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[colour=black][i][b]The Timeless One, The Celestial Above, Vicegerent of Fate, Guardian of the Timeline, Master of Creation, Lord of Time[/b][/i]
Level 3 God of Creation (Time)
0 Might 4 Freepoints[/colour]

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[colour=f7941d][i]Level 2 Goddess of Magic (Pacts)
15 Might 4 Freepoints[/i][/colour]

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[colour=B05F3C][b]Belvast 
Level 1  Demigod of Physical Space (Portals)
4 Might[/b][/colour]

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[hider=Summary]The events of this post occur shortly after the Perfectus event, approx. 4,000 years prior to the banishment of TOBIA by Jvan, over a period of three Galbarian months.

Vowzra finds Belruarc orbitting Galbar and nears her
They seem to have been expecting this meeting and have a little back and forth
Vowzra places his hands on her cheeks and his palms grow roots which ripple through her
They hear the beginnings of a future Song
They plummet down to earth, completely united, exchanging memories, feelings etc.
They land in the north pole, in a semi-comatose state, and remain like that for three days
They awaken to find themselves weakened into human forms
They find a cave and hide with friendly bears
Belvast is born
Belvast grows over a nine week period, discovering his powers, amongst which are the ability to open portals and a powerful third eye known as The Eye of the Portcullis
He also befriends the bears, they become like family
When the tenth week begins, Belvast is fully grown and Vowzra becomes a god once more
Belruarc, though still a goddess, remains in her weakened human form - she is immortal but has minute powers at her disposal
Vowzra deems that Belvast is ready to go out into the world
Belvast departs, promising both his parents to return one day; he heads towards the Valley of Peace on a whim
Once he has departed, Vowzra looks into Belruarc's eyes and he is filled with fear and guilt - for her eyes are ever so familiar
The bears are blessed by Vowzra with increased evolutionary speed and adaptability - within a few hundred years they will evolve into a mighty sentient race [inherent powers used to grant evolutionary capabilities][/hider][/centre]


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It had not been long after the creation of Chronos that Vowzra awakened from his slumber, having come upon a most Fateful second in the history of the Universe. These were Fateful Times indeed, for he glimpsed some of the glories and horrors which were now forthcoming, which were now inevitable. It was all as it needed to be, and the Universe would be better for it.

Across the vast, brimming spaces, he felt the essence of the one whom Fate had brought out, and he felt the essence within her, which was of her and yet not of her, preparing itself for its Fated departure and its Fated arrival. For every departer was necessarily an arriver. 

[colour=black][i]'And if you departed from a people who had willed that you not leave them, then the departers are they,'[/i][/colour] whispered the Lord of Time as he slowly emerged from the Fabric of Existence, whose waves gave their shrieks and protestations once again at his leaving them.

[colour=black][i]'Yet there are some whom Fate separates, and those whom Fate separates will never be united, long as it so wills. Those are the departers ever, and glorified are they. The ones who never arrive at a place they once departed. Glorified are they, for they see the glories,'[/i][/colour] even as he whispered to himself, he neared the one who neared him. She had been circmumbulating Galbar as though she were a pilgrim on an endless voyage, though one could only guess at where the Forger of the Words voyaged to. Her future did not show her arriving anywhere, and she did not depart her constant orbit. Arriving as soon as she departed, departing as soon as she arrived; she arrived where she had departed from not long ago, and departed where she had arrived at previously. She certainly would not see the glories this way, but she would come to understand the few glories she did see very intimately.

She had probably seen his recent disposal of Perfectus, but she did not seem to mind that she now orbited the planet with a host of guardian rocks tailing her and skipping before her. Once he had been floating before her for a small while, even by mortal standards, she straightened up and gazed upon him with her many eyes, and the voids within his archaic head of bark met them straight on. Looking into his eyes must have been as strange for her as looking into her's was for him. He had seen in the Times aforetime that there would be between him and the Forger of Words a future and a history, and he had seen that there was between them an unspoken destiny.

[colour=f7941d][i]'You have come,'[/i][/colour] she whispered in a voice dripping with honey, but he saw that the honey of her voice was as black as the ink which ran within her physical being and obsidian heart. Though he shared with this one a destiny, and though he had felt something towards her in the Times aforetime, he now Saw with piercing Sight, and no feelings filled his expansive breast. He was here by the Will of Fate, he was here to do as the Timeline commanded, and it would be done.

