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Maujis

God of Art and Rage

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a character in “Creating a World: The Beginning”, as played by 0neTailedf0x

Description

Name: Maujis
Title: Art
Deity Appearance: An amorphous being that appears to hold a mask of sorts over what would be its face. Its outline holds a darkness darker than shadows themselves. His mask appears to hold a rainbow of colors that constantly change. Inside his outline appear streaks of random color. His shape can change depending on what he wishes it to be. He has two horns on what would be his head that are constantly solid. These horns are a weakpoint on his body. He can make his body blend in with a background, but this is useless when hiding from gods. He appears to have black tendrils occasionally potruding from his body. He can reform most of his body if given enough time, however, his horns are nearly impossible to reform. If you break his horns, it shall take him an extremely long time for him to heal them. Usually requiring a sacrifice, so making him unable to do anything is usually not that hard. Light is one of the things that can make him take a solid form; therefor making him easy to attack and or subdue.
Mortal Appearance: He takes up a form resembling a humanoid shape with grey skin. He has white paint on his face, drawing out a design. He has a black shirt with purple stripes outlining what would be a shortened version of his ribcage. His hair is long, but not excessive. His pupils are black and the area around his pupils is yellow. He is tall in this form. His blood is purple, if you ever manage to even draw blood from him. His horns are a bit larger and they are mostly orange. His civilization is a hierarchy ranked by blood color, which is why he chooses purple for this form's blood color.
Personality: He is a curious, easy to anger, intelligent, cocky, and manipulative being. He would love to rip apart a mortal to study the way its blood flows. And he would equally love to paint said mortal. He has no alignment, since he knows anything can be justified with the correct wording. He shall do anything to ensure his survival. He doesn't like being a leader, but he will take that role if needed. He is capable of using many forms of art due to what he governs. He appears rather sociable and benevolent but he could kill you without thinking once about it. He will side with whatever side interests him the most or ensures his survival. He may turn out to be evil or good, but that decision is left up to time. He believes that he is higher than every other thing and that they should listen to him, but he will not show this desire. His strength is tied with his anger, so keeping him calm would be a good tactic.
Gender: Male
Throne Appearance: His throne is white when he is not sitting on it. It appears to be made for royalness and it appears to be out of glass. It reflects the color of Maujis's mood when he sits on it. It is red when he is angered. Blue when he is calm. An unidentifiable color when he is hiding his emotion. And other colors representing other emotions.
Equipment: A brush that is capable of transforming into any instrument used to make art.
Symbol: The astrological capricorn sign.
Phrase: "What color, is your blood?"
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So begins...

Maujis's Story

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(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)

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A god, Maujis, had just awoken. His subconsciousness had been awake for a long time, but he himself had not awakened. This god could very well be a good or evil god, depending on what he decided to do. He seemed to be made out of a strange material, neither smoke nor liquid, yet it still had some of the properties of both. He didn't have control of his godly powers yet, so he was still floating between a solid form and a gaseous form. He was propelled downwards by the force not even a god could change, gravity. Such strange colors were seen, by him, a being with no eyes. The speed at which he was going didn't blind his view, instead, it simply allowed him to see more of the world as he crashed down. He didn't fear falling, for he had little physical form, exempting his horns of course. Eyes had suddenly appeared where they were supposed to be, but they looked black and as if they were filled with stars. He spread what would be considered his body into a parachute-like shape, then fell gracefully to the ground. This action was out of pure instinct. He returned to the shapeless being he was born, then prodded the land with tendrils. The planet seemed boring and with little life. Perhaps he could could. He appeared to inject some sort of color into a nearby rock. The rock now had a simple little design on it, Uroborus, the immortal snake representing renewal in alchemy. He studied his creation and decided it would suffice his need for beauty temporarily.

