The ebb and flow of the darkness was the only thing that his then infantile mind could comprehend. The darkness that swallowed creations whole with a scream of triumph, or was that the scream of anguish? As his consciousness grew he became more aware of other things such as sadness, anger, despair, hate, greed, death, murder, pain. over time these things became bland and the consciousness was want for more, but more never came. All that was was the darkness ever flowing, expanding and contracting. It was lonely existence to be sure but the nebulous darkness provided a comfort of predictability to it.

[centre][h2][b]'COME.'[/b][/h2][/centre]

And so the call came and the consciousness came curious at first and then when drawn closer began to scramble away. It hurt, there was pain where it was bidden and yet it was to weak and powerless before the terrible power that drew him out. Out into a new abyss which, unlike its own, had [i]things[/i]. It entered this new void as but a blob of onyx black. So much pain coursed through it, not only were there things but it itself had become a thing and the pain would have been unbearable had he not come know pain already. 

It had begun to convulse as if to try and merge once again with darkness, but to no avail. And so it built upon itself, the body that came first Emblazoned with amber streaks that twitched and shuddered with its pain. Slowly it grew legs, his hind legs with hooves and wicked claws on its fore legs, and then agonizingly it grew a neck then a head. As it came to the head, white hot searing pain gripped it, influencing his own creation. ‘he’, as he realized, was now adorned with a bleached skull with amber slits as if for eyes and long dark whiskers with with he moved about experimentally.

Looking about with his new body, names came unbidden to him as he glanced over the beings that were present. It pained him to look at them, it was even more so as he looked at the two beings that lorded over those in attendance. Fate and Amul'Sharar The Terrible, one whom he knew was the reason for his existence and the other was just as influential he realized as she looked to him.

“You are Julkolfyr, the spreading darkness” She spoke, seemingly impassioned as if she had predicted her words, and him, far before this moment.

As she said, he was. Julkolfyr had known existence but for a short time and yet his curiosity began to overwhelm him as he stood on his legs for the first time. At first unbalanced he turned, and understanding immediately the dilemma, rectified it with a tail. Whipping it about in joy and satisfaction he looked to the others, his ‘siblings’ as it were and followed their gaze. He, like them, waited for the others to come, excited as he was no longer comfortable and alone, now he was in slight pain but had companions, a fair trade he would argue.


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Julkolfyr came into being somewhat painfully and waits with baited breath for the others.
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