Aeraic's Story

(Don't start yet Aite, and please do not be mad at me but it is bad for the story I set up if you start, no offense)

Aeraic finally awoke in the middle of space, inside the Realm of Mortals. He gained a new form and was now flying towards Earth. Earth was all empty now, as if nothing was there but forests, plains, oceans, volcanoes, and the sky. The four elements where represented here, but it was not enough. Aeraic was the first and eldest of all his siblings and was the first to touch the grass on Earth. But he got more then touching grass. He instead got slammed on to Earth by the impact of flying towards it. A large crater was now created in the forest he flew on to and he was in the center of it. It looked as if he where dead, but gods and goddesses do not die that easily, yet that is a story to be told LATER. Anyways, his body laid there. No blood, no pain, not even a little bump on his head. The two mortals, a male and female humanoid made of the grey sand jumped out of the forest to see Aeraic's body in the center of the crater. The two then start running towards Aeraic. Now, the two mortals stood near Aeraic's unconscious body, examining him with curiosity. Aeraic then opens his eyes and sees the sun for the first time. He then sits up and looks around at his surroundings. He is then a bit startled by the two mortals and asks them "Hello, where am I?". The two mortals then look at him and both start talking to him telepathically. The voice of Aeraic's father Creator was then heard in his head, like a recorded message. "Hello child. I am your father Creator. I made this world your very feet are on and give it to you. If you are the first one to hear this, I promote you to be the Chief Deity. You will be responsible for your other kin and will have the throne that has my statue behind it. Now, you may not know of the power you hold but you have the powers in which you may create. I made rules though, you are not allowed to mess with other's creations or else, consequences will be held by YOU and YOU only. Now good bye, and try to create since you are awakened" says the voice. Aeraic then looked at the mortals, shocked. "To create? this is too much for me, fore I am...". He then thought to himself. "Who am I?" thought Aeraic. Finally, he thought of a name. "Aeraic...." said he. He then held his hand at the dirt of the crater he was on as a large rock formed under his palm. He then sat on this palm and looked out in the sky, waiting for more of his kin.

Arama had finally awoken as she looked towards a planet, she was in the mortal realm, and soon started to fall into the planet, not making much of a struggle as she eyed the planet, she smiled, "needs... More..." she mumbled as she started to plummet faster, ears twitching as she fell and finally she hit the planet. But not the ground, she was in an ocean and realized she can't fully see, smell, or hear well and came up to the surface of the ocean, looking at the pillar of sprayed water that extended into the air shimmering in the sun. She smiled and soon came towards Earth, and felt the sand on the bottom of the cloth coverings on her feet. Arama looked around and soon was swiftly running through the trees that were blanketing the topsoil of the place, until she saw a grey figure and she looked at it blinking and with widened eyes, and soon it started to run and she chased it not knowing what it was. Finally she caught it and it looked intimidated by her presence and she smiled looking at the creature with a softened expression. Eyeing the features and poking the outer parts of the thing she analyzed it. And soon it fled again, this time, into a portion of trees where she could not see where it went. She continued walking around looking at the different creatures in the place in which seemed like her home, until, she saw another thing she hadn't seen before, it didn't look like the grey-blob she saw earlier and it was sitting on a rock, curious she ran up to it to analyze it as well.

Lessica's drew in an infant breath as her senses were flooded with a sudden awareness. There was beauty— such beauty all around her as she stared up at the low-wavelength light filtering in through the cluster of gaseous molecules in the sky. Things were, for a single moment of being, perfect, whole, unshattered. Each system worked in tandem with every other. Her pulse thudded in her ears to the slow beat of her own lungs drawing in each breath, yet it was as though she was floating in perfect silence. Space. Sound. It travels through the air; there is none here. The silence, in its own nothingness, was beautiful, too.