He then appeared to glide over the planet, his body never touching the ground. He had been heading in the direction he heard the echo of a loud noise. He could be seen as terrifying by those who simply judged from appearance, but he was nothing more than the whimsical nature of art personalized. He had ignored the voice he heard earlier, preferring to pay attention to the more interesting force pulling him to the ground. He got closer and closer to the location of the earlier noise. He was met with something unexpected. How could a being like that cause such a noise? Was it another... whatever he was? He regretted not listening to the earlier voice he had heard. He wasn't even slightly shy, for this was interesting. He approached from behind, morhping into his mortal form to ease communication. The process of his morphing could be considered an art, but it was a normality for him. "Hello?" His voice had no set tone, being loud one second and quiet the next. He wasn't used to living, so this would be considered normal. He appeared slightly bored, but his voice said otherwise, "My name is Maujis, yours is?" He asked once he was at an arms lenght from the goddess.

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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?"

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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”

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"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?"

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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?”

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Ragon watched these beings of his sister's creation fulfilling their role in his balance, but the harshness in her question made him realize she did not see the full cycle. Perhaps he should have shown more. It would help eternally more if he could speak plainly. Annoyed by this lack of communication, he growled and gurgled, trying to ease his vocal cords into a better alignment. He walked over to where the bullet-headed predator once lay dead, and stopped. "The prey.... is claimed by predator..." he croaked out, his words still as harsh as ever, but now they seamed to flow much easier. He cupped his hands around the mound of mud, and hissed out a yellowish vapor. The ephemeral essence soaked into the muck, and soon shoots of grass began to form. These weeds grew tall and fast, their rich green color changing to a light tan in a matter of seconds.

"The predatorrr is claimed by the Earthh....." He withdrew of the high grass and turned back to the dust that once were his spawn. With a deep breath, the same or perhaps merely similar deer-thing had formed under a thin layer of dirt, kicking away in confusion about it's new life. It wasn't long before it seamed to be stuck by an unnatural calm, and slowly walked it's way right past Ragon, completely ignorant of his appearance. He trotted right up to the tall grass, and after a bit of cautious surveying the area, began to graze. Ragon turned his gaze back to Lessica, a blank yet understanding expression on his face. "Annnd the Earth is claimed by the preyyy..... The balanccce of the Primal Orderrr....." He felt pleased with what transpired, but something Lessica said about the inevitability of it all did raise a thought. If the prey were so easy to catch, then perhaps they would all be gone before the cycle continued? Maybe his designs did need some work.

Aeraic spoke again, asking about Ragon's origins. He was obviously confused about something, and brought up something about a message from their "Father".... Ragon heard no such message, for he had not sought it. Too caught up in the wildlife of his own making. Still, grabbing a sharp stone, he tried to answer Aeraic as best he could. Despite being the first to awaken, Ragon was still unsure of exactly how he came into being, knowingly only that something massive, great, and sharp stabbed into the world, and in that hole in the Earth he awoke. Using the rock as an example, he stabbed it into the ground before crushing it in his hand. Bits and pieces of the rock flew around him as he plucked one and presented it to the Chief God. "This is you...." he growled, tossing the pebble into the air and letting it hit the dirt. He then dug into the hole made by the pointed rock with his claw, and after a bit of digging he held up the fractured tip. "This.... was me... Born in the Earth.... I amm Primordialll....."

He looked again at the swirling, living black shadow, or more specifically at it's mask. He was still curious about this thing, but then a tiny little reptile took off from Aeraic's hand. It's form and mannerism struck a deep impulse in Ragon's mind. Prey. The little abomination lay sleeping on the face of their.... clay doll thing, as the God of carnivores loomed over it. With an insidious hiss, he snapped at it, missing only by a barely measurable space as the little critter darted into the water. The thought of chasing after it crossed his primitive mind, fueled by a pounding instinct to hunt and kill, but then he thought again of the cycle. This creature had evaded it's hunter, if only momentarily. Perhaps evasion would add more balance to the Order, and allow the prey to sometimes defy the predator. This little fish would live..... for now.

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They did not see. None of them did. The pale skin, Lessica, she mocked the Primal Order, calling it simplistic. But wasn't that the wonder of it? The strongest things are often the most simple, and is there any greater hope for the ultimate goal of survival? Ragon hissed coldly through his teeth. They may be of the same Light, but he had no kin here. These "Gods" only sought the pursuit of such silly creatures who may one day rival them in power. As if Ragon needed a bigger insult thrown at him, the horn given by Aeraic would be the last straw. He required no such aid in his works. With anger in his heart, the horn began to crack and splinter under his tightening grip, till only shards remained.

