apparently were his and started to make his own creations, his own living creations. The creatures were merely sense and thought bound together, but they were still creatures, and creatures that possesed one thing only the divine had until now, even if to a lesser degree - they had their own will, and even could command tiny bits of the forces to themselves. These beings, unlike the rest did not have shapes - they existed as raw energy with a mind of it's own. All of them stood, Rhun completely occupying their attention as if nothing else mattered, they asked only one thing - Purpose.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 17, 2013 6:49:53 GMT -8
The creative process had taken her a long time but at last, Mairin could look upon her drawing, an expansive canvas that took up the world. All that remained was to simply...
"Give it life." She whispers as she glances over to the crystallized orbs in her hand. They might have been some sort of clear fluid once. Suddenly, Mairin crushed the orbs to a fine powder, scattering the dust over her canvas of sand.
At first, nothing happened.
Then, the ground began to shift as some parts sank down further into the depths while others rose, stirring up great clouds of sand. And from these clouds sprang Life, in all its myriad forms. Forests of strange plants and the creatures that would be nourished by them--and in turn, nourish others-- all of these were drawn in the sand-mural.
Mairin watched all this with a great sense of satisfaction, smiling at her first of many Works. "Ah, but I'm no longer just 'Mairin' now am I...?"
Too small a name. Once, it might have suited her. But now...
"Mairin ap Llyr will have to do."
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Post by arcanius on Aug 17, 2013 12:52:06 GMT -8
^ Glory for the first to post, I almost lost hope for this rp
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 17, 2013 13:03:33 GMT -8
^ Glory for the first to post, I almost lost hope for this rp To be honest I have my doubts, too Arcanius. But I don't want to let it go just yet. |
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Post by arcanius on Sept 6, 2013 14:53:49 GMT -8
Oh to the ninth hell with this. I'll continue the story
Rhun reached to the spirits he just created, creatures with minds and wills of their own, creatures waiting to be given purpose. And one purpose he had in his mind - descend to the existing realm, observe what lives, and what doesn't live, observe what the gods do, and what happens by itself, oberve and then return here, collect knowledge to the great memorial of the universe - the library of Rhun.
"Let's just see what everyone is up to" he said to himself
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