[center]Climb your mountain, feed your home,
Bring not your goals in spite.
A hate brings fire and cuts the stone
And bitterly you shall fight.

Every cut will drown your mirth,
Each conquest mixes mud.
Your horrors wound and rive the earth
'Till springs weep red with blood.

[colour=Red][h3]Kirron[/h3][/colour][/center]

A few muffled voices tried to interrupt Kirron's solitude. The water around him absorbed most of it. His upper lip lifted in defiance like a child wanting just a few minutes longer to sleep in the morning. With his eyes closed, sitting up on the floor of the dark pool of water with his knuckles together, he kept himself at arms length from the chaos above.

How their hearts thudded. How their energy ran high. How pure their blood was, each and every one of them. Including himself.

Kirron had no trouble eavesdropping. With knowledge bestowed of those around him, his lips quirked up at how it applied to the interactions. Friends, enemies, and more. He felt his own impressions of the beings summed up in easy enough thoughts. It was odd how much noise they made given the lack of things they had to do.

Well, perhaps a few of them had some things to do. Not Kirron. He did not [i]feel[/i] any need to do anything.

At least at first.

His eyes opened. He stood up, looked up. Up there were rays of fresh light wavering and refracting on the surface. He pushed off the floor with his feet and drifted up.

The less distracted deities might have noticed him on the way up. His breaking of the water's surface at the edge of the Architect's great dais was more apparent. A head of short white hair launching up in front of a pair of hulking arms that grabbed onto the dais floor. Kirron hoisted himself up, revealing himself dripping wet from his bright red skin and simplistic hide and bone clothing. He stood, stopped, and stretched his arms up, yawning deeply. After a quick adjustment of the large animal skull strapped to his shoulder, he took a few steps forward, sniffing and looking across the ground.

[colour=Red][b]"Hmph. Where'd it go?"[/b][/colour] He mumbled in a baritone. [colour=Red][b]"It was here before."[/b][/colour]

He knelt down in front of the nearest blood stain. He dabbed his thumb in the blood and felt it between his fingers.

He paused in thought, and then poked out his lower lip and shrugged. [colour=Red][b]"Strange."[/b][/colour]

Kirron stood and rested his hands on his hips, regarding the crystals and the other gods. [colour=Red][b]"Are your feet stuck or something? Go out and find something to do, you slouches."[/b][/colour] he said, before turning and starting towards a crystal.

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Kirron was sitting at the bottom of the pool. He swam up, checked out a bit of spilt blood, and then sassed everyone.
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