Two Gods slid down the slope, one went off into the woods, and Ragon..... If he stayed in this form any longer, he may have tried to strike them down. No, his fury would be kept in check. It was time he followed the Circle's design. Seek what you will, my "sister", and let your petty beings destroy themselves with knowledge. In the end, the strongest will endure. In the end, the Great Circle will turn. And so they began departing. Lessica to make her thinking beasts, Aeraic to pursue the delights of... whatever makes Katana laugh, Katana herself continue to chase said delights, and the two who had not yet given their names would remain. Exhaling into his claws once more the Great Circle, his one talon traced the edge and nudged it forward, as the stone disk vanished inside him and his skin began to crack.

Ragon's body crumbled away into dust, leaving only bones, which too began to whither away. But he was not dead, far from it. The cycle was his making, and he assumed the form of whichever he chose. His consciousness seeped into the Earth itself, traveling through the dirt and clay to the lands of his birth. Here was his home, and if the Gods would spoil the lands beyond them, so be it. May any unwelcomed foot placed on his land be swiftly snatched away by a hungry predator. There, within the Earth, he let loose a terrible cry, pouring all his anger into it. The land around the great chasm swarmed with dark plant life, dark green canopies shrouded the area in shadow while barbed vines entangled the twisted branches. Even some of the plants themselves began to look predatory. And so the Forest of Rage was born, growing and expanding rapidly, and soon all manner of his previous creations would flock there. Ragon himself manifested as a blood-red vine crawling out from his old cradle of rock and dirt. Soon, his cycle would continue again.

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Maujis went away from the girl, deciding to not interact with her quite yet. He had approached from behind and only spoke, so he could easily disappear unseen. He went downwards, his body touching the ground. He then made himself appear like glass, so he could escape unseen. He made little noise while moving, so that wouldn't be a problem.

He managed to gravitate towards something that seemed.... tantalizing, rage. He levitated from the ground once he was far enough to not be seen by Kalila. He stopped temporarily, he was now going to do something.

Maujis decided to try something himself, a work of art. He made a tendril extend downwards and pull out lapis from the ground, then he pulled out other materials from other locations. He absorbed the materials into his being, then rearranged them away from the view of others. A strange avian figure was becoming apparent in his body, and his mask appeared to glow. A peacock looking creature was placed upon the ground. This creature's feathers were made of a metal-like material, making the feathers an efficient weapon. It's bones were light yet strong. It wasn't capable of flight, but it was fast and able to jump high. It had blue blood, showing the lapis in it's blood. This creature's feet were dexterous, to allow it to make art of its own. He didn't wish to take away the ability to create beauty from creatures, and the bird could figure out what to paint with as time went by and it evolved. It's feathers could produce ink depending on the color of the feather selected. He then extended a tendril to the center of the planet, and extracted a poisonous element, then he pulled the element into the center of his body. He added a gland in the creatures body capable of reproducing the poisonous properties of the material. The creature would not fight unless necessary, but it would not need to. If it was killed, then the killer would die alongside it. Maujis made the creature have tough claws on each of it's feet, allowing it to carve. The species would be androgynous, so there would be no males or females. Maujis quickly grabbed a stone and made a miniature replica of the creature, so he could recreate later if needed.

He named the creature Biyōkiken, the common name of the species Deamir, and the species speciosam periculum. He beckoned the creature to follow him, then returned to exploring, Biyokiken following behind him. The creature was interested in the new world, but it felt safest near its creator. It wondered why its master appeared different, but not for too long. It was falling behind, so it spread its wings and sped up, not being able to fly. It was simply too heavy to fly, but it could still speed itself up by flapping its wings. It was capable of physically absorbing color and getting sustenance. It could eat meat and plants, but it preferred color. Maujis knew that his creation was following him, so he didn't turn around. He ignored the loud noise he heard originating from the sky, deciding that inspecting the two beings he sensed was more important.

