[center][colour=Red][h3]Kirron[/h3][/colour][/center] Kirron brought the oversize boar leg to his mouth and tore off another chunk of flesh. Sitting where he was, he leisurely chewed until the last strands of muscle drew into his mouth. Another blast of hot wind blew through his hair in a gale. [colour=Red][b]"Oh! Right in his face! Hahahah!"[/b][/colour] He laughed though his mouthful. [colour=Red][b]"Watch the grapple, smokey! Watch the grapple-Ah! Couldn't escape!"[/b][/colour] Over the expanse of rocky earth and tufts of grass beneath the hill that was Kirron's seat, Sartravius' Phoenix virtually exploded into a new sun in the distance. The match between the giants was grand entertainment. [colour=Red][b]"How do you think he'll handle this one?"[/b][/colour] Kirron asked the Blood Cockatoo on his shoulder. "Uhm, I just remembered I have to be somewhere! Sorry, Kirron." The bird flew away as fast as it could behind the blood god. [colour=Red][b]"Suit yourself, little guy."[/b][/colour] Kirron tossed the stripped boar femur over his shoulder and tore off another limb from the carcass beside him. This world was getting better by the day. The excitement escalated to the point where Kirron found himself engulfed in a fiery blast of glass, stone, and sand. [colour=Red][b]"Augh! My lunch! Damn it!"[/b][/colour] [hr] Kirron did not spend too much time gawking at the new additions to the continent he had already traversed. Narzhak and Sartravius' scuffle was an interesting diversion, but it had little to do with him or his interests. Nevertheless, once past the new desert, he marvelled at just how green Sheng's new rivers had made the place. This would be a region to note. Red follows green in many things, he knew. Onwards he travelled until he reached the tip of the Dragon's Foot. He took one last panning look over the horizon of blue ocean before turning on a heel and walking backwards. And then he ran up to a great jump. Heliopolis sparked off the endless rough surface below, only to be obscured by fluffy clouds whizzing by to his left and right. Kirron's squinting eyes widened just a little as, after some time, the approaching ocean below gave way to a rapidly rising shock of rough stone. His arms flailed to readjust to moment before his feet made impact. He kicked up a long line of dust as he slowed to a tumbling stop up the incline of a mountain. Scree slid and tumbled. Kirron's upper half emerged from the settling dust cloud and he shook his head to get the stones out of his hair. He quickly peered around. [colour=Red][b]"I need to get a better view of this place."[/b][/colour] [hr] Curiosity kept the blood god silent. Hand over hand carried him up the last sheer rock face before he reached the top of the mountain. One final jump and his feet clomped down with purchase. He rose, letting his shoulders rest back and his lips curl into a half-smile. [colour=Red][b]"Ohannakeloi, you pinchy little artist."[/b][/colour] He rested a fist on his hip. [colour=Red][b]"You outdid me here. Well done."[/b][/colour] Kirron sat down and took a nose full of the thin, high-altitude air. He let out his breath slowly and with satisfaction. [colour=Red][b]"Let's try something else. Something to really bring about action."[/b][/colour] He curled a fist shut. His other palm pressed on it to make all his fingers crackle. He cracked the fingers of his other fist just the same. Slowly, he brought himself up to his knees, breathed in, and lifted his fists up over his shoulders. [hr] The soft, empty breeze over central and eastern Atokhekwoi gave peace to the sleeping stones it caressed. The land was a vast and lifeless place, fresh as it was raised by its god. With so little change, the land could only bear a new sensation from a most ominous herald. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZagsLrNzg3I&t=320]It started so small that the fine dust in the air was louder.[/url] But the dust pulsed. The breeze gave way. A rhythm echoed from the mountains. No earthquake was as deliberate. No storm stopped in voids of sound like a beating heart. The beat grew into a volume heard across the land. And across the sea. And across the world. Soft. Then growing louder. The stones of Atokhekwoi shuddered with each beat, shifting in their beds. Smaller rocks and dust fell in flows from previously rested positions. The land itself flowed for a blink with every beat, freezing in the small gaps of silence. And then a dab of red spattered into the dry surface. Another fell nearby, greater this time. Following the rhythm of the mountain drumming delayed by the time they took to travel, sheets of bright blood rained from a high arc. Each bar of timing threw another shade of crimson on the plain earth. The land grew richer and shone with the sparkling liquid. For every droplet that dried in the sun, the rain intensified. Rivulets soon grew into creeks. The heady smell running down the mountains drowned Atokhekwoi in a power the world hardly knew. Just as the red rain grew into a mist that obscured all senses, the running blood pulsed. It pulsed with the drumming up the mountain as lumps grew from its opaque surface. The lumps grew tails and limbs of all different lengths. They grew heads of all different sizes. They grew teeth and jaws for eating flesh and vegetation alike. Large eyelids split open to see the world around them. The shapes of the creatures outgrew the viscosity of the blood. They lifted their hulking bodies from the red-drenched stones and roared into the sky. With their cries, the stones shattered, and between them sprouted high grasses, shrubs, and hardy trees, all a deep red. Up on the mountain, Kirron's fists beat the song into the stone of the mountain. Every arc of his arms sprayed blood leaking from his split skin. The creatures grew to a size where the bloody mats of their feathers or furs bristled in wet clumps despite the endless rain. Their corded and brutish bodies tensed with the smell of blood and the energy of the beat. They immediately set upon one another in an overpopulated free-for-all. Claws rent hide and teeth ripped at necks. Horns impaled lungs and tails beat in ribcages. The carnage went on with the sound of the drums goading it. More lumps grew from the blood to replace the fallen. The great savage spill settled only with the halting of the red rain. Kirron stood up to his feet again, his chest rising and falling to catch his breath. His shoulders and arms, red as they were, were made vivid with a glistening layer of his own blood covering their length. He spread his arms up. One last flick of blood arced from his fingers. He bellowed at the red land around him. [colour=Red][b]"Let the largest walk the earth!"[/b][/colour] [hider=...FROM A LACERATED SKAAAAAY...BLEEDING IT'S HEARRRRT!] Kirron watches the Phoenix/Narzhak fight and enjoys himself. After the desert explosion, he goes wandering and jumps to Atokhekwoi. He is chuffed to see that Ohannakeloi one-upped him hard on the landscaping. Kirron climbs a mountain in the big elevated part of the east of the continent. Surveying the empty land, he feels it's incomplete. Kirron decides to solve the issue by beating his fists against the mountain until he starts bleeding everywhere in a several-hundred mile radius. Plants, dinosaurs, and megafauna rise from his blood and start tearing each other to shreds until the music stops. Kirron presses against the fourth wall to herald the new age coming up. The resulting life in Kirron's bloodrain makes up the [i]Great Hooflands[/i]. A double-cost big-flex ecosystem. It spans the land in a rough circle around the mountains roughly between Kangjiang River and Mount Chop (I'll put the map edit on the Discord server soonish). This region ranges from tropical in the north to dry heat in the south and is home to all kinds of mundane dinosaurs, megafauna, and enough lesser lifeforms required to sustain them. This ensures the land will be dangerous to tame. [/hider] [hider=Might Summary] Before: [i]Kirron - Blood, Strength - 5 MP - 12 FP[/i] -8 FP: To create the 'Great Hooflands,' a truly massive ecosystem. After: [i]Kirron - Blood, Strength - 5 MP - 4 FP[/i] Maybe I should have just poured all of my FP into this ecosystem, huh? [/hider]