[colour=darkorange][i]‘’[/i][/colour] -- [centre] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fTD5yRH.png[/img] [color=black][b]5 MP/20 FP Starting[/b][/color] & Khoui-Gon Jinn as [h1][color=darkorange]𝔖 𝔢 𝔦 𝔥 𝔡 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔞[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/eZ1zzNM.png[/img] [hider=Seihdhara of the Red Hair | The Crimson Goddess] Goddess of [i]Martial Combat[/i] 5 Might and 20 Freepoints[/hider][img]https://i.imgur.com/o5T6T0Q.png[/img][/centre] [indent][sub]Time: The Day the Gods Came[/sub][/indent] Orvus was alone once more. Such loneliness did not bother him however, it only reminded him of what he had lost. It was tranquil to float without care, to let his mind relax with what had been forced into his being. It was but a sliver of the peace he had craved once, and without a care in the world, Orvus shut his eyes, and let the sensation of weightlessness wash over him. With Urhu’s voice behind her, Seihdhara fell through the great tunnel torn into the old Ogre’s moon by Orvus as he descended. The living torc of hair around her wrist seemed to tighten as she descended, and all about her the tunnel grew hotter and tighter until she could descend no further. Frowning, she looked down and saw that the tunnel was swiftly collapsing below her. But if Orvus had managed to force his way through (well, he was savagely stomped through, but force was used) she reasoned that there was nothing stopping her from doing the same. Clenching her fists and tensing her body, she slammed the tunnel’s walls lightly with her forearms and felt them reverberate in response. Using her feet to push herself upward where there was slightly more space for her to manoeuvre, she plunged downward head-first. The hair-torc had wrapped itself about her right fist like a molten glove and she punched downward with such force that the tunnel exploded wide open before her and she seemed to accelerate in her descent - the heat seemed only to inflame the hair further and quicken her, and even the dead strands on her head seemed to sigh with the echoes of a life that had suffused them not too long ago. At last the goddess emerged on the moon’s far side, exploding from an already-formed crater and only adding to the deep scar that now marred the ugly old Ogre’s moon. It was only right that a one-eyed monstrosity such as the Ogre should have a moon with a gaping black maw like the one that sat gawking in the middle of his face! Now floating free in the endlessness of space, the fiery-haired goddess looked about for the one who had been faultlessly assaulted. Seeing nothing, she filled her lungs with… nothing, it was merely force of habit again, and called for him. [colour=darkorange][i]‘ORVYYYYYYY!’[/i][/colour] Orvus heard something in the dark of space. A voice, and with it, his peace was shattered. His eyes snapped open, a small source of light. He looked about, curious and greatly annoyed to be disturbed so soon. It didn’t take him long to find the culprit, his sister, Seihdhara. It only made sense to look in the direction of the moon. Where else would a voice come from? She was floating in his general direction, with speed no less and Orvus wondered why. For Seihdhara had spotted him and, bearing a great smile on her face, was speeding towards him with the residual power from her forceful descent through the moon. Why would the Goddess of Martial Combat want anything to do with a being like him? Why had she flung herself down through the planet? Why had she called out his name? So perplexed by this, Orvus said nothing but watched her. Her red hair, like a beacon in the dark sea of space. Bearing down on him at great speed, Seihdhara opened her arms wide and shouted a warning to Orvy before she slammed into him and wrapped her two great arms about him in just the kind of embrace Urhu had warned her against not moments before. [colour=darkorange][i]‘Gotcha Orvy!’[/i][/colour] She cried with a slight giggle, [colour=darkorange][i]‘Are you ok? That was a long way down wasn’t it? That lumbering Cackler stepped on you! Are you hurt?’[/i][/colour] Even as she spoke her hand felt his head and arms to see if he was whole and uninjured. Orvus froze the moment she touched him, his body going completely rigged. His eyes went wide, expressing morbid horror. It was not the fact that another dared to touch him. No, it was far worse. He could not feel [i]her[/i]. Seihdhara’s touch felt as empty as he. There was no warmth, no compassion, just a meaningless embrace. It was as if a ghost had grasped him. He did not reply to her questions, instead, he touched her face slowly. The moment his fingers caressed her cheek (she shivered slightly at his touch), he knew the reverse to be true. Any physical contact he could make, and receive, would be devoid of affection, and it felt wrong. So [i]wrong.[/i] Feeling that something was not quite right, Seihdhara frowned and tightened her grip about him. Looking into his shadowy face and eyes of blinding light, her eyes were full of questions. [colour=darkorange][i]‘Orvy. Tell me what’s wrong.’[/i][/colour] More questions flooded into his mind like a monsoon. Panic gripped him, and he felt himself losing control. So he did the only thing he knew he could control. He shoved Seihdhara away from him. He did not, [i]could not,[/i] be in her embrace any longer. Feeling that her touch discomforted him greatly, she let go as he pushed her away, but kept her eyes on him and raised her hands submissively. [colour=darkorange][i]‘Hey hey. Don’t worry, don’t panic. Just relax. Here, I won’t say anything.’