[colour=black][i]'As you knew I would. You have waited long, but your patience has endured. You have passed the test of Fate, you have survived the test of Time. Suffering has been your lot, loneliness. You have been ignored by your siblings, but dauntlessly have you borne the burden; I have come to relieve you of your pain,'[/i][/colour] a hand reached for the pale green of her cheek, and he lifted her chin ever so slightly with his hand of bark.

Her four eyes betrayed no emotion. Her perfectly smooth green skin did not crease to show how she felt about his words. But she spoke.

[colour=f7941d][i]'Do not preach to me, Vowzra, for I was ancient before you were a thought. You have no power over my pain, it is to those greater than you that I turn. Upon them have I waited, and upon them I still wait,'[/i][/colour] though she spoke defiantly, she made no move when he raised his other hand and placed it on her other cheek.

[colour=black][i]'It is yours to speak, for you are the Forger of the Words, and never could my words and wisdoms hope to match the sharpness of a female's tongue, least of all yours. But it is mine to carry out the Will of Fate, and mine to guard the Timeline. And I have come to guard it,'[/i][/colour] even as he spoke, the palms of his hands began to grow small roots, and the roots pierced her perfect skin and began burying themselves into her. They invaded her tainted, inky veins, they pierced her mind, and they snaked round her obsidian heart. She stood there, her four eyes boring into him just as intently as his own Saw into her. But in that moment, neither he nor she needed eyes to see the other, for they had become One. 

He did not need to look towards her face for a sign of her emotions, for he could taste them upon his lips of bark. He could hear the beating of her heart as though it beat in his own chest - though his expansive breast had no heart of which to speak.
He could see into her deepest memories, and he Saw what she had been, and he understood what it was that he had Seen in her in those Times aforetime. There was much to be learnt from the degraded Dragon of Discord.

[colour=olive][i]'All that begins must end,'[/i][/colour] there was a strange song in the air, it was a song not his, and it was a song not hers, and it was not the song of that which would soon depart and arrive. It was a song that had departed from a place which did not yet exist, and arrived where it would never exist. It was a voice from a future inevitable. Music filled the void around them, and the words of The Bard resounded within their minds.
'Hear the voice of The Bard, Who present, past and future sees!' and with that, it broke into glorious, powerful song in a tongue which was foreign to all but the Lord of Time.

[centre][colour=olive][i]O Fortuna
Velut luna
Statu variabilis
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
Vita detestabilis
Nunc obdurat
Et tunc curat
Ludo mentis aciem
Egestatem
Potestatem
Dissolvit ut glaciem[/i][/colour][/centre]

With that, the song of The Bard who was not yet and had not yet sung his first disappeared, and both Vowzra and Belruarc, entwined in their oneness, tumbled forth towards the planet below. Even as they fell, Vowzra's roots, now reaching from his torso, arms, waist, and legs, continued to tighten their hold on the four-eyed goddess of Pacts. None would see the two spots descending to the earth, and none would see them when they landed, for they pierced the surface of Galbar in its utmost north, among the endless ice. And in those early days, Vowzra had not yet created trees there, and so it was indeed an icy wasteland in every sense of the word. And there the two semi-comatose gods stayed for three Galbarian days, each of them tentatively exploring the essence of the other.

When they separated at last, both found that they had taken on human forms, though neither understood why. And much as Vowzra tried, he could not will himself to depart as he wished. This he had not Seen. Perhaps this was a silent command from Fate. Remain.
He turned to Belruarc who seemed to have reacted rather poorly to the cold and was shivering violently. It did not help, of course, that neither of them had seen fit to dress themselves in their godly forms, and so both found themselves at the mercy of the elements. Helping her to her feet, the two began to walk through the endless icy wasteland.
After what seemed like an endless trek through the cold, neither could feel their limbs, nor could they feel the other holding onto them. So great was the cold, so foolhardy was their nakedness. But so strange was their predicament, for they were gods, yet they found themselves at the mercy of Zephyrion's harsh elements. Vowzra had no doubt that Fate would see them through this, however.

It was the cave that saved them from the cold, and it was the bear mother and her cubs within who had ensured they remained warm. The bear mother, upon seeing them walk into her abode, made no move. Being gods, they had no fear, but they had not realised the great danger their strange transformation put them in. Vowzra trusted in Fate, however, and he went where it commanded, and it had led him to the cave, and there would he remain. And a wise decision was that.

For one week did the two weakened gods lie in the cave with the bear mother and her cubs, and they ate of the raw meat she brought back, and they were content to remain so long as they were required.

