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The Emperor Enters The Fray

The Abyssal Fields seemed to be unusually calm and empty, despite the creatures that ran about it and did their daily tasks and activities. The only sounds most could make out were the occasional birds chirping, creature grunting and murmuring, and the rivers flowing about. Baina did not interfere with this natural order, instead observing from a cliffside at the majority of life, in the guise of Attiza, its vulture form. Even in such a small form, it could see oh so much of the trees and nature that was under its control and its influence. Its head cocked to the side, left and right, to see if any new beings had infiltrated the realm, but it seemed as though none would. It seemed that this land would remain under its thumbs...or tentacles? For another day, anyway. Though it made it wonder of the fate of its siblings and what they might be up to. Perhaps sister Oao found something new in the blackness that some not dare venture? Iva’Krorh could have new nuggets of information, as a god of knowledge ought. The younger gods in general might be fun to play around with and see what is going on in their somewhat new lives. 

With a loud creak and crack, the form of Attiza was dropped as Baina went into its usual multi-armed form. Its tendrils waved in the air as it looked up. The lands that belonged to its siblings would, more than likely, belong to only one of them, hopefully itself. Getting to know the lands better always seemed the best idea and learning in general was always such a treat for it. The different parts of their home so different and varied, yet always seemed so interconnected, to the point where there always seemed to be something new even in something that it already was well-versed in. Its hand taped its head as it looked towards the familiar tower of black that was in the horizon. “Given enough time, would they enjoy the joys of learning about the surrounding world as well? Maybe them absorbing is somewhat like them learning in its own way...I did learn quite a bit from them myself.” It couldn’t help but wonder. Well, eventually time will tell if that’s the case, no? Wait...there was something wrong. It failed to realize it earlier but now it seemed a little more apparent. 

Baina was bored...Perhaps not bored, though? It did love thinking about all the little bits of the world that were laid out before it, so maybe it wasn’t bored. No...It was anxious. Anxious for something, though it couldn’t quite put it into words. The siblings might know though, yes? They seemed plenty intelligent so maybe they knew something that it wasn’t even considering. And if not, who knows? A new god could also be born today for all it knew, so it might be meeting a new piece of the family to help it understand why it felt this way. It gave a long stretch of its arms, each hand open with the fingers spread out. Its tendrils and cloak did the same before they all finally settled as Baina floated upwards. “Let us take a look.” It thought before it slowly flew off. But in mere seconds, it went from simply flying to soaring quickly through the sky.

It had been some time since it began its flight and not much had seemed to be buzzing about, at least anything that truly interested it. Strange that? Usually the god found something in short time to be enamored and wanted to observe to learn more about it or how it interacted with the world that was around it. But instead? It was merely the usual birds and wolves and bears that it had seen rather often and, for some reason, they didn't spark much curiosity. But throughout the days of travel, it did come across one piece of news that may just be of some interest. A flight of dragons were seen flying across the sky, and the description of one in particular was obviously that of Brother Ragnageddon. Probably just another case of him setting nature ablaze. It would be so much more interesting if he hadn't done it so often. However, a thought occurred not long after it heard this news. Likely, the other gods would try and intervene in his efforts. So, it'd stand to reason that maybe a large battle is going to break out. Baina was still worried about one thing it knew from past Ragnageddon sieges.

There was a very likely chance that the events here would return to the status quo. Maybe a razed village or forest or two, but besides that, the gods would go about their business afterwards with only a few things differing. All that excitement would be for nothing. That would be disappointing...

Well, if things won't change, may as well see if it can lend a helping hand to make a change occur, hmm?

That thought resonated in Baina quite a bit actually. Yes...If life refused to change, then why not try to make it change with the two hands given to you? Or, suppose, 4 hands given to you. 6 or so in its more monstrous form. It raised a hand, trying to remember just what direction they said the dragons were flying in. Ah yes, that way. If its face could properly due it, it would have quite the large smile plastered on its mug. It still felt the joy though, so what did it matter? And with that joy, it floated off again, in the direction of where the dragons were said to be going.

The flight was shockingly nowhere near as anxious for Baina as it was for it earlier. This time, there were so many new activities the creatures partook in and even a few new species it saw on its way. A tribe of werewolf-like creatures were even making plans on invasion towards their enemy tribe, seemingly in a decisive move so this could be an interesting sight for later. But now, finally, the scene unveiled itself before the lord of conquest. And, honestly? It was a better sight then it had even imagined. Dragons flew one after the other to try and slay Dirka and the dragon she rode. Ragnageddon obviously was putting quite the effort in that task as well. Their 3 headed brother and Sveiland were busy with the dragons as well. It was an all-out brawl once again, was it not? It was such a sight to see this battle so high in the sky...That Baina did not even realize as one dragon went and snapped out its mouth closed on it. It was one gulp and a swallow as it was suddenly now in the creature's mouth.

It was unfortunate that it decided to make a god its meal.

In one swift attack, the dragon soon found the comparatively smaller creature suddenly out of its body, a gaping hole now through its back as it screeched in rage and pain. Without hesitation, Baina then flew right back within the hole it made, popping out another side, now straight through the neck. The pain was stunting it severely, delaying its reactions. Another movement inside the hole it made, and it popped out another, though this time, it was not as fast. There were struggles under the skin, gurgling and tears filling the air. But it was soon too late as the god bursted out through the creature's skull, with it covered in bits of bone and viscera. And with it, the dragon was quickly slayed as its corpse descended down. It barely registered what it had done, but once it realized it, it turned over to its siblings and decided that its presence was now known. And if so? It might as well confirm which side was to be deserving of aid.

"Apologies for the dead warrior brother...After it bit at me, I simply went on autopilot, feeling the need to slay it to leave its body. Now, which side desires victory during this small war?" It said, not caring of its smaller side in comparison to some of its siblings. Let alone caring that they were in the heat of combat.

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