That perfect silence was broken with a sudden impact. Lessica's body was gracelessly smashed to the ground by gravity. Plants tore at her delicate skin, and blood trickled down the side of her face. She reached a hand up and wiped it away. The perfect unity of her skin— had that been the first to go? She couldn't know, now. Her mind sorted through the chaotic mess of information for any sense of where she was. She lay sprawled in what seemed to be a meadow without a name. Pushing herself to her feet, her eyes wandered, searching for anything to latch onto. But the first signals came to her ears rather than her eyes: Sounds. Sixty degrees to the right, 90% dampened. Male. She took a step forward, only to stagger and fall as the soft arch of her foot met a sharp rock. Pain coursed up her leg, where it sparked a short cry in some primordial part of her mind. She held back a shriek. Her mind was overflowing with awareness, now, much more than she could fathom. She was nearly in tears, but she stood up again and began to walk. What was this place? What were these systems called? Most importantly— what was she? Her own thoughts subsided and were soon lost to the overflowing information pushing at the edges of her skull. There were voices, thoughs, so many, many neurons firing and sending messages. She struggled to press on through them all, but suddenly, they subsided. She looked up. There was a seated man and a name in her mind: Aeraic.

Lessica slipped to her knees in the soft earth of the crater and simply sat there, tears clear in her eyes. Her moon-pale hair clung to her face where the blood had dried. She was slightly disheveled, but she managed to retain some air of impenetrable grace. Still, her vulnerablilty and confusion played clear behind her eyes. She sat still and stared at the man, knowing of nothing else to do.

[ooc] Yes, Lessica's very much out of character right now— after all, she's just been awakened. Just give her a few posts ;) And yes, she was hearing thoughts, not words. She had a bout of extreme hyperawareness, though it was mostly momentary as her mind adjusted to all the systems that were firing.

Aeraic then looked behind himself at the sound of foot steps. He then sees two women looking at him. He then stared back, surprised. Finally, he shook his head out of shock and took his hand out for a hand shake. He then smiles as he looks at his new sisters. "Hello siblings, I am Aeraic, your eldest brother apparently. What is your name?" says Aeraic in a calm and gentle voice. Behind his back he is playing with the rock using his other hand, carving out mini statues out of the rock and then detaching them from the seat as if they where clay. Creator's voice then enters his head again and tells him more information of what he is. He is a deity, god, immortal, you name it. The voice disappears as Aeraic shakes a small head ache off.

A voice, this one richer and heavier than the silvery things that had sounded in her head just seconds before, pierced the constant hum of information. Already, the siege on her consciousness had begun to subside. She glanced up at the two figures. One had introduced himself as her eldest brother, while the other had yet to speak. Something about her told her she was between the two temporally, but the distance was negligible; she could see it in the minute subtleties of Aeraic's words that even he wasn't sure of everything. Lessica pressed her hands into the earth and stood, composing herself and drawing the simple white dress she'd woken up in away from the places where it had bunched up and folded over itself on the ground. She didn't take the man's hand, only nodding her head. Her face was blank, and her eyes had hardened to an expressionless green. She feared that she might lose her façade if she took his hand to shake, so she lifted her head in acknoledgement and spoke. "I'm... Lessica." The name tumbled off her tongue. Her voice, like the name, was silvery and hovered between low and high. She looked toward the yet-unintroduced girl for continuation. A migraine was building, and she could feel it, but she pushed the sensation away.

Arama looked over the man silently, every here and there poking and prodding the man's features, it was amusing to say the least. Soon she looked at the man's ears, and compared them to her own, confused she continued to scan over the man. Soon he asked her name, and claimed that he's her older brother, which her ears shot up, and she was confused onto the fact that the two looked nothing alike, and she soon hard a god-like voice echoing through her head and she looked around, and she next saw the man's hand, she looked at it, and proceeded to bite into his hand. It wasn't very good and she released, she looked now at the other, she presumed that the other sitting there was another relative, and she nodded, comparing herself to the other. Soon she nodded, "I'm.... Arama..." she seemed to mumble with a rather shaky tone, since she's never really spoken before, and soon she sat down not exactly sure what to do next.

{Arama's acting like a child because she was just "born" by the way}

Alessia found a large crater in the middle of this huge forest, a forest she felt such a motherly bond to. In the crater there were 3 others, she tried to shout to them but nothing came from her lips, at first she kept trying but then she whistled, the whistle sounded like a hundred birds singing in unison. She looked back at the trees but there was nothing in them. "Did I make that sound?" She thought to herself, before trying again, the same sound emitted. She stopped and decided to meet the other gods in the middle of the crater. Upon reaching them, she hugged each one, feeling a strange sisterly bond to all of them.

