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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)
17.5 Might 5 Freepoint[/colour]

[hider=Summary]Vowzra descends upon the corpse of Slough and creates a forcefield and bark cocoon around her [17 Might]
He considers pulverising Heartworm, but 'tis not Fated
He notices one of the tombs - it has a familiar soul within it
Cocoon, tomb and Vowzra melt away into the Fabric of Existence

The Treeminds awake one morning to find a strange bark orb lodged into one of the roots of Old Bark-Skin
They decide to leave the 'Heaven-Orb' alone
The cubs are attracted to it, play on it, and sleep near it

0.5 Might and 5 Freepoints Remaining[/hider]

[i]No glory have you here, oh Life, you bloomed to Death and Strife[/i][/centre]

Life had Died. But it had not died on Galbar. It had died long ago, and all knew it. What lay before them now was not the final resting place of Life. Its final resting place had been somewhere aforetime. Life itself had known that simple fact, and had wept to know it, and had run from it and striven to forget it. But forgetfulness could not remove the truth: Life had never truly blossomed on these Galbarian plains. Only the mockery of Life had, only the shadow of her glory and beauty had entered this World. And that was why those who professed to be lovers of beauty had hated her so, had hunted her so, and had sought her death with such vigour and resolve.

Ignoring the Jvanic presence and the Chaotic One who had been so unceremoniously removed by it, the Vicegerent descended towards the resting place of the deer. Even as he descended, its corpse rose up towards him, carried by a large, living tree trunk. As he looked, a small forcefield grew around the deer and the oaken trunk grew around it and created a cocoon for the body not dissimilar to the one they had housed it in so long ago. But he had not contributed to the cure back then, for it had been utterly futile. They had worried over her and created a ruckus, and they had raced to influence her all. Never could have a healthy fruit bloomed from so many divided wills and messages. What Life had needed then was a united, singular, Fated will. That it had not received, and it had not been Fated to receive. This Time it would be different. This Time it would be given what it needed to bloom.

He could not say with certainty that Life would return to Life - for only Life could will such a thing - but he could offer it the power, the will, and the [i]Time[/i] it needed. Not merely length of Time, but the ability to return to that brief moment in pre-existence, to that brief moment in Time before Time, when Life beat strongly within the heart of Life.

But it did not matter, in the end, how earnestly one led the thirsty animal to water; how sincerely one led the flock to safety; how truthfully one endeavoured towards the salvation of one's brethren, if the creature, the flock, those brethren did not wish for any of it. You could lead the horse to water, as the saying went - though he knew not who had first said - but you can't make it drink.

And so he strengthened the forcefield with his own strength, and he placed within the bark of the cocoon his own bark and wood, and he imbued it with the supreme energies of the Timeline and severed all ties between the present of the world outside the cocoon and the reality of what was within the cocoon. None would be able to penetrate it in order to affect the deer. None divided purpose or will would there be this Time. And as Fate willed, so would it be. And as the energies of Life willed, as they fought and struggled for survival, so would it be.

The wooden cocoon was severed from the trunk and Vowzra, without a look towards the Jvanic entity which stood guard nearby, considered something strange. He considered, for a few brief moments, going agains the direct will of Fate and blasting the unnatural creature into nothingness, but he knew that there was a certain djinni out there whose honour that would one day be. Till then, even this unnatural entity had a Fated purpose, even if Vowzra, with all his Sight, could not entirely See it.

There was, however, something else that he had not Seen before, but could now See. His gaze turned and his Eyes pierced one of the tombs. In it was an all too familiar soul.

Without further comment, he melted away into the fabric of existence, taking the cocoon - and the familiar tomb - with him. 

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Garagogarag Ogorogo knew not what to make of the strange wooden orb that had appeared overnight and embedded itself into one of the living root of Old Bark-Skin. It was a rather large orb, there was no denying. Large enough to fit two Treeminds inside it with ease. Those who had seen it when it came said that it came from the skies, from the Solitary Mount itself. Garagogarag Ogorogo knew not what to make of this, but he told his Tree-Arms to stand down. It would do no good for them to destroy something that had come from the holy mount, and he would not be the Tree-Claw who brought calamity and strife upon the Treeminds.

[color=007236][b]'Let the Heaven-Orb be, the Life has brought it here. Who are we to question the Will of the Life? We must as the Life commands obey,'[/b][/color] and with that the Tree-Claw and his Arms turned away from the strange orb, and the young cubs came towards it, and touched it, and they climbed upon it and found comfort in it and warmth, and they slept upon it and beside it, and perhaps the orb found comfort and warmth in them too.