He, however, was distracted by the presence of two other creatures. He had just arrived in a forest, and he had sensed creatures approximately a mile away. He extended a tendril towards Biyokiken quickly and put Biyokiken inside of him, making sure to allow its head to poke out of his body. His body was solidified around Biyokiken's outline, so it wouldn't fall. He flew as fast as he could, covering the distance between him and the two creatures in no less than four seconds. He had been precise and careful when flying, making sure to not break anything. Biyokiken was startled by the sudden movement, but it didn't panic. Maujis gently lowered Biyokiken unto the ground, then faced the two creatures (Liev and Nikolai). His mask was facing the two, "Excuse me, but who or what are you?" His voice didn't appear to originate from anywhere yet you could still tell it was him communicating. His speech appeared to be projected mentally, and in the language of the listener. Perhaps the two beings wouldn't be able to hear him, but it mattered not.

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Liev's mind, in its infant awareness, had begun to take in its surroundings. No longer was he limited to a vague sense of self-awareness; now, he was proprietor of sense of his own, and in his wonder, innocent and yet-untouched, he had wanted to experience all the world had to offer. He reached out a pulse here, a fluctuating warble of electricity there, measuring resistance to form a series of shapes in his mind. All too often, an object would pass through him, slowing down whatever thought that particular part of him had given birth to. Few things, however, could slow down the electricity sparking through Liev’s form, and his mind was quick to recover its processes as he hovered through the forest with fascination at this world laid out before him. Certain things, he knew, could kill; it was something base, at the very core of his brain, that told him tale of an order that would not hesitate to fulfill its primal needs.

Of this, he was aware, but opinion soon took hold— in this cycle, this one he had never seen yet still feared, what place did he hold? Was he the killer, or was he the one doing the killing? Letting his mind wander around the scenery brought to life by the light his body absorbed, Liev searched for an answer. He had no desire to kill. Looking down at his hands, slender and formed of supple plant fiber, he wondered if he was even able to kill. Killing was the act of ending the life of another being, was it not? But what, then, was life?

Liev could feel the sparks of his own awareness ricocheting inside his gaseous form, but he didn’t know what, exactly, those sparks were. He knew, again, deep within himself, that they were these sparks that gave him his life and awareness— it was a simple principle of cause and effect. He had observed it in action, noting the slowness of his thoughts whenever a more resistant material passed through his body. His thoughts gave him life, but what about the trees and the flowers? If he passed a hand through them and realigned his molecules just right, he could redirect the plant’s internal energy and convert it into a usable electricity; however, in doing so, he found that the plant would shrivel up and no longer produce energy. Was this death? Yes, Liev decided, The plants are alive, too.

If they were alive, then they thought. In all Liev’s experiences, which were notably few, all living things— by which he meant himself, Lessica, and Nikolai, as he hadn’t really experienced many others— could think. If he and Nikolai, as living creatures, could communicate... then why not do so with the plants? But no matter how many electrical pulses he sent, the plants would not respond. They had a strange emptiness to them. Then, perhaps, they were filled with electricity, but not with thoughts?

Liev had already determined that the plants were alive, and he had no mind to take back the conjecture— after all, there was no way to disprove it, and he had seen some form of proof of its truth, so he might as well believe it. But they didn’t think. They weren’t... sentient. Unlike himself and Nikolai, the plants had no spark of energetic thoughts coursing through their bodies. But they were still alive. So perhaps this life was not determined by thought, but rather by its cause: electricity. Energy. The plants, and Lessica, and, of course, himself and Nikolai, all used it, in some form. When he sucked the energy away from the plants, they died, and they were no longer alive. He killed them.

Regret as icy as Lessica’s countenance filled Liev’s mind upon realizing that he was ending the plant’s existence. He was only what he was with the electricity racing around in his form, so sucking it from the plant was depriving it of this thing that he had. As he could find no reason for the plant being less deserving of life than he was, killing it was something he couldn’t do. He was crushing so many fascinating opportunities, stalling the possibility for curiosity. If he killed the thing, he couldn’t learn from it. It wasn’t as useful to him, either; while he may not get as much energy by not sucking away all the plant had, in letting it live, he would allow it to produce at least twice that he could have sucked initially. This thought he was pressed to share with Nikolai.