Aeraic stared at Arama, shocked. He was a bit confused by the fact that she bit his hand and then released. He then shook his hand with saliva flinging in every direction. "Err right, well hello Arama, and Lessica." says Aeraic. "Well, I have a gift for you two to show of my trust" says Aeraic. He then holds out the hand behind his back, which is now holding mini statues of Arama and Lessica. He then hands Lessica the statue of her and then about to hand it to Arama, but after the biting of the hand incident, he just placed it on the ground near Arama and then pulled his hand back in a scared and fast motion. He then smiles at the two, even at Arama. She amused him, thought biting hands was both amusing and yet a bit painful. "Well, now that we have introduced our selves to each other, why not try our powers to create? as gods and goddesses?" says Aeraic. He then looks back at the rock and punches it. The rock then splits in three large pieces, which he gives to Arama and Lessica. The last piece was for himself to use. He then starts twirling his hand above his piece and it starts swirling in midair like a liquid. He then flings his hand at the ground as the liquid stone then splats on. The puddle then starts lifting and then morphing into different shapes. They where all odd and twisted or mushed up. But, one of the shapes where shaped like a four legged animal. No specific animal, just a plain template of sorts. He then takes this shape and uses his finger to add features to it, making it look more like an exact statue of a dog. A large boom is then heard in the distance as Aeraic looks towards that direction. "Well, I think another one of our kin has joined us" says Aeraic.

Arama looked at the statue and picked it up, she didn't know what the statue was for, she just looked at it, until a rock was placed by her. She looked and examined the rock with a 'what-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-do-with-this?' kind of look, she sniffed it and was yet still confused by the rock as she eyed it. And eventually she walked away with the rock in her hands and she threw it into a nearby water source and soon went in after it. While underwater she used the tides to help her form it into something rather odd. She soon came back with the refined rock and placed the rock in Aeraic's hand, showing an almost exact layout of the planet they were on, she smiled and spoke, "I... Made... A planet..." she said softly and smiling at her work, she looked though, at her body glazed with water from where she was, and smiled as she shimmered in the light from it. She then looked back at the statue of her and analyzed it to see her exact appearance.

Aeraic then looks at the copy of the planet's layout in his hands. He then smiles at it and looks back at Arama. He then pats her on the head like a kitten. "Very nice my sister, is this the planet WE are on?" asks Aeraic. He then looks back at his statue of an almost-dog and picks it up with his other hand. He then throws this statue in the air as it hovers above his other hand. He then starts swirling his other hand around this one statue as it starts growing green and scaly flesh. It starts growing real features of an animal like eyes, mouth, teeth, and...gills? This was turning out to be a reptilian creature of sorts. It is then finished with a yellow and leathery under belly, scaly green skin, black eyes, yellow fins on it's head and back, and a face almost like an iguana's. It looked nothing like a dog. It then falls to the ground at then lays there unconscious. Then, it's black eyes open and it stands up, yawing. Aeraic then looks at it, shocked. Then looking back at Arama, showing his appreciation for the replica of Earth.

Stone was a hard, slippery substance, but it molded easily enough under Lessica's chisel. Her hands were slightly shaky, and she slipped a few times. Turning slightly pink with a blush that showed up effortlessly on her pale features, she turned away. Here she was, carving away at this perfect replica of herself her brother had given her, and she could hardly hold her chisel properly. Still, she picked away, tapering down the waist until the upper half of her own body was fused to the bottom by only a slender strip of stone. Lessica proceeded to break off a shard of the diamond and start at the waist again until it detached altogether. She held in her hands the two pieces of her body, a slight, satisfied smile marking her features. The separation was clean and slightly rounded, though the bottom half curved up like a hill while the bottom of the upper half curved convexly in relief. Lessica set the lower half aside and began to chip away at her arms in the same manner, carving out a rounded socket in the shoulder into which a ball-shaped joint might fit.

