Karkothi
Braun's affection was an unexpected thing, as he squeezed her massive claw in rough embrace. And then Anansi revealed that she, too, was not all pink skin and soft hair, but hard chitin and hidden fangs. Karkorthi discovered the unexpected delighted her, and thus did she decide to stay amongst these strange others, rather than withdraw back underneath her mountains.
Their group was joined by others. Many others. They came now as if drawn to the place. A woman naked and flirtatious, another clad in starlight and calling herself Goddess. And then the Fire. Karkothi's eyes could not narrow, nor did they give the impression that they would have if they could. She knew that one with the red hair. Her heat and writhing had woken Karkorthi first.
Where Nuri was prisoner, Karkorthi was home, and Nuri's firey ravages had shaken the Scorpion-Goddess to a wakefulness she had not welcomed. Even now, that fire burned deep at the core, and so long as it did, Karkorthi would not sleep. It was meant to be that way for the people that would come later, of course. All things fit just so. Without that Fire, the Earth would slumber in dead silence. Without the Earth, the Seas would run rampant over all and there would be nowhere to be safe and steady. Without the Seas, the Wind would be a dry and dead thing, bringing only heat and dust. And in full circle, without the Wind, the Fire would smother and die.
But understanding the necessity did not mean Karkorthi treasured this fiery Other, and she carefully filed the presence of Nuri next to that of Ulmo in her heart.
She watched Life spring into Ulmo's realm, and recalled the beasts of Ragon that walked above. Contemplatively, Karkorthi dragged one of her claws in a scoop of the glittering sand, feeling for the power that had been with her since birth. The tumbling grains grew into sandy miniatures of herself, waving their tails menacingly at each other as they burrowed away to safety. They skittered away from the gathered Gods not out of cowardice - for they each brandished the same armament she did - but simply out of a desire to remain unseen and safe.
Proving that she wasn't all terrible beast and menacing insect, she turned in curiosity as one of Ragon's predators chased furry prey in the grass nearby. With a tentative thought that curled her tail, that silky-furred creature disappeared in a flash of burrowing paws, granted safety within the loamy reaches of Her power. Already, however, she thought of ways the predator might continue its chase.
Karkorthi imagined the dark places beneath her mountains where even grander creations could find silence and safety... and it pleased her.
"It is as you say.." She remarked to Kaira thoughtfully, "If we can create, we can destroy... I have no desire to batter myself against you all." At least not without purpose. Though unspoken, it hung at the end of her peace offering much like the wicked tip of her tail hung above the pristine and beautiful jewels on her back. This would-be keeper of stone and earth was passive, not pacifist.
"But much as we must be together... surely we can be separate? I cannot touch the waves," She turned her attention to Ulmo in that calm acknowledgement of his element's opposition to her own, "And would think he can do no more than that with my mountains... Cooperation may be best fostered if we might still have our own places to do with as we please."
Her words made perfect sense to her, even if she had no idea from where her calm, logical observations came from. It was simply her nature to be observant.