[color=silver][h3][centre]Where the Dark Things Grow[/centre][/h3][/color]

Kyra let out a small laugh before awkwardly covering her lips, her eyes going wide. She wasn't used to this whole laughing thing - it was a trait that the humans had apparently adopted without any outside influence but she found it an odd and alien thing. When she realised that he wasn't looking at her like she had two heads, her hand dropped away and she fixed herself with a dry cough. Awkward.

Despite her weirdness, a genuine smile graced her lips. The End herself could be happy when she wanted to be, or more appropriately, when she felt like she needed to be. Holding the same smile, her face dropped and her eyes shifted closed. When he was finished talking and after a considerable pause, she allowed them to flutter open again before studying the God of Play. Kyra was sad to think that she was his end; she was all their end. A soft smile blessed her and she very slowly leaned in towards him. 

[color=silver]"I don't think you fully got me but you know, Tet... you're the most sane out of all of them. Isn't that a little bit odd for the God of Play?"[/color]

The scene appeared rather romantic but Kyra topped it off with an awkward ruffle of her hair before once again laughing at something only she found funny. [color=silver]"This is a weird thing to say considering everyone else seems to despise them but I've grown to quite like the humans. You see, they have this phrase and I think it goes a little like this - 'The darker the sky, the brighter the stars'. It gives me a little sense of purpose in this uncomfortably gentle abyss."[/color] This time, she dragged him into a hug which lasted for a few short seconds before the shadows devoured Kyra's form whole and she was lost to the world. 

Kyra knew what was going on with Amos and the world around her - the shadows had already gathered in their little moot and were furiously describing multiple scenes. Amos had been consumed by his hate. Apparently Iratze had joined him as well which definitely didn't help the situation. Nonetheless, they were just acting like a bunch of spoiled brats and they needed someone to ground them in reality.

So, not long after Seatus had appeared, Kyra joined him. The shadows materialised her themselves, almost as if a million tiny shards of broken glass had been collected together and organised into one, small and angry little piece of wonder.

[color=silver]"Amos! That's enough! Stop acting like a fool!"[/color] She hadn't even transcended to her true form yet so she looked quite docile compared to those around her but Kyra was one of the stronger Goddesses. You didn't mess with her and get away lightly. Or you did, if she was being awkward about it.

Stomping her foot, she imitated human behaviour and pointed an accusing finger at Amos first. [color=silver]"Quit with your bullshit drama! You wouldn't know hatred if it hit you in the face! You think that because you had a lovely little raising in the heavens that you gain some sort of entitlement? You fwinding it a wittle tuff out here in the bwig bwad wurled? Stop it right now you self-entitled bastard! Maybe Brontes realised that you all need to see what it's really like down here? Ever spared a thought to that!"[/color] Maybe chiding a towering menace wasn't the best idea but Kyra had the utmost faith that he wouldn't strike.

Wheeling about, she chose Iratze to fire at next. Her dark eyes were fiery in the destructive scene around her yet Kyra seemed to fit into it all, like destruction and chaos was her home. [color=silver]"And you? What's your excuse? I can't tell who's the bigger idiot - the actual idiot or the person who listens to him? Iratze, you're not capable of hatred; you're one of the most gentle beings in the bloody Universe. This isn't you - I can understand if that lump of muscle and idiocy over there gets a little too much iron pumping into him but you're not capable of doing anything that hatred demands of you."[/color]

Turning, she shook her head at the both of them. [color=silver]"You both speak of hatred and neither of you are capable of it. True hatred? You can't get that from longing for some petty vengeance or your twisted idea of justice. To know what real hatred is, you need to resent every fibre of your own being. You need to dance on that line of existence and find every part of you longing to just tip over. You think you know what it is to hate? Fools."[/color]

Water from Seatus began to flood around her but her form was still made from shadows so she was mostly alright. Still cold, of courde.

Frowning, she retracted her finger and huddled in on herself, trying to pointlessly get warm again. She didn't want to fight them - Amos and Iratze had treated her with kindness. No, she didn't want to but she would if she had to. They were slowly becoming more bitter and twisted. They would destroy themselves and render her useless. She was the end, the destroyer of all things. They wouldn't steal her job.