Within the span of minutes, Lessica had chopped apart the entire upper part of the torso, leaving only a pile of carefully disjointed body parts. The limbs were slightly shortened and far from perfectly carved— they irritated Lessica a bit in their rude imperfection, but it would smooth straight with time. She had more important work, at the moment: stripping the grass of its outer husk and sliding it through the hollowed-out body. Her hands were quick and nimble, now, having learned quickly the most efficient way to fire nerves for fine movement. The grass poked out a joint, and she pulled it through to thread it through an upper arm, a lower arm, and a dainty, slender-fingered hand. She knotted it where the palm was cupped to hold the contraption in place, and then she pulled. A grin lit up her face, wide and innocent. It moved. She rushed to thread the other arm together. She was fascinated, delighted by the way each part worked in conjunction with the others. It could do things now. It worked. It had a function. Euphoric, she stood, eager to show off her half-finished creation. The nearest one, the girl— she had bitten Aeraic's hand; Lessica's mind juxtaposed the risk with that of just showing it to Aeraic himself. She turned away and started off towards him, playing with the different movements of the arms as she walked.

She was in too much of a hurry, however, and her foot came down on a sharp rock again. Once more, she hit the ground, tearing her arm on a tree. The puppet clattered to the ground, reduced to nothing more than a chalky dust. She supposed that was why it had been so easy to carve— it was a soft substance that crumbled under a fair amount of pressure. Dejected, she sat with her knees pulled to her chest and watched the blood bubble up from beneath her skin. She, the second, was useless: unable to create anything of worth and frail. What good were systems and rules when there was no one to follow them? The world was too disorganized a place. She had really begun to hate it.

Arama looked at another grey-blob-thing not hearing her older brother. She looked at it and nodded, "It... Needs... A soul..." she mumbled as she stood up and looked over one, to sure how or what to do with it, she knew she could do something. She didn't know how, until she looked at her skin, 'Okay...' she thought as she picked up a good amount of sand, carrying it back to where she was, she then took some grass, leaves and sticks to help out, next she looked at Aeraic and nodded, "I need some earthy substance, like the blobs" she said in still a shallow voice, she knew what she'll make and knew what she'd call it after she formed it with a blob. Yet she needed help and nodded again, "I'm going to need help with this" she said quietly as she thought of what she was to create, An Elf.

Lessica watched Arama from a distance. She was soft-spoken and hard to hear, Lessica she listened closely. Standing up, she balled her hands into fists and drifted toward Aeraic and Arama. Perhaps the creature needed this "soul," but why not give it a mind, instead? She liked the thought of giving this creature a desire to know, a desire to seek the truth. But perhaps this list for knowledge would conflict with his supernatural side– so perhaps not. For a moment, conflict played behind Lessica's eyes. She hesitated, then spoke, "May I endow him with a mind?" Her words were hesitant but firm, not shaky as they had minutes after she'd been born. She clasped her hands in front of her in polite acknowledgement of the other two.

[ooc] While putting the mind in (if that's okay) could Lessica mess up the ears and make it an elf? =P

Of the sparks from our Father's toil, mine was pierced into the crags of the Earth. The first was I to hear the world move. The first was I to awaken and behold creation. The first was I to open eyes and see the beauty of the cycle. The first was I to be born a God. I am The Primordial.

From within my cradle of stone and mud, I clawed towards the light. The rocks cut deep in my skin, and my blood seeped into the Earth around me. Upon my rise to the surface, I breathed out into the air. My breath lingered into the blood-soaked ground, and first was born wildlife. Of my breath, was made Prey, and of my blood, was made Predator. In those moments, as one fled from the other, I saw the Primal Order, the balance of life. And in me burned the urge to give birth.

My next breath was made solid, of stone yet not. A round disc, but within held the meaning I had come to know true. The Great Circle. Thrice has the sun risen and fallen since then, and many drops of my blood have taken root since then. Some garnered teeth while others formed claws. I saw them turn upon each other, and so the Primal Order was defined greater. The weak are the prey of the strong, and the Order I now craft grows well.

But then the stars fell from the skies, each creating for itself a body of immortal flesh. I have seen them crash, and now I must see how they shall change the Order. These newborn Gods...... My siblings.....

