[color=00a651][center][b][u]Naswaru The Relentless.[/u][/b][/center][/color]

The shadows whisper echoed through his senses. It seemed that it was a bit too much to ask for. Wanting her to come out of her shell to join the rest of the world would take more coxing then just a few words and sentences. [color=00a651]“Light does not reach into the earth unless brought there. If you found a large enough cavern underground, far from the light… I could fill it with many things you could call your own.”[/color] The large being regained his composure and stood. [color=00a651]“All you have to do is ask.”[/color]

They were interrupted by their brother, the god of lies seemed to be fully entangling himself with in the spire. He seemed to be engulfed by it. Slowly the light from the spire faded and where the god of lies once was stood another. Similar in body language but different in appearance. Naswaru was looking this new being over as where a few of the random experiments of the other gods. Then he spoke, something about Iarus, the God of Fear.

So that is what the spire was for. A new chord it would seem. This had never happened before at least not to his knowledge. The huntsmen knew he wasn’t invincible and that he could die but this was something different. To bond to a new chord entirely, presumably casting aside the old for the new. He was honestly impressed to see his brother grow but did he truly let go of his old self or did he simply hold onto both chords and lie about it? Questions for another time.

This whole thing was astonishing yes, but it seemed to have finally ended as the land and the plants began to move back toward the spire and away from each other. Perhaps this would be a good place to revisit and investigate. For now, he had other business to attend too. Before he could leave, a portal opened behind them with another creature that came walking out. The crystal entity delivered a letter before waving good bye by smashing its head with a rock.

Naswaru read the letter for a moment before leaving it for Oao, [color=00a651]“you know how to find me if you wish to talk. I hope your day goes well.”[/color] The only real good bye he would give her before taking off. He did not wish to go to either of the summons that were brought to him. A few things needed to be done. One of his many entrances was nearby and did not take him long to reach and enter.

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Entering his twilight home, the god spread his leathery wings and glided over the many landscapes. To him this place was beauty. It was after all his domain, his home. The separate biome's separated by endless and interconnected streams of thick mist. A boundary guarded by his Caretakers, one would think they looked like a cross between a heavily armored armadillo, an ancient reptile, and a big cat. Predatory in nature, these Caretakers keep the populations of the animals living here at manageable levels while also protecting his home.

The plateau that held what one would call his home was made up of vast huge trees that although spaced neatly apart from one another reached far into the sky and toward the cavern roof. The leaves held many colors that seemed to ripple and change like water and a light breeze. Bark seemed to vary as well, from natural oak and pine bark to stone or ice covering them. The trunks held a green gelatinous ooze with the center of each tree being hollow. The ooze was separated by great circular platforms that seemed to vary. Seeds, large and small, would grow at the base of these magnificent trees.

Each seed was made of the same bark materiel that covered its tree while being slightly clear or see through. Within each of these held something small, whatever floated inside the protective vessel seemed to move or twitch slightly. If one were to open it, they would find an infant creature. This was how Naswaru made and modified his creations. Everything starts as an idea that gets more and more work done to it the farther it goes down the tree. That is until it reaches the bottom where the final adjustments are made before it is released into its pod.

Every one of these creatures spends time with the huntsmen until they reach maturity. This is, so he knows it will survive, and he can bond with it, imprint knowledge that will be passed down to the next generations on how to hunt and survive. It was a long process but he enjoyed it. One such creature was finished with its growing period and ready to be released from its tree. This creature was special in that Naswaru had made it specifically for one of his brothers. He takes great pride in his work but whenever he does this for one of the others he can only get it so far.

Once it has reached the stage of its life where it is in a pod and ready to be brought into the world. The creature requires the divine energy of whom ever it was made for to awaken. This was to make sure it would bond with whomever it was for. This specific creature would grow into one of the largest creatures he’s ever made. Not only that but it has taken far longer than most of the other creatures he has made as well.

Sveiand the cold one, this one was made for him. A companion that will pass the test of time and survive his cold nights. The leviathan class creature although starting out small in time can very well reach the size of ice bergs. Its pointed lengthy body would be meant to match the frozen tundra and would be a very strong swimmer. With a friendly temperament toward its master with a playful nature in its younger years to give it time to bond. Growing into unflinching loyalty paired with matching intelligence. Naswaru was satisfied with this creation. All that had to be done now was delivered it to the god.

Emitting a sub sonic sound while he inspected the large crystal pod he called forth 3 of his Caretaker’s. The large armored creatures bounded up towards him and the large white tree. They approached slowly while the huntsmen inspected the crystal pod. Plucking the pod from the tree Naswaru turned and walked up to one of the caretakers placing it in front of it and speaking a word, [color=00a651][i]“Niflheim, Sveiand.”[/i][/color] It was all he said, it was all he had to say.

The three creatures turned and took off toward one of the nearby portals. One picked up the crystal pod with its mouth. They had a location and a recipient. Their scales slowly began turning a white and blue color as they leaped through the ice covered portal. And with that they were gone, leaving Naswaru to his own devices once more. The three would emerge from a small cave near the god of ice’s home and make their way to his palace where they will wait to deliver the package before returning.

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