Communicating his thoughts with a series of pulses, he looked to Nikolai for some sort of response. Nikolai raised his diamond-tipped fingers in affirmation, then gestured that he was about to speak. This curiosity of yours, He mused, What logical purpose does it serve? But yes, leaving the plants alive is certainly practical. They will produce more energy that way. And for that, I thank you. He gave a polite gesture and silenced himself.

And with that, Liev resigned himself to the fact that he and Nikolai, no matter how similar in composure, were nothing alike in thought. He wondered what the other twilloh was thinking, but he could never know— Nikolai’s thought structures were malleable, unreadable, incompatible with his own thought-processing systems. Liev resigned himself to silence, as well, floating forward in the peace of his own thoughts until another signal so rudely interrupted him.

Liev couldn’t place the signal’s direction like he could with Nikolai’s, but his base mind told him it had come from behind him. Liev whirled around to examine this creature. It was shifting yet solid, its body somewhat similar to their own but with something contained inside of it. Liev’s electrical signals couldn’t penetrate the body— which was odd. Was this creature like Lessica, then? His signals couldn’t penetrate her form, either, as though it wasn’t truly a physical thing. And it had asked a question. In respect, Liev answered.

Communicating in electrical pulses, he replied physically to the smokelike being, fascinated, watching its every move. Nikolai had tensed, his senses putting him on high alert, but Liev had become more malleable, willing to accept whatever was to come next. Nikolai, on the other hand, was ready to pounce, to shred with the diamonds and his rocky appendages. It was Liev that spoke. ”What am I? That I do not know. I call myself Liev, and beside me is Nikolai. But we have yet no names for ourselves.” His answer was truthful, but he looked to Lessica, who stood beside him. The electrical impulses had not traveled through her system, so she had not heard, but she looked on with her own brand of icy curiosity. Her eyes asked him what had been said, but he didn’t dare say another word, lest he miss a movement from this fascinating new creature.

Suddenly, a look of realization dawned on Lessica’s face; Liev ventured that Nikolai must have told her what was said. He was dutiful to his master in a more direct way than he was, and for that, he could tell Lessica respected him. Still, he knew Lessica didn’t disrespect her first creation in all its curiosity, so he had no reason to worry. He had nothing to lose.

Lessica turned to the creature and spoke with her mouth, the sounds vibrating through his oxygen molecules. Her voice was slightly dampened by the two creatures in front of her, but her voice was clear enough. “These creatures are Nikolai and Liev. They go by the name Tywyllwch as a superclass to contain them, if that is what you are wondering. And who are you? I don’t believe we’ve met, Brother.”

[ OOC - Yeah, yeah, the ending's way too sudden... Because Aite is a lazy bum. That's why. Sorry I haven't responded for, like, ever. I have a desktop again, so everything's good ^o^ ]

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Character Portrait: Maujis Character Portrait: Lessica

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Maujis didn't feel the electrical signals trying to penetrate his body, but he wouldn't have cared if they had. Maujis wondered who had created the being in front of him, a slight curiosity in his mind. What color blood did the creature have? He stopped that thought as soon as he noticed another being, Nikolai, appear to tense. Maujis wondered if he frightened the being, but he doubted that idea. The tense creatures weapons would probably do nothing to Maujis, but the creation Maujis made wasn't as powerful.

The body of the god seemed to be constantly moving, taking up a shape as it pleased. "What am I? I do not know. I call myself Liev, and beside me is Nikolai. But we have yet no names for ourselves." Liev, communed. Maujis was a bit disappointed that the creatures appeared to not have a name for their species, but he guessed that the creator must have been in a hurry. He did not respond, for no question was asked.

The other creature, Lessica, appeared to be much different from Nikolai and Liev, yet Maujis sensed a likeness between him and the female creature. "These creatures are Nikolai and Liev. They go by the name Tywyllwch as a superclass to contain them, if that is what you are wondering. And who are you? I don't believe we've met, Brother." Maujis had some of his curiosity sated by knowing the superclass of the creatures. Perhaps he would begin a system for organizing creatures by traits and other things, but then again, it probably wouldn't be him who would make this system. This being was his sister, in a godly sense at least, yet the two seemed so different.