The sounds roared in the distance, like that of booming thunder. The stars continued to fall from their place in the sky, and Ragon had to see what could cause such a stir in the Great Circle. With each one that crashes to Earth, the Circle would skip. The sight, the sound, the smell, every aspect of sense etched new information into his mind. Such was the way of a predator. But his prey was not of his making. The rapid succession of paws upon the ground, the inhaling of six lungs, the jet black fur of these canine creatures. Ragon was proud of these beasts, for they had proven far stronger than his other children.

The pack of dire wolf-like creations neared the edge of the woods, taking in deep wiffs of the air. They were near, in the clearing not far off. Ragon had found his prey. Each massive wolf took it's place in a circle, all facing each other, and then let loose a thunderous howl. The raw, seemingly unnatural intensity in their howl sliced through the air like sharpened bone. Out from their throats lingered a dark smoke, glowing with a vibrant red energy, the essence of savage rage. The creeping smoke swirled and gathered within the circle of wolves, slowly taking shape and form. A terrifying beast, made of ethereal flesh, roared out to the skies, and from it's chest formed a second head, which swallowed it's predecessor, and from it's chest was formed a third head.

This cycle continued for several moments, with each form consuming the last before finally taking solid shape. Hard scales, sharp teeth, hooked talons, lashing tail, and cold eyes. This form was new. Ragon was pleased with it. With a hiss, he gave his approval. Perhaps this form would be the father of Ragon's next species of children. Of course, with all his forms he still bore his armor, his sign as a God. He turned his head and nodded at the wolves, as they scattered off into the dense and untamed wilds. Ragon's attention turned back to that of the strange beings from the sky, as he charged through the clearing up to the crater.

He neared the edge of the massive hole, breathing in the scent of the newcomers. The smell is strange. Fire, burning rock, but more..... They smell of.... me, but not me. What are they? Siblings? His curiosity burning to no ends, he paused a moment. Standing up on two legs, he cupped his clawed hands and breathed deep into them. The breath tookshape as a disk-like stone, hovering in the space within his hands. His claws gently scrapped the edges, allowing it to slowly spin. The Great Circle. But just as it spun, it skipped and slowed. These things had no place in it's cycle..... And then came the smell of blood, and Ragon could hold himself no longer. He swallowed the stone, and pressed on into the crater.

At last he saw them, these beasts which stood straight up. They had no predatory features and donned themselves in strange clothes. And so he addressed them, in a voice more guttural than any other being could manage, like the rumbling of stone scrapping mixed with the growl of a lion. Clearly rough from lack of use.

"Whaaaaat iiiisssssss thiisssssss?"

Lessica's breath caught in her throat on hearing the voice. What was this? This experience— it fit no pattern she could conjure to mind. Heart racing, she let her arms fall to her side as she turned. Her breaths were measured and calm; her face was collected and placid. But could this— this creature— hear the blood that pulsed through her veins? His voice was raw, powerful, predatory. It seemed to shake her own skin, far paler and more similar to the petals blossoming in the meadows than the thing before her. Still, there was something about him yet that struck her as familiar. His eyes? His skin? But it was not something physical. Somewhere, there was a bond, a shared sameness between them. There was a pattern, after all.

A moment's silence engulfed her mind before she registered that the growling things that had bounded through her consciousness like heavy footsteps on yet-untouched grass had been words. He had spoken to them. Lessica's eyes wandered over his form, finding nothing to latch onto. How would she address him? With respect? Authority? She had the power to create, a fearsome power, indeed. With power, however, came limits, and she didn't care to test those just yet when faced with a situation where all that could go so horribly wrong. She simply mustered up the air in her lungs and spoke, her voice a wisp of pale moonlight against the creature's vast blackness.

"I am Lessica," She started, giving a slight nod of her head in acknowledgement. She swiped a strand of hair from her face, hiding the streak of blood near her ear. "And I believe I am your sister. And who might you be? What purpose do you serve? Her eyes had set on him, this time cold and analytical. She was sizing him up, categorizing him. Where did he fit? Surely, like her other siblings, he was kind, and perhaps soft-spoken like Arama. Still, there were many things she didn't yet know; she was t yet one to judge completely. Her composure, however, covered up that slight trace of self-doubt. She had become the statue of herself Aeraic had made for her, it seemed.