[/i][/colour] And she grew quiet and tried to allow what previous peace had existed to return. His hands clenched into fists, the days confusion and repeated frustrations were beginning to take their toll upon Orvus. He turned away from Seihdhara, still without a word to be said. He needed to calm down, letting his rage overwhelm him again would be unsightly. He hated not being able to be in control of himself, but why was that? What did he have to lose when the rage surfaced? He hated them all, even [i]her[/i]. His hands grasped the sides of his head, and he seemed to scream without a sound. He shut his eyes, and let his thoughts play out before him. It was the helplessness of not being in control, of lashing out at everything that somehow made him fight to remain in control. It was such an odd circumstance. The one thing he felt most in this new existence, was to destroy. Not to create, but to destroy. So why was not being able to feel her so upsetting to him? Why? It only made sense the more he thought about it. She was of creation, he was not. Yet, what if he could feel? When the rage took over, he did not feel so [i]empty[/i]. And a dark thought crossed his mind. Perhaps he could feel after all. Orvus let his hands fall to his sides, they were trembling. His whole body began to tremble. His shadow began to coalesce just like before, his dim stars began to glow brighter. Slowly he turned around to face Seihdhara, his sister. His eyes expressed a deep sadness, but he needed to feel. He had to try. Her eyes seemed to reflect his own, and she grew closer to him until there was little more than a handspan between them. And, in the language eyes only knew, she spoke. [centre][youtube]https://youtu.be/FIhwm8NF_6U[/youtube][/centre] He spoke for the second time in his existence between the closing space betwixt them. [sub][color=black]”Forgive...me…”[/color][/sub] he whispered in a shaky voice. The two brief words full of remorse. She cocked her head at his words and shrugged. [colour=darkorange][i]‘There’s nothing to forgive Orvy. Go on, let go. I can take it.’[/i][/colour] He let the rage take over, and Orvus exploded. Spewing forth from his body, shadow and light mixed together to form his desolation. It eroded, it shattered, it bent creation to it’s one true purpose in existence. To End. To become DUST! As he radiated such destruction, he forcefully grabbed Seihdhara by either arm and pressed his fingers into her flesh. She groaned but was otherwise silent, her emerald eyes burning defiantly even as she resisted lashing out. He needed to feel. And the desolation fell all about her and engulfed her, and her skin seemed to wilt and her already dead hairs shrivelled and lost all colour. And they became a rusty brown which faded into yellowness, and then even that disappeared and her hair became whiter than snow. But the living strand around her right wrist seemed to glow ever the brighter and screamed out, and it unravelled and revolved about her in a glowing flame-red whirlwind. And Seihdhara’s eyes shone green and living, and she set her jaw and gripped Orvus’ arms tightly. He cared not for what he was actually causing Seihdhara to go through. He just needed to feel something! Anything! But he didn’t… And for the briefest of moments Orvus was utterly defeated, and his Aura died out, causing a short reprieve for Seihdhara. His eyes spoke only of longing. But his thoughts quickly turned further to rage and his aura exploded once more. He let go, and slapped her away from him. Seihdhara did not entirely notice the scornful gesture, focused as she was on the burning, living fires welling up in her gut and flowering everywhere within her as though spurred on rather than hindered by Orvus’ vacant aura. If HE. Could not FEEL. Then HE. Would make HER. [color=black]FEEL![/color] From his hands came forth a rock, and he forced it to grow, no longer thinking of [i]what[/i] he was actually doing. And the rock grew larger still, growing jagged and cruel. He held it above him as it grew, still larger. At last, when it rivaled that of a mountain in size, he hardened the rock, making it dense and metallic. Finally, he looked to Seihdhara for a brief moment, his eyes expressing a profound hatred, and with a scream that seemed to rip apart reality, he flung it at her with speed and force. The single living strand of flaming hair spun and whirled about the now waxen-haired goddess, and her glowing green eyes and furrowed brows told that the goddess well those passions knew that spoke of combat and the striking of flesh on flesh and stone on stone and steel on steel. And she was well-aware that behind her was the old Ogre’s moon and that on it were her siblings. Were this asteroid to strike the moon then the damage done to them would be… fury surged through her and the strand of hair spun and turned about her ever the faster till it had become a blur and seemed like nothing but a shifting red orb around her. Making directly for the asteroid she placed her hands upon it and, with an immense feat of strength that gushed forth from a part of her that held endless fiery flames, she forcefully pulled and heaved and redirected the asteroid away from the moon. She watched it go, relieved that she had spared her siblings the hurt that could have befallen them were that terrible thing to land on their place of entrance into this world. So it took her a few long moments to realise, with horror, that the asteroid was now heading directly for Galbar! [colour=darkorange][i]‘N-no…’[/i][/colour] she moaned, her face contorting in horror and worry. She made to go after it, but her mobility was restricted in the emptiness of space and there was little she could do to catch up with the accelerating mountainous mass. She turned on Orvus with a fury. [colour=darkorange][i]‘Idiot! I said that [b]I can take it[/b], why are you targeting others?’