Biyōkiken, the bird-like creature, walked with grace and precision, every step carefully measured. "Liev, Nikolai," Maujis said this experimentally. "My name is Maujis," He said this towards lessica, stopped a bit, to tell the same to the being named Liev. He flew around Lessica, not knowing her name of course. He stopped in front of her, after going around her once. His mask appeared to be absorbed into his body, while his horns appeared to be consumed by the darkness of his body. Inside the concealed darkness, his mortal form was becoming present. His horns grew a bit, and his body became a pale shade, now solid. He now appeared as his mortal form. He experimentally moved his body, not used to this transformation. He had no idea what he just did, but he cared not. He bowed slightly, then began speaking. "It's a pleasure to meet you, " He stopped, waiting for her to finish his sentence and give him her name.

Biyōkiken approached the two creatures, Nikolai and Liev, curiosity overturning any hint of fear the creature had. It had no idea how to communicate, so all it could do was study the two creatures.

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Lessica's eyes wandered to the winged creature, rotund and small. She'd never quite seen anything like it before, and with a glimpse of its metallic shades— she'd never seen anything that shined like them— she had to take a second glance. Lessica sent a handful of electrical impulses down the length of her pick, instructing Liev the observe the creature even when she was sure he already was. Nikolau still hovered above them, tense, his stony hands ready to lash out at any moment if the need arose. She paused, then stowed the pick in her hair like an ornament— she could make another one later, for symmetry's sake, and an idea for weaving together plant fibers had begun to arise in the back of her mind. Now was not the time, however.

Her brother had introduced himself.

Maujis. The name had an interesting sound to it. It was hardly as smooth as her own name and nothing near the sharpness of Nikolai's, but it must have had a meaning to it. She wondered what his purpose was. He'd morphed from his smokelike form into something more colorless, still retaining the horns and the mask. He had become something unfamiliar; his form only piqued Lessica's curiosity more. This body, unlike the last, was more systematic. She preferred it over the shifting, smokelike body he had taken before. Still, there was a wonder in why his head was topped with such frivolous things. Did they serve a purpose? From where they stood, they seemed large and unwieldy, a weight atop his head and nothing more. There was a crackle of sparks on the surface of her skin, and in that moment, she knew it was what Liev was thinking, too.

Maujis had stopped talking, and Lessica realized she'd stared at the horns for a breath longer than she would have liked. She averted her gaze and felt for the paths of the words he'd spoken in the air. He'd given his name and trailed off. Did he want hers? She'd spoken it only a few times, so it took a moment to gather the sounds on her tongue. The language of long and short impulses had suited her well for the past few moments, and she disliked this regression of hers to the tongue she had been born with.

"Lessica," she replied with a nod in greeting. Her gazed shifted from Maujis to the bird-like creature before Nikolai and Liev. Liev, inevitably, had bent down to pass a limb through the creature, feeling for its shape. She but back a smile. Liev's curiosity was endearing, and the way Nikolai stood over him like an angry shadow was hardly becoming. She'd have told him to stop if his guardianship wasn't a necessary evil. She didn't know how this creature worked— and neither did he. She could sense its systems whirring in the ever-singing background noise, but the sounds and the feeling of such things was not what gave them purpose. Purpose was decided by the creator. The creator, she knew, was Maujis.

Lessica stepped toward it. "What is the superclass of this creature?" The grass felt soft against her feet. If was nothing like the earth in the clearing where the rocks had cut her. Now, the cuts had faded to near-invisible streaks of pitch on the surface of her skin, the only existing testament to Lessica's fragile composure. She was calm, now, and had an air of icy command to her. "Is it of use? What does it do?" Curiosity had taken hold of her fully, now, and her desire for knowledge had been set into motion like Liev's. She, too, longed to reach out and touch the creature, but she held herself back for practicality's sake. She was the one maintaining diplomacy, here, in order to get the answers as she desired.