Katana whined softly forcing her eyes open. She was lying in a meadow of blooming flowers, none of which she knew the name of reds bleed with violets which lay with pinks. It was very beautiful katana mused but far too quite. Struggling to her feet Katana walked through the meadow running the flowers though her hand. Brushing one plant caused a whirlwind of activity. Butterflies left their perches fluttering around her.

Katana laughed the sound breaking the silence filling the air with warmth. Still laughing Katana began to chase the butterflies following them over the rocky, quite earth until she came across some other figures.

Katana stopped running, scared of these people but the butterflies fluttered around her urging her on. She approached the figures carefully on edge the laughter dying on her lips but the smile remained

“Erm hello I’m sorry to bother you but could you tell me who you are and what is going on? I’m quite confused”

"And I believe I am your sister. And who might you be? What purpose do you serve?" spoke the pale one. Her tone was strange, as if she uncertain Ragon could understand her. Still, never before has one spoke to him, much less ask a question. The primitive reptile paused a moment, puzzling his answer. Well, not so much the answer, as how to speak it. Of what need did he have to speak? Whom was there before to speak with? Still, his stance straightened up as his response croaked out of his throat.
"Puuurrpossse? IIII ammm Raagonnn..... I sserrrvvvve theeee Orrrderrrr.... "
His answer wasn't meant to be quite so cryptic, but he could scarcely summon up clearer words.

His head was twisting from side to side a bit, trying to understand these being before him. Not so much what they were as why they were. The one who spoke was frail, her limbs looked delicate and her skin stood in harsh contrast to nearly everything else in nature. She looked nothing like Ragon, infact none of them did. They all were much more similar to each other.... except one. This one was.... odd. A formless mass of dark shadows, a strange little mask seemingly danced in the center. The colors which radiated from it dazzled and dizzied Ragon, causing him to lose focus for a second. Why would such a thing need that? What possible purpose could changing your color serve? It would be much better to remain the color of your surroundings, for that held purpose. .......But what if your surroundings changed? That thought was..... interesting.

His head snapped at the direction of a sudden sound, unlike any he had heard before. The wind carried a smell with it. Another..... "sister", apparently. But still, why that sound? It was..... loud, braying, but more. The source was yet another small, frail girl, but Ragon cared not for her appearance. That noise was all he could think of, what others would call laughter. He simply stared at the young Goddess, the most bewildered look etched upon his features.

"Thaaat sssounnnd....... Maaaake it agaaaiiinnnnn?"

Katana’s question faded of her lips startled by how these figures looked up close. All were tall imposing and powerful. Katana felt quite out of her depth surrounded by these beings. The six of them stood around in a loose circle. Clearly they had been discussing something. How strange they all looked.

Katana was startled out of her thoughts wen one of the figures turned to face her saying something in a hiss Katana could not understand. Katana’s first thought was fear this creature could easily tear her apart in seconds. Then she noticed his face. It was in a very strange way adorable. His confused expression looked so out of place on his strong, regal face that Katana laughed again a rich melodic sound which filled the air.

Chuckling she composed herself no longer scared of the being before her “Hello sir my name is Katana and I must say you have the most impressive teeth I have ever seen. How do you clean them all?”

Aeraic looked at Ragon with surprise. He quickly grabbed his iguana-fish thing and held it in his other hand like a suit case. The fish thing then yawned and fell right back asleep. Aeraic then looks at Ragon and back at his fish thing. "Hello sir, I believe I am your brother. I am the chief deity, informed by our father Creator." explains Aeraic. He was about to say how they both look alike, but Katana then jumped into the conversation and started...laughing? "Why is she laughing?" thought Aeraic. "Hello sir my name is Katana and I must say you have the most impressive teeth I have ever seen. How do you clean them all" says Katana. Aeraic then starts making little chuckles at this joke and covering his mouth to not anger Ragon. "Well, Ragon, my name is Aeraic and may I ask, what is this "The Order" you speak of?" says Aeraic.

