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It began with a sound. A tear, a crack, a bang, what did it matter? He heard something for the first time in centuries; his time of rest was over and his time of action had begun.

Zetsibo shifted and twisted from form to form in the darkness above as he tried to settle on body for this cycle, after all he needed a form that would incite [b]despair[/b] in all the little things his peers would creat. After a time his form settled into a humanoid figure of shadowy substance and bone, his head would be comparable to that of a wolf skull if not for the great horns protruding from just above his new form's empty black eyes. The being's torso seemed to be fortified by bone and his arms ended in elongated black claws. From the torso down the shadows elongated and twisted to form a pair of legs. Zetsibo examined his new form with some mild interest; the skull would do most definitely, however it still felt a little...bland. With a snap of his claws rows of white feathers formed along the deities shoulders and bag,gradually quickly being replaced with black as more formed down until the cloak reached the bottom of his legs. Satisfied, he discarded the cloak for now; he had much work to do before he could settle into such fanciful clothes.

Zetsibo turned to his next obligation before he could do much else; his core. Holding out his hands the Icon of Despair opened his skeletal mouth and 'exhaled' a stream of shadowy vapor into the palm of his hands, as it formed into something of a spherical shape it solidified and began to flicker and darken as streaks of almost painfully bright white light moved along the surface of Zetsibo's core. Truly an orb worthy of himself. Now complete, the core vanished and without another thought about it, Zetsibo turned to other matters

Having sufficiently prepared himself for the cycle ahead Zetsibo now needed to prepare his domain. A simple swap of his hand through the empty space around him opened the way to his realm, stepping through Zetsibo examined the barren plains around him. The sky seemed to have darkened since the Roil, that would not do at all. As the thought entered his mind the stark white sky of the Despairing Planes grew far light,piercingly light. Now he had adjusted the sky the Icon of Despair examined the rest of his realm, simply walking for some time and examining the mounds of blackened rubble that may have once been villages; perhaps a few had been fortresses of some long since dead servant. It mattered little to him; the great game would continue and he would create and consume servants as needed, all to create the [b]despair[/b] he so craved. 

As Zetsibo raised his finger to once again leave his little slice of existence, a name popped into his mind. Ab'thar. After pausing for a moment to consider whether it was yet worth bringing his avatar into existence,he Icon of [b]Despair[/b] shrugged and waved his shadowy arm with a flourish. Immediately after the movement a small clump of dark vapor left the deities body and rapidly began to grow and shift into somewhat of a hound-like form from the abdomen up before a white wolfish skull formed atop the being.  The avatar of Zetsibo looked up at it's master before letting out a 'howl'. It was a terrible noise, like the failing scream of a man with a popped lung. After the Houndlord was done Zetsibo simply said "Wait." before tearing open a portal and stepping back into the barren canvas that was the mortal realm.

Reappearing in the mortal realm with the burning white sky of his domain at his back, the god of [b]despair[/b] sought out those who had also awakened and was pleased to quickly find both Anacahe and Perillian already awake. He would have gave a smile if he could however given his form he simply settled for a simple greeting "Ah there you are, I thought I was the first to have awoken for a moment. You both slept well I trust?" his voice seemed to echo outward from inside his skull, however given Zetsibo often favored rather skeletal forms this would likely not be met with much surprise from anyone present.