On the seventh day, however, Belruarc began to cry out in pain, and much as Vowzra attempted to soothe her, he could not. He could not take away her pain. Perhaps his weakness made him forget what he had Seen, but for the first Time in memory Vowzra felt helpless and uncertain. All he could do was continue his attempts to soothe her, and wait upon the Will of Fate. And he did not have to wait more than a few hours, for something most inexplicable occurred.

Perhaps he had formed the moment the two had become one, or perhaps he had simply appeared then, the Will of Fate would not truly tell how the small ball of flesh and fat brewing within Belruarc had formed, nor what its purpose of being was. In a moment that seemed to last for an eternity, the small, defenseless, and utterly parasitic child within Belru had become its own being, its own Divine flesh that would, perhaps, someday ascend to true dvinity. The flesh inside of her was warm and secure...feelings, awareness, and even a tinge of comfort reached out and touched the heart of the tiny being in its fetal state, the small, balled mixture of the paws of beasts and the gentle hands of men felt the inner linings of the womb of its mother. And, in the instance Belruarc cried out, a new emotion became apparent in the infant's mind.

Fear. 

Not knowing that this pain would  mean that he would exist, that he would come to be, he for a single moment thought that the pain his mother experienced could be prevented, or at the very least helped, if he was outside. Something instinctually drove the tiny demigod to at first flex the extent of his own body, now allowing him to open a gateway. A door within his lifegiver. Beside Vowzra in the cold stone and ice of the cave he could hear something breathing...suddenly, a swirling mixture of arcane and divine energy culminated into a small and simple oval that radiated a dim, azure light from its own cyan form. Reaching, and falling forward, the blind and terrified infant emerged from the womb of his mother out of the portal he had created. Cold, fear, anxiety, worry, anger, sadness, and loneliness overtook him. The warmth of her was all he knew, and in that instant with his three eyes shut, the small form felt a deep sadness and cried. Cried out for the world to hear, as if to blame everything for taking him away even for a moment. He was alone in his small world constructed of three closed eyes and two tails that clung tightly to his chest. Balled hands with weak and thinly covered flesh with fur that felt stung by the cold cave floor. Feet that seemed much more feline in nature kept his tails close between them, his fur having been dyed black from his mother's divine blood. 

There was nothing like a mother's instinct. Even as Vowzra stared at the strange being that had appeared beside them in the cave, she reached out to it longingly. The after-effects of her pain had not subsided, and her weakness had reached its zenith. She looked helplessly towards Vowzra, whispering that he bring her child to her.
Understanding dawned upon the man-god, and he turned and gently lifted the child. [i]His[/i] child. It was a strange feeling that expanded throughout his very human chest. It was strange how his heart beat, how his hands trembled despite the fact that he felt no cold. It was strange too, that there were wet lines dripping down his face. He brought the child to his chest in a fatherly embrace, and he kissed it gently on its forehead.
Turning around, he smiled at Belru and gently placed their child upon her naked chest. The pain which had been clear in her expression before melted away, and a small, peaceful smile spread on her face. She moved her arms around her child and allowed her eyes to close. Before she drifted away, her heart and her child's heart beating to the rhythm of the other, she whispered something barely discernible.

[colour=f7941d][i]'Belvast,'[/i][/colour] she said, [colour=f7941d][i]'Belvast,'[/i][/colour] Vowzra watched. And Vowzra heard. He could not say that there had been, or, indeed, that there was, any love in his heart for Belru. He understood her, that was sure enough, and she understood him. Seeing her like this before him, he could not help but feel a certain degree of...[i]care[/i] for her. He could not say he loved her, he could not say he would, but he cared enough for her to remain by her, and he considered that to be enough - what more did a woman need from a man? What more did a mother need from the father of her child? He bent forward and placed a kiss upon his child's cheek, before standing up and leaving the cave.

In this great icy wasteland, there was nothing that the inexperienced could see, and there was no way for them to survive. But Vowzra had been following the bear mother on her hunts, and he had grown to know where to go looking for fish, and he knew how to find the fleet-footed snow hare, and he had seen where the the sheep of these northern icelands roamed. Belru, in her vulnerable form, would need food, and he too would need to eat. He knew not how their child would feed, but if the bear mother was anything to go by, Belru would have to eat for both herself and little Belvast.

