Sargon
The shorter women, Niueis, extended her hand to him then, which he took as an act of kindness and greeting. He accepted her hand, and shook it gently, pulling back to regard the man.
"I apologize. You took me by surprise," Ulmo stated, and he could feel the waves relax.
He nodded a greeting "I am..." he did not know his name, until it hit him like a blast of thunder Sargon.
A shadow not his own blotted out the sun, causing Sargon to look up at the hulking figure that plunged to the earth between himself and the other beings. He stepped back, placing his hand on the hilt of his blade. The being plummeted to the earth, and crashed against its surface. He was easily twice his size, and his muscles caused intimidation simply from appearance. At first he sensed hostility from the man, but was soon greeted with warmth and kinship.
"Brothers and sisters, today is a most joyous day! I come fourth thinking to defend my kin yet instead of a battle I find a brother."
Braun let loose a hearty laugh as he stepped forward and put a warm hand on the armored god's shoulder.
"Well met brother, well met! You have the look of a hunter to you, I'd be honored to join you should you ever want to add to your fine pack here."
One of the wolves at his side snarled at Braun but Braun only smiled cheerfully at it. "There, there pup. We're all one pack here eh?"
Sargon turned his head to his wolves, and with a low whistle and nod of his head, they turned. Running back to the forest they came, their mortal forms slowly peeling away and returning to the ethereal form he had birthed them from. There was no hostility here, and their presence was not needed.
"Good morrow my friends," came another voice, this one was rich and sweet, and eased Sargons' soul. He turned to see the women from before. Her strength and beauty catching at his breath. Before he could speak another being approached, causing the earth to shake.
He looked to see a monster, born from the stone itself. "My name is Karkorthi. And I am like you, as you are like me."
It was much to take in at this point, so much had happened in so little time. Yet above all else, Sargon knew he was no longer alone, there were others like him; Ulmo of the Sea, Nieuis of Life, Braun of Strength, Karkorthi of Earth, Anansi of Fate, and finally Kaira of Loyalty.
His brothers and sisters, his kin...
The other immortals began talking among one another, telling tales and describing their gifts, planning their future. Sargon was concerned however with the female that still stood before him, Kaira...
"I am Sargon" he said stepping towards her. She still radiated a beauty and commanding presence he had not seen from the others. She looked at him with kind and caring eyes, with which he met with his own. He came in close to her, no more than a hairs breath away.
He knew not what compelled him to do so, but he reached a hand towards her face slowly. The obsidian slowly falling away in shadowy tatters. Gently his fingers touched her cheek, and a sensation unlike any other racked his soul. Somewhere deep down he knew this women would never harm him, and that he could never do her harm. That she would be his closest kin, his strongest friend, and the one being that would hold all his affection.
And the strangest of things occurred, Sargon smiled....