[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fTD5yRH.png[/img] [color=black][b]0 MP/0 FP [/b][/color] [/center] A nameless war raged in the quiet of Veradax. Amidst the scarlet lightning of fierce clouds the battle ensued as ash danced. It was a great struggle that only a few could truly see. For there were no combatants in this war, yet there was still casualties. The pull of the Mar Tree was not as great as the vortex, but then again, this soul ash was not yet decayed and so the tree beckoned them. It did not whisper sweet nothings, or promise power, it simply called them to join and such ash was easy prey. But not all came so easily. A few, resisted. It was one such piece that fought for something greater. It had danced the dance of the pull, and ever closer it descended with countless others who it shared kinship with. For they had all burned anew in the pyre’s had they not? But this piece, whether it knew what was happening to its siblings or not, was destined for something [i]else[/i]. A possibility. And so it struggled against the pull, desperately without thought. As it came closer to the crown of the Mar, when all hope seemed lost and futile, a gentle wind carried away, past the tree. Down, down it went. Past a crippled God too consumed by thought to even notice such a small speck. Something glistened in the twilight upon the cold earth, multiple somethings, but one was far greater than the rest. It’s call was sweet and sincere, while the others were cold and sorrowful. That was were it landed, upon a tear cast aside, and then everything changed. [hr] Movement. It was so subtle, he barely even noticed, but when Orvus looked to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him, he eyes widened. Before him, small things stirred in the dark. Little fragments of light...and he knew what they were- his tears. They were grouping together, faster and faster, each adding a small plink to the mass as their light grew in intensity. Orvus watched, perplexed by this as the light became blinding. He stood up, shielding his eyes with a hand. Was it some sort of attack by one of his siblings? He began to walk towards the light, fearing the worst before whatever it was doing reached fruition. Then all at once, the light faded. Hesitantly, Orvus lowered his hand, preparing to go on the defensive. But he froze when he looked upon the figure that was before him. On its hands and knees, the core of its body glowed a soft white to its elbows and knees, were then it’s skin was inky black...much like his own. It had a small body, a trembling body, with short curly hair a top it’s head, draped down to cover its face. Hair made of the same glowing white. And then slowly it sat up and it- no [i]she[/i] looked at him with large, inky black eyes. His own eyes, but of the opposite color, reflected back at him with an expression of confusion, mixed with fear. She was smaller then he, much smaller, and her body was that of a lithe figure. She blinked once, twice and began to stand up. But her legs were that of a new fawn, and quickly she began to fall but Orvus caught her before she fell completely. And when his fingers touched her skin, he felt nothing… [hr] Her head was spinning. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to stand after all, but at least her father had caught her. His touch was frighteningly cold, but it was only a small relief when he let go, and she fell to her knees on the hard ground. Somehow, it was even colder. She looked up at her father, for this was who she knew him to be, somehow. Her eyes expressed hurt, while his were distant, painfully so. There was a tense silence between the two of them, a silence she absolutely despised. It was too quiet, how could anyone think with all the quiet? She needed to break the silence, and so, she did. [color=ivory]”I-I-I-I-I!”[/color] Soft and high her voice shouted out. Her eyes seemed to grin as she bathed in the excitement of her own voice. But she noticed her Father’s watchful gaze, and now it was full of disappointment. [color=ivory]”I-I’m sorry for my outburst father.”[/color] she said softly, [color=ivory]”I’ve never spoken before, it was rather...exciting. I don’t know how you manage the silence, it’s so...so quiet.”[/color] she finished squinting. The God before her said nothing for a moment, [color=black]”Daughter…”[/color] he whispered softly. His eyes briefly expressing wonder, before returning to the same impassive look as before. [color=black]”You should not be here.”[/color] he stated emotionlessly. The words struck her like a physical blow, and she recoiled. Confusion welled up inside her and she began to stammer, [color=oldlace]”W-What? What d-do you mean?”[/color] Why did her father not want her to be there? [color=oldlace]”D-Did I do something wrong?”[/color] she asked. He took a step back, [color=black]”Yes,”[/color] he said, [color=black]”Y-You exist.”[/color] he then turned around, and began to walk away. She sat there, stunned, not really knowing what to say, or what to do. Something began to cloud her vision, something black that fell from her eyes. She tried to stand again, but fell and this time he did not save her from falling. She had no idea why she felt the way she did, but she knew it was something she didn’t like. She existed, and he did not want her. What happened next, she barely understood. She saw her father underneath a great black thing, with twisting limbs. Each limp contained something that looked like a ball of some sort. The tree then pulsed, and the motes of light began to leave the branches. Her father looked up at the tree, then he looked back at her, his eyes going wide. The motes began to float towards her, they were very pretty but then a gust of wind grabbed and she felt herself being carried away. She screamed his name, a wail of desperation but he did not answer. Up and up she went, the clouds opening up to reveal a distant sun, and then she entered the hole in the clouds and suddenly she was falling. Falling through another storm’s eye, down into a deep blue. She braced herself for the impact, but it never came. Another gust of wind caught her, and ever so gently guided her down into the water. When she entered, she felt warmth for the first time, and amidst the calm waters, she floated. Temporarily forgetting what had just happened to her. And it was there she was the moon for the first time, her home. Where her father was. How was she ever going to get back? [hider=Summary] Thousands of soul ash are pulled down to the Mar Tree, where they join it. One piece of soul ash, fights against the pull and ends up entering the tear Arae left behind On Veradax. Orvus quickly notices the disturbance before him and notes that all of his shed tears are gathering to form something. A being is created, much to his disbelief. She is a smaller version of Orvus with a swapped color pallete and she has no black stars on her body. In fact, the only black on her body are her eyes, and her elbows down to her hands and knees down to her feet. They have a brief exchange, she’s really happy to be alive and she knows Orvus is her father. Orvus however tells her she shouldn’t exist and this makes her really sad. Next the Mar Tree activates and motes being to float towards her, because she still hasn’t learned how to walk. Through the haze of her tears, she sees Orvus look genuinely concerned but before she can act, a gust of wind picks her up and takes her up into the clouds. She is instantly transported to the Maelstrom, which is oddly calm and even helpful. She lands in the water and begins to float. She sees the moon for the first time, her home, and wonders how to get back there. [/hider] [hider=Might Expenditure] Orvus; Started With: 0MP & 0FP 1MP spent to create ‘Her’ but Discounted to 0MP through the Desolation Portfolio. (Her destructive capabilities will be explored later.) Broke sad boi Portfolios: 10/10FP Towards Asteroids Unlock > Not Purchased 3/5 Towards [b]Soul[/b] Decay Unlock > Not Available for Purchase. [/hider]