[center] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2b4925ee-b215-4b89-a794-5058a6c53e13.png[/img] [colour=lightseagreen][h1][b][i]Ashalla[/i][/b][/h1] [b]Goddess of Oceans[/b][/colour] [/center] As Ashalla stood by the crystals and watched many of her siblings approach, she tasted something foul in the waters. It drew her attention away from Galbar and the gods and towards the source of this disgusting flavour which was polluting the lake and, by extension, herself. Her eyes turned to look at the source -- a bloodied tendril of demon flesh in a growing slick of foul ichor. It disgusted her, and she knew it had to be dealt with. Ashalla flowed away from her crystal and towards the severed finger. When she was close enough, and no closer, she stretched out an arm and pointed at the offence to her senses. A whirlpool formed around the finger and gathered the ichor into one place. She then swept her arm aside and the whirlpool followed it, carrying the giant finger and ichor up onto an island where they were deposited. Ashalla's face was still contorted by the bitter aftertaste which that ichor left in the water. She drew up to as much height as she could easily muster so that her height was comparable to Anzillu's and turned to face the demon. [colour=Lightseagreen][b]"Don't let your ichor pollute my waters,"[/b][/colour] she said in a voice like distant rolling thunder laced with loathing. After staring down the demon for a few moments, Ashalla turned and receded. It was not worth escalating. A warning would be adequate, for the foul-tasting one had not intentionally spilt its ichor into her water. Turning her attention elsewhere, she spotted the little goddess named Chopstick Eyes searching the water. While Choppy's eyes couldn't pierce the depths of the lake, Ashalla felt everything in the lake because, in a sense, she [i]was[/i] the lake. And within the lake Ashalla felt something touched with a faint trace of essence match that of Chopstick Eyes. She extended a submarine tendril towards the object, which was a metal cleaver, and pulled it towards herself. She considered the object for a few moments, then flowed towards Chopstick Eyes. [colour=lightseagreen][b]"Little-yet-feisty one,"[/b][/colour] Ashalla greeted with a voice like rolling waves as she towered over the goddess, her tone calm and friendly. The water next to Chopstick Eyes bubbled like a spring and her cleaver rose to the surface of the water within her reach. [colour=lightseagreen][b]"Here is your item. I find it strange that a god would need such objects, but I suppose one with a frail form like your own needs what help they can get."[/b][/colour] [hider=In which Ashalla potentially insults two gods] Ashalla ignores her crystal for the moment. She goes to clean up the mess left by Anzillu, because the taste of his polluting ichor disgusts her. Ashalla lets Anzillu know that. Ashalla then finds Choppy's knife and returns it to Choppy. While she attempts to be good-natured, she speaks her mind and says that Choppy only needs the knife because she's a little weakling. Ashalla hasn't heard of being diplomatic yet. [b]Might Summary[/b] [u]Ashalla[/u] [i]Start:[/i] 5 MP and 20 FP No Might spent. [/hider]