As he roamed in search of food, he could feel power surging through him once more. It was not his complete godly power, but it was a small fragment of it - enough to control and mould the world around him to a small degree. It sufficed him, and he was soon cleaning out a few large fish. Once he returned to the cave, he called upon his powers and created a self-sufficient flame upon which to cook the fish. Sure enough, he and Belru had survived on raw meat for the past seven days, but he could feel its adverse effect on his human body, and he was certain that it was also the case for Belru. When she awoke she ate, and when Belvast awoke and cried out in hunger, his mother nourished him. Vowzra found it oddly fascinating - a cat feeding from a human mother! Strange indeed was the world of gods when seen with human eyes.

Over the next few days, Belvast grew surprisingly quickly, and before long he was putting sentences together with some difficulty and eating bits of softer fish meat from his father's hands. 

In the days of his early development, Belvast was an avid learner to the nature of his father's work, as well as learning of emotion through the love of them both, and soon, the small odd mixture of man and beast, of god and god, would join his father on his expeditions into the cold. His fur would keep him warm, though he would always keep close to his father, the cold and harsh winds of the icy wasteland missing him each day due to his shortness, paired with his father's stature.

Grateful in demeanor and in action, he would do all that was asked of him by his godly parents, not out of fear or loyalty, but out of legitimate, paternal love. In retrospect, he might have even been a rare case amongst demigods because of it. The taste of fish grew to become his favorite, which was convenient given that there was littlemuch else to eat and share with his family and the bears he would come to know as brethren. Well...more like cousins, persay. Considering there was little in the way of life to interact with, in time, those bears would become more than family, rather they were his best friends in the world. Each voyage to and fro from the safety of the cave to the icy frontier, Belvast felt at home in this icy landscape in spite of all the hardships that would come with it. 

Little time would be required to pass before he began flexing the strength of his own divine powers, as he would often play a game with the bear cubs before feeding them, wherein he would enter a portal with their fish and have them smell him out to get their food. Father said it would help them to learn to hunt for themselves, when the time would come. Over the next few weeks, portals were formed and shut wherever he went, the whims of a child without a care in the world for the implications or nature of his power, only that that strength was his and his alone. The intrinsic pride of knowing without being told that he could do something that broke the conventional laws of the Universe, with no apparent punishment ahead of him. Although he was scolded by his mother on several occasions. Well, many. Lots. Loads. Bucket loads...pretty much every day there was mischief, there was a scolding. But there was often understanding in his mother's words, as well as the punishments he'd receive. Being bad meant you didn't eat supper, so don't be bad. It was that black and white for the little feline demigod, and that's how it would stay for weeks to come.

On the final day of the ninth week, Belvast had grown to his full maturity, ironically at a very small stature of around two feet and seven inches in height. He barely reached the top of his father's hips when standing on his legs all the way up, and his ears grew far larger than would be expected of an average cat, almost at a rabbit-like length of being twice as long as his head was tall. Throughout his short-lived adolescence, Belvast had opened his eyes after only a few days, the two which were in the normal, human-like position were angular, yet still quite large, a slit-like feline pupil residing in each, surrounded by irises of pooling, pure green that left little room for the white scilera encroaching on the outside. Almost as if his eyes themselves were portals to a sea of green slowly drifting into a black isle. And yet, the third eye had remained closed until the Seventh day of the Ninth Week. A pure black, vertically lined eye that bore no scilera, no iris, just a singular black hole that was itself. Nothing was inherently wrong with the eye's vision, save for that when opened, Belvast would see...something far away. A portal he had once forgotten to close. A simple mistake that he had made in jest, but that was quickly repaired with a simple visit and a thought. The eye then closed...strangely unable to be opened so long as no portal was opened. The eye itself was a gateway into the eyes of the ethereal magic within the portals. The Eye of the Portcullis.

Nine weeks was all it took for their child to become a full-fledged, independent adult. Two months and one week. While he had indeed achieved mental and physical maturity, both Vowzra and Belru saw that it would be long before their child became wise. He was independent and headstrong, and though they loved him greatly, and though he was loving and obedient at heart, they knew that his was an adventurers spirit. His was the spirit of the traveller. He would not be confined to one place, though he loved it. He would not be caged. 

He had hunted with his father much, and his skill soon out-matched anything his father could hope to do in his weakened human form. His mother, though she reprimanded him often, and though her's had been an inky heart and her veins black with the liquid, soon found that within her heart was greater love for her child than ink. When the fateful ninth week was consumed by the coming of the tenth, the Fated paths of the two gods and their child finally diverged. As for Vowzra, his Fate dictated that he ascend once more to godhood. For though he loved his son greatly, and though a part of his human heart would forever care - perhaps even love - Belru, his ultimate allegiance was to the Timeline. And so he rose once more to his mighty form.

