Waiting and watching as the new gods came into being, Julkolfyr noted that the beings began to evaluate each other and that they would pass over him with but simple curiosity and then move on to the others. He, as before followed suit , and began to evaluate them for he had his own curiosities.

Vakarion was one he could sympathise with, but only to an extent, he seemed to be a bit to judgmental on the actions of others. That would eventually pass however and Julkolfyr thought that they would get along quite well.

Zephyrion, the winds of change, he liked it, it held the potential for entertainment with the others, causing disruption where they sought stability.

Vestec, Julkolfyr found himself realizing, was boring. He was corrupting chaos, yes, but constant chaos is so predictably unpredictable that you simply expected to never expect anything from it.

Logos. How could one being be so dull? Nothing should be forced to carry such a bland burden such as order and so all Julkolfyr could do, at the moment, was pity Logos.

Kyre, was interesting. Julkolfyr got the impression that war was chaotic and yet, unlike Vestec, was a sort of controlled chaos. Interesting, he thought  keeping Kyre in mind for later developments.

Vowzra was another who seemed to be just as bland as Logos, but he came to understand the need for the progression of time.

Deagon, Julkofyr brightened up at the sight of him. Subtle lying and manipulation of the mind to deceive, such an interesting thing. He liked it but knew he would have to be wary.

Teknall would have been boring save for the potential he held to craft that which had already settled on a form.

Jvan was….. different he found it interesting and at once lackluster. a self-annihilating creator, he was curious to see what would come of it.

Reathos, death incarnate, another that seemed to be of a protective nature of things as they are. He would be a thing to easily twist to his end, Julkolfyr mused.

Ull’yang was a potential annoyance, though if done correctly he would pay Julkolfyr no mind and leave him to his plans.

For astarte he could not bring himself to formulate a thought one way or the other, she was to remain an unknown for him and his plans. It would provide a little unpredictability to his own plans, a perfect function for the god of magic.

Mammon would certainly allow for the upheavals Julkolfyr wished and so left him alone to do as he wished eager to see what he would do.

He would have to keep a wary eye on Vulamera, she would be prove to be a invaluable ally and asset or a potentially terrible enemy.

Toun was a god that could be a great source of entertainment twisting and turning easily causing frustration with but the tiniest flaw. Julkolfyr settled on him as the first of his siblings to toy with.

Ilunabar, the muse. Such beauty he wondered what would be created and what would be inspired to be created because of her.

Niciel his opposite through the powers they wield. He saw as an equal to either argue or  contend with, though after seeing Ilunabr an idea struck him. He would turn her to empathize with him not forcefully and decietfully, but through the horrible truth that darkness always held.

He rose from his place amongst the void and the other gods and made his way towards the blueprints that all had begun to gather round, and as he passed by Slough he brought his whiskers to the shell and refraining from feeding darkness into her, instead fed her concepts challenging all that the others had attempted to give her. Confusion, love that betrays another love, sacrifice for a misinterpreted cause, greed for the sake of others, and personal morality. He gave these in an effort to garner life that would not be on the side of good or on the side of evil but instead muddy the waters between, making it hard to fully judge correctly what was right and wrong.

[color=0072bc]“Not everything can be so clear cut my dear Slough.”[/color] He whispered to the cocoon

After he had wrought what he could on Slough he proceeded to the blueprints. They were quite imaginative, he had to admit, as he enjoyed what lay before him. He sighed as he realized a key thing that was missing and using his whiskers began to write with his own darkness. He began to add the emptiness needed between all things in order for them to work and created a vastness that stretched far, encompassing all. As he did this he had a mischievous thought and began to subtly change something. At the very base of the blueprint he began to weave together the very very basic things, entwining them to make them inseparable by any means making the ability to guess more then one thing at this scope uncertain. As he finished with this he spread throughout his creation and that of the others, and so uncertainty had come into universe to be.


[hider=Summary]
Harsh Judgements have been made, Slough has been mussed with, and uncertainty has been made which is sure to piss people of.
[/hider]