Chitter.
The lone ant idly said, clinging to a wilted blade of grass. Months had passed, yet the ant still seemed...Young. Easily remembered as the accidental plant killer called Starvanic. Or Starvy. A young god of starvation who had grown tired of doing nothing.
Tired of being alone. Sickened.
The ant crawled off the grass and changed back to human form.
Heaving a sigh, the young god dusted off his books and looked at his 'home'. A land devoid of plant life from his explorations of his time. His sunken eyes peered out from his green visor, armor lined in dead vines and wilted flowers. He brushed the vines from his soot black hair, sighing again.
He tended to stay to himself, being that he was deathly scared of touching things since he could accidentally kill a plant without trying to. He still had the old books in the satchel, though read so much the pages were well worn. He knew the others were worried about him, with a long absence that one often called his sleep. He didn't have much power, you see. Not the immense important power the other gods had.
He sighed again, and sat down, head on arms. He just sat there and thought deeply, lost as to what he could 'create'. He ended up dozing off, the black gem that once floated at his hands landed with a dull clink onto the wilted vines. Though dozed off, he could still hear anything approaching. The gem pulsed weakly, signalling to the lands that the god of starvation needed aid...That is, if he would awaken. He was napping, snoring. Little did he know his naps would create a bizarre being..
(I tried. Busy week xx;..)
The lone ant idly said, clinging to a wilted blade of grass. Months had passed, yet the ant still seemed...Young. Easily remembered as the accidental plant killer called Starvanic. Or Starvy. A young god of starvation who had grown tired of doing nothing.
Tired of being alone. Sickened.
The ant crawled off the grass and changed back to human form.
Heaving a sigh, the young god dusted off his books and looked at his 'home'. A land devoid of plant life from his explorations of his time. His sunken eyes peered out from his green visor, armor lined in dead vines and wilted flowers. He brushed the vines from his soot black hair, sighing again.
He tended to stay to himself, being that he was deathly scared of touching things since he could accidentally kill a plant without trying to. He still had the old books in the satchel, though read so much the pages were well worn. He knew the others were worried about him, with a long absence that one often called his sleep. He didn't have much power, you see. Not the immense important power the other gods had.
He sighed again, and sat down, head on arms. He just sat there and thought deeply, lost as to what he could 'create'. He ended up dozing off, the black gem that once floated at his hands landed with a dull clink onto the wilted vines. Though dozed off, he could still hear anything approaching. The gem pulsed weakly, signalling to the lands that the god of starvation needed aid...That is, if he would awaken. He was napping, snoring. Little did he know his naps would create a bizarre being..
(I tried. Busy week xx;..)
Ryduvu, in his wandering as he mused about his own problem, came upon the sleeping Starvanic.
The tiger-bodied god eased down quietly and watched his brother god sleeping.
He had hoped to ask Starvanic some questions about how to do about creating life, since he had helped in making the spiritual realm while Ryduvu had recovered from the sundering of the earth.
But seeing the god fast asleep, Ryduvu decided it was best not to rouse him, and softly rose and headed on his way.
The tiger-bodied god eased down quietly and watched his brother god sleeping.
He had hoped to ask Starvanic some questions about how to do about creating life, since he had helped in making the spiritual realm while Ryduvu had recovered from the sundering of the earth.
But seeing the god fast asleep, Ryduvu decided it was best not to rouse him, and softly rose and headed on his way.
Starvy flinched awake.
''Yes?'' He shouted at Ryu quickly, paniced.
''Yes?'' He shouted at Ryu quickly, paniced.
Ryduvu turned back, he had been about to summon his tesseract and leave to a new place, but instead, he fixed his metallic stare upon Starvanic. "Little brother, I did not mean to wake you. I apologize." The tiger-bodied god eased down where he stood, looking at the shapeshifting god. "Do you have time, or would you rather return to your napping? I know you helped our sister in the creation of the spirit realm, and I hoped that I could ask you some questions about souls."
He stretches lightly and stood up.
He stood with ease, though the bottom of his armor was lightly covered dirt and dead vines, visor up to show his sunken eyes looking at the metallic half tiger god that stood before him while picking up the dropped gem and satchel.
''I have plenty of time. I just fell asleep with thinking. What questions shall I answer?'' Starvy replied adjusting his visor slightly so it covered his eyes once more, black hair in an unkept mess of sorts.
He stood with ease, though the bottom of his armor was lightly covered dirt and dead vines, visor up to show his sunken eyes looking at the metallic half tiger god that stood before him while picking up the dropped gem and satchel.
''I have plenty of time. I just fell asleep with thinking. What questions shall I answer?'' Starvy replied adjusting his visor slightly so it covered his eyes once more, black hair in an unkept mess of sorts.