[/i][/colour] Fists clenched and her face knotted in a scowl, she sped towards him and, before he could respond in any way, struck an almighty punch right to where his gut should have been were he not smoke and shadow. [colour=darkorange][i]‘I’m [b]here[/b], boyo!’[/i][/colour] > The second the Asteroid had left his grasp, Orvus’ temper had abandoned him and he watched as the mountainous rock flew at his sister, with little care to be had. He was more concerned with the fact that he had [i]created[/i]. He looked at his hands, for they were no longer shaking and his eyes were wide with disbelief. He looked back at the Asteroid, which Seihdhara had redirected towards Galbar. His first creation, gone towards a greater purpose. He turned back around when Seihdhara addressed him as an idiot, and still said nothing. In a flash she was before him, and with an almighty punch, she made him feel physical [i]pain[/i]. A first for him, and he clutched himself, taken aback by the blow. He looked at Seihdhara with a triumphant expression. Not only had he made her feel something, he had done what he thought inconceivable. He had born into existence the first asteroid, and with it, came the feeling of pain. For the third time in his existence he spoke. [sub][color=black]”Thank… You…”[/color][/sub] He whispered. Her eyes softened immediately on hearing his faltering words and all anger left her. Tears glistened in her eyes and she looked at the asteroid heading for Galbar. [colour=darkorange][i]‘O… Orvy. [b]I[/b] I can take it. You understand?’[/i][/colour] She clenched a fist and raised it, the red torc around her fist glowing startlingly against the white dead hairs on her head. [colour=darkorange][i]‘Come to me when you need to… well, let go. It can be good - but you need to do it right, you know?’[/i][/colour] She looked into his bright eyes, looking for a sign that he understood, that something had come of this. Orvus listened to Seihdhara, saw how she clenched her first. She was still angry. Good, that meant she felt. But he also saw what he had done to her, her fiery hair now petrified white. He also felt regret. So he knew, what she asked of him would be difficult at best, for sometimes, it didn’t have to be done right. He would tell her what she wanted to hear. It was the least he could do. He spoke softly again, his voice devoid of any emotion, [sub][color=black]”I… I’ll… Try…”[/color][/sub] Seihdhara beamed, a small smile spreading across her lips. She opened her arms invitingly - this time she did not force the embrace upon him, but it was there for him to accept. Orvus looked at her, with a dejected expression and at the open embrace that looked so warm. So inviting. It was not for him. He turned away from her, and began to float away. She chuckled and let her arms drop and fiddled with her now white hair. The single living strand stroked at her nose and a pensiveness came about her. She would have to find a way to return her hair to life. And when it was back, Orvus would feel the warmth of her embrace. Orvus watched the Asteroid as it went to meet its destiny, and he followed it. For his sphere called him, and the faintest bit of hope imaginable, Orvus knew what he had to create. To prove to them all, that he could be their equal. That he, could rise above them in every way. And as quickly as it came, the sliver of hope died just like that. For where Orvus went, Desolation would follow. Desolation, it seemed, and a stubbornly burning goddess. As Orvus made his slow way towards his sphere, Seihdhara floated after him. A single strand of burning hair extended between them, wrapped around Orvus’ ankle. The Crimson Goddess (crimson in spirit even if her hair had died) looked back towards the scarred but otherwise unharmed home of the Ogre, and she smiled. [colour=darkorange][i]‘Show some gratitude you ugly old Ogre!’[/i][/colour] She cried, and her voice was followed by the sound of giggling and peals of joyous laughter. [indent][hider=Summary] Seihdhara tunnels after Orvus and gives him a big bear hug when she sees him. He doesn’t react too well. He eventually makes a big asteroid and chucks it at her, as a hello if you will. Seihdhara deflects it so it doesn’t hit the Architect’s moon, but now IT IS HEADING RIGHT FOR GALBAR. Seihdhara punches him, and he thanks her for both feeling and making him feel, and he also seems satisfied for having created something (the asteroid). They have what [i]might[/i] have been a bonding moment, but who knows with these things. Orvus sets off towards his sphere, and Seihdhara follows him. Oh, and Seihdara’s hair is white now. Ew. We need to do something about this IMMEDIATELY. [hider=Might Expenditure] [hider=Orvus] 8FP to create an asteroid, the size of a large mountain. 2FP to harden said asteroid to that of an unknown alloy. 10/10 FP -> For Asteroid Portfolio Unlock 3MP for the Aura of Desolation, which his Portfolio enhances further. More details coming ~soon. {wiki page} 2MP&10FP remaining[/hider] [hider=Seihdhara] 1 Might spent to tunnel after Orvus. (1 / 5 Might towards Strength portfolio) 4 Might spent to redirect Orvus’ asteroid from the old Ogre’s moon (5 / 5 Might towards unlocking the Strength portfolio) [/hider][/hider][/hider][/indent] --