Belru watched him return to his true form, but her form did not change. Though she remained a goddess and immortal, her heart had been drained of its ink and she had allowed the flower of love to bloom therein. And it was a flower that would know no death.
With his power and wisdom returned to him, Vowzra turned to his child and spoke to him, for the first time, in his godly form.
[colour=black][i]'Child,'[/i][/colour] came his multi-layered, cacophanous voice, [colour=black][i]'you have grown and are ready to greet this world. You will discover in it much that is to your liking, and you will learn of much that you will despise. Wherever your traveller's spirit takes you, take note of this, remember this that I say, ingrain it within your mind: Ever are we the servants of Fate, the safety of the Timeline is above all.'[/i][/colour]

Feeling the reverberations of his father's all-too-familiar voice, that was now all-too-different, Belvast was hesitant to reply, tails lying limp against the back of his legs, arms at his sides as he started wide with his two open eyes, pupils large with shock and misunderstanding. Shakily, he said in his still-childish, innocent voice: [color=B05F3C][b]"Bu...Father..."[/b][/color] as he tried to reason to himself what he was going to do...would mother leave too? Shakily, his legs wanted to make him rush at the god that was his father, as if he could stop him from leaving, but instead, Belvast stood, hand-paws balled. [color=B05F3C][b]"Where will I go first then?"[/b][/color] he asked, unsure of many things, but sure that like always, his father was right. The world was ready to be met head-on. The world was made to be seen. And his eyes were made to see it.

A smile broke out across the wooden face of the Lord of Time, and he responded to the sincere question of his firstborn son.
[colour=black][i]'Do not ask that of anyone, for none can tell you where to go. You must follow the command of your heart, the direction your instinct tells you to go, where your mind leads you, where your spirit and essence yearns to be. For they shall lead you where Fate decrees. Ever is the decree of Fate above all, and ever will Fate lead you to that which is highest in degree. Never ask, 'where shall I go?' but go where your soul and essence command.'[/i][/colour] 

Heeding the words of his father carefully, Belvast bowed his head in respect, ears twitching once each as the brisk air blew into the cave. [color=B05F3C][b]"I shall."[/b][/color] he said simply, holding back a well of emotions and questions any young child would want to unleash, like a typhoon of desires and lust for knowledge. But he relented. Feeling like he understood more of why he was born, why his parents were brought together, Belvast simply asks one question: [color=B05F3C][b]"Do they have fish in other rivers?"[/b][/color]

A merry laugh left the god of Time's mouth - indeed, it seemed that certain human influences still remained, for the Lord of Time was never 'merry'. But perhaps there was within his heart a small well of unending love for his child which would forever be human.
[colour=black][i]'You will find that Life has filled the rivers and oceans with much fish, and where you find no fish, you will discover new tastes and sensations. Be not afraid to experiment,'[/i][/colour] the god was silent for a few seconds, [colour=black][i]'but heed this warning from me: you will find upon this planet many a strange creature, unnatural creatures as should not exist. And you will find their great mother, a most Deformed Flesh which purports godhood. I shall not tell you what to think of this being, for that is for you, but I warn you of it. You have three eyes, it is my hope that yours will be a piercing sight able to distinguish lies from truth, ugliness from beauty, ultimate good from ultimate evil,'[/i][/colour] the god was silent once more, prepared to answer anymore questions his child had.

Contemplative and silent, Belvast listened intently to his warning of the great mother of the strange creatures of the world, and of her deformed flesh. Etching those words into his mind, Belvast raised his gaze slightly to look at his father, before he opened a portal behind himself, his third eye opening. Seeing himself through his third eye was...disorienting, but he wanted this memory to be vivid. And he wanted to show his father that his gaze could be piercing, that he could distinguish truth from anything, good from anything, and beauty from anything. For to Belvast, in this single moment, he saw nothing ugly, he saw no lies in his father's love, or his care, and there was no evil in either being. There was simply...a father and son. Bidding each other farewell, but not necessarily forever. [color=B05F3C][b]"I understand, Father."[/b][/color] he said, tails lifting up to simply sway, as they themselves seemed fit to do. It was clear he was less saddened now than he had been. [color=B05F3C][b]"All things in the world must be seen. And not everything will be clear. But...someday, I hope to see you once again. And once I can see, I will speak. And likely chatter. I'll taste the world and see it for myself, then tell you all that I've seen someday. Is that alright?"[/b][/color]