Lessica listened intently to the exchange. They were all making funny noises, these people— movements of the vocal chords that sounded a bit like speaking but with more air and less control. She glanced at Aeraic and then Katana, unsmiling, her eyebrows quirked in mild confusion. The girl had said something about the creature named Ragon, and her brother had made that sound. Was it affirmation? She, too, would like to affirm the strange creature's, her other brother's, existence, but how did one make that strange sound? She clicked her vocal chords together soundlessly in her throat. She would collapse her diaphragm, like this, and blow out some air. She laughed once, then twice, quite humourlessly. Perhaps it would have been a pleasant sound if she had put some emotion into it, but Lessica stopped abruptly and never make such a fool of herself again. This— laughter sounded stupid. She played with her pick behind her back, twirling it between her fingers with a growing nimbleness.

Arama sighed as she started forming a manikin that resembled Aeraic in skin colour, and in body style, "Can... I get help please...?" she asked Lessica since she can't do three things at once. After making the torso and the four limbs she looked at where she could mount the head, looking back at Aeraic she made a neck, and started making the head and it's features. Starting with the chin, which she made a little narrow with the sticks, then she had reached the mouth, easy enough, she put a few rocks in like her teeth, just no sharp ones. Now she started the eyes and nose, he nose was easy to place but the eyes to her were a pain, finally she entered the ocean again, and looked for something rounded. And did with two pearly white rocks and came out with them, now was the time for the placement of the eyes. She didn't know where at the time.

{Lessica, can you mess the ears up please?}

And then again the girl made her strange braying noise, making Ragon take a step back with a start. For all he could fathom, he could not understand why she did this? Then the frail thing spoke in a very gleeful tone, asking even stranger questions about his teeth, though Ragon simply ignored the question. Instead he turned again to the pale skinned one, as she too began that baffling sound. Her "laughter" though, it was.... very different. It carried with it a hollowness and blandness that was completely absent in the laugh of the other girl. Ragon, in an attempt to understand this better, made his attempt to mimic the girl. The result was less than satisfying, as he let out a series of three grunts and croaks that was displeasing even to his ears. But he simply couldn't let it rest there, all creatures of his making made sounds for a reason, they held a purpose, but what was the purpose for "Katana"? For laughter? That thought would burn away at him for quite a while.

The tallest one, who proclaimed himself both Ragon's brother and "chief deity", asked about that most sacred to the huge lizard. The Primal Order. How could he explain that which he could barely say? Perhaps.... perhaps he could show them, and Aeriac, possibly all of them, would see the beauty that Ragon held when he first saw it. He watched as the others made their little.... thingy, questioning why it was made of clay and rocks. It's limbs were too slender to help it survive, it's teeth were round and dull, and it had no weapons or defenses of any sort. A silly little thing, not even a part of them. All that which Ragon made was of his breath and blood, they were his children. He looked at this "Chief Deity", straightening his back till he was about a foot higher than Aeriac.


"Theee Orrderrr...." Ragon growled, as he bit into his own hand. The dark crimson blood began to seep from his wound, radiating with raw and untamed intensity. With his other claw he dug a small hole for the blood to pool, and as it did, it began to take a form. First of bone, then of flash, till finally the last droplets of blood seeped into this new beasts fur. It's lithe and slender body arced and stretched, it's feral feline muzzle roared out at it's Father. The teeth, perhaps, were too large for it, and the addition of horns was also questionable, but this creature was beautiful in Ragon's eyes. As all his creations were.

Finally he gazed away to an empty plot of soil, lumbering over to cup of handful of the loose dirt. He held the soil up to his face and exhaled deep into it. The dirt was dropped to the ground as it too began taking shape. Hoofed feet began kicking and flailing, a small light brown head bleating wildly, till finally the creatures stood straight. It's form was very delicate and graceful, with large ears and small antlers upon it's head and light brown and black colorations on it's fur. within moments of seeing each other, the chase was on. The herbivore bounded away with a gazelle-like grace, while the monstrous cat charged forward to claim it's kill. Though with so little place to go, the hunter inevitably was victorious.

"Prredatorrr..... Preeeyyyy...... The Balannnccce.... The Grrreeaat Cccircle Tuuurrrrnnssss....." And with a loud roar, both creatures were returned to dust. Ragon turned back to the others, nursing his hand and eager to know if they too saw the perfection of this cycle.

Aeraic looked at the explanation given by Ragon. He looked at the dust in which the creatures once stood and thought. "What dose it mean?" think Aeraic. His eyes then light up as he finally gets it. "A cycle, I get it now". He then looks back at Ragon, with a bit of a scared expression, that was hard to notice. "You, you have been here longer, haven't you?" says Aeraic to Ragon. "But how? if you are the eldest, how did you not get the message by our father?". He then looks back at the creation made by Arama and Lessica. "That looks nice my sisters, does it have a soul yet? If not, may I be of assistance?" asks Aeraic. He then looks back at Ragon with a serious face. But, the iguana thing broke out of Aeraic's hands with out him noticing. It then starts to scurry around the ground it stood on. Then, it looks at Arama and climbs on it's back, then scurrying around it's body like a little ferret, a reptilian fish ferret. It then stops scurrying and instead jumps on the 'mannequin' made by Arama and Lessica. Sitting on the 'mannequin's' head and laying down, falling asleep once again.

Lessica's attention was as fluid as the blood flowing through her veins, and she stared with intense wonder at the vicious creature as it attacked the dainty thing that ran. It was fragile and slender— adjectives she immediately associated with her own fingers and hands, the very things that had allowed her to endow the grey creature with logic and evenness. But there was something she wasn't satisfied with. This Ragon described a balance; but what balance was there to see? There was no beauty in such a simple variable. The predator always eats the prey, she mused to herself, frowning. But why? It was too simple. Too straightforward. It was... "Boring." Lessica paused, gathering her thoughts. "Where is the fun in watching events flow through an inevitable system?" With a pointed, gracelessly sharp movement, she'd drawn her pick. "Why is it that the predator always wins when it, too, will inevitably succumb to its own mortality? It's a pointless cycle."

Ignoring, or perhaps not noticing, her other brother's words, Lessica crouched and dug the diamond pick into the ground, bringing into her hand a handful of soft earth. She rolled it into a ball with the palm of her hand, then began to break it apart into smaller pieces. Within the span of a minute, she was left with a handful of black, dainty-winged, oily creatures and dark streaks up and down her fingers. She threw them into the air, then tossed the remaining dust behind her in a cloud. From its center emerged a slick, black creation with four legs and a bullet-like muzzle built to break through the wind. "What good is a ruthless hunter when it is always bound," She flicked her hand. The slick thing took off, bounding after the butterfly-like bugs like a streak of black lightning. The graceful butterflies were hardly quick enough to evade the bullet-hunter, but they took sharp dives and swirled around its paws so that they never came down fatally on their fragile wings. "To always fulfill the cycle?

The bullet-creature was dogged in its determination to catch the prey, to fulfill the vicious cycle of hunter and hunted. It caught one, and then another, clamping down in the swarm three at a time. The swarm, however, was a vast and impenetrable cloud of darkness rushing ever towards the water. The predator could only follow, locked in its own madness. It bounded I to the water, where it swam and bobbed and hunted down the last of thinning cloud of black insects. Twenty, ten, three; it made no difference to the hunter how many prey were left. Its hunger to hunt would never be sated, and its gnashing teeth would never give way until each of the creatures had perished at its paws. The last three hovered just in front of the creature over the shallow water. The creature pounced and roared, a powerful, rage-filled cry over the pounding water ripping over the river rocks.

The insects drifted upwards, avoiding the hunter ever so slightly. The bullet creature landed with a splash in the water, but it suddenly lost its footing in the current rushing around a large rock just meters away. Its teeth tore at the air as it struggled for breath, for life, as the bugs, victorious, only fluttered in utter nonchalance next to the drowning predator.

Lessica closed her fist, and the oily creations turned to the mud they'd sprung up from. "Perhaps the hunter will kill its prey and fulfill its 'cycle,' but what good is winning that battle when it, too, dies all the same?"