His father made no response, but it was his mother who did. Tears glistening in her eyes, she approached her child and wrapped her arms around him, planting a kiss on his cheek before whispering that it was most certainly alright, that he will grow to have sight far better than either her or his father. And most importantly, that no matter what happened, where he went and what he did, she would always love him and be proud of him. Though Vowzra loved his child greatly, he knew that Belru's motherly love was an endless ocean and his own but a droplet. Her's was unconditional love which knew no bounds, his own love for his child was unconditional also, but a type far different from a mother's tolerance  - or acceptance - of all her child became.
[colour=black][i]'That is alright,'[/i][/colour] came his father's response, at last.

Belvast found it harder and harder to see himself...being hugged so tightly by the mother who birthed him, who had showered him with love through his short adolescence...it was heartbreaking to have to acknowledge he was going to give up everything all at once. He saw himself shaking terribly, feet trembling and tails drooping once more, and he saw the slight spot of blood on his lip as he bit into it to stave off tears with pain. But pain only caused more pain for himself in the end, and he couldn't help but sob for a moment, burying his face in her arms one last time. [color=B05F3C][b]"I-I...I'll come back to you someday too. Promise."[/b][/color] he said, more than aware of what a promise meant with the Goddess of Pacts. Without being told, he was aware of what a promise was to his mother...and he felt what it would mean to him. It would be his weight and his engine, his wound and his salve of heartache. Of home. After he collected himself emotionally, he embraced his mother with far fewer tears clouding his eyes, before he looked at her face and smiled slightly. The portal closed, and his Portcullis would as well, returning to two eyes. The same he'd always seen her with. [color=B05F3C][b]"Thank you for everything. I'll find the tastiest, fattest fish in the world someday, and I'll tell you all about it. I-I might even be able to save some!"[/b][/color] he said innocently, and excitedly. His mother looked like she could use his normal cheeryness.

She allowed a small chuckle the escape her mouth, though it came out as a half-sob. Taking a quick breath, a smile spread across her face and she nodded.
[colour=f7941d][i]'I'll hold you to your word. I'll be waiting,'[/i][/colour] for the slightest second, a small spark of energy seemed to connect the two before it faded as though it never was, [colour=f7941d][i]'now go on, off with you!'[/i][/colour] she turned him around and began nudging him out of the cave. She was pretty much at breaking point, and she would have hated to break-down completely before he was gone.

A soft expression of confusion crossed his face as he was pushed out. [color=B05F3C][b]"But what about the bears? I didn't say farewell to them yet."[/b][/color] he stated, ears twitching as he tilted his head, digging his feet into the snow as he was pushed along. [color=B05F3C][b]"...I'll miss them too."[/b][/color] he relents, finally leaving. Stepping back from the cave, his black fur stood out greatly amongst the snow, and likely would for a while, save for a chance at a snowstorm that would hide his black amongst a sleet of white. Taking small steps, Belvast couldn't help but look back at what had been his home...and just...kept walking. Paw-like feet growing somewhat cold in the snow. After an hour or so, he would break into a sprint, and after a day, he would curl up amongst the white flakes and cry. He missed home. He missed warmth. He missed the bears and the cubs...and most of all, he missed the world he'd left behind for the much larger world. Ears falling flat against his head, he wandered aimlessly...until he remembered to wander purposefully. 

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As their son left, Belru turned back into the cave, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked towards the Lord of Time, a certain degree of accusation in her eyes. The wooden god walked slowly towards her and his onyx eyes stared into her green human eyes.

[centre][i]Those Eyes.[/i][/centre]

A shiver of primordial fear and guilt ran through the god, though he knew not why. He raised a wooden hand and placed it upon her cheek one final time, and he brought her head towards his and planted a kiss upon her forehead.
[colour=black][i]'Your pain is gone, your burden has been lifted. Rejoice, dear one,'[/i][/colour] and with that, his body became ethereal and began to melt away into the Fabric of Existence. The bears sadly watched him leave, just as they had Belvast, but Vowzra did not leave them as he had found them upon arrival. The bears had been implanted with a greater degree of adaptability and evolution. Within a few hundred years they would evolve into very different beings. Powerful beings. Such was the reward of those whom Vowzra's mercy shone upon. 
The last he Saw before he was completely gone were Belru's tearful eyes, and that primordial guilt ripped through him one final time. Those eyes, he knew with the certainty of Sight; those Eyes would have him.