[Center] [h1][color=plum]Laurien[/color][/h1] & Bujzell [/center] [hr] [center] Before Laurien went back to Li[/center] Laurien flew over the continent of Vakk's creation, passing far and wide of the lands minimalistic features. There was nothing immensely riveting about its features and the life was small an uninteresting. It paled in comparison to the Dragon's Foot and she was about to return when something caught her attention. A village of sorts. Had she been wrong in her initial assessment? Was there more than mundane life upon this land? It intrigued her, for Laurien was one to find mortal life to be the single most interesting thing upon Galbar. Who and what would these people be? She flew closer to take a look. Huts of rock spotted the stony cove beach, backing up to the jungle. A river cut through the middle. Laurien could feel a presence here, something existing in the negative space, watching from the in between. As she neared the huts, a small gathering of the local inhabitants gathered about her. Golden skinned, chitinous bipeds without mouths or feet. One steps forward and asks, “What are you?” She tilted her head at the beings. She had never seen their kind before. They were strangely alluring, perhaps even beautiful and they had desires. [Color=plum]"I could ask the same of you. But as I am a guest here I shall answer thee. My name is Laurien and I am a traveling god. Now, what might you be?"[/color] “I am Praz, seventh of Got. It is a silly sentence you just spoke. Why say that you could ask me, then imply you will not, then ask?” Praz, the Buzjell asked. Its eyes were full of curiosity and wonder, with perhaps a hint of understanding. Laurien smirked. [Color=plum]"Praz, seventh of Got."[/color] she mused. [Color=plum]"Why do we do anything? Call it a way of communication. To be straightforward or not to be? Does it matter in the end if we find the answers to our questions?"[/color] Praz’ brow creased. They opened their mouth wide to answer, showing rows upon rows of teeth. “No, it does not, but that is a paltry answer. I think the true answer is that you lost track of what you were saying while saying it.” The crowd parted, and through the part walked a different Buzjell. There were no adornments to suggest status, but others moved for them. It stepped up to Laurien and looked her directly in the eye. There was curiosity there, with no small amount of sadness. It said nothing, but continued to stare. She stared at Praz, scowling, before her attention fell on the newcomer. It's closeness did not bother her, in fact, she reached out to touch its face, an action which the newcomer mirrored. Only, a mouth full of jagged, serrated teeth opened on the other in response to Laurien’s reaching. Whether in anticipation or threat was unknown. A breath. Short and sharp. A prefix to some words. [Color=gold]”Why are you here? I am… I am not complaining that you are, though,”[/color] they said. Their mouth widened, ear to ear. A show of teeth, pointed, flat, serrated. She gently ran a finger across the beings mouth and said, [color=plum]”I am here, simply because I stumbled across this place and these people.”[/color] The other bore the touch of the finger for a moment, then snapped at it, teeth closing. Laurien just smiled. This other returned the gesture. [color=plum]”And what are you and your people called?”[/color] she purred. The other spat out the tip of the finger. [Color=gold]”We are called Bujzell,”[/color] the other said. It's eyes were locked on the fingertip. [Color=gold]”You taste bitter.”[/color] [color=plum]”My, that’s the first time anyone’s told me that.”[/color] she giggled, letting her hand drop to her side. [color=plum]”Bujzell, is it? And who created your kind?”[/color] [color=Gold]”Yes, Bujzell, and one Bujzii. We know the god that created us has seven arms and no face, but not their name.”[/color] [color=plum]”Seven arms and no face… Strange. I’ve probably heard of them by their name, but not by their description. And what exactly is the difference between a Bujzell, and a Bujzii?”[/color] she asked, putting a hand upon her chin in waiting. The other looked to the crowd behind them. In particular, one who had no chitin. They were hunched over, slouched, trying to not take up eye space. [Color=gold]”I'm surprised you, a god, didn't notice before. Too busy with me, I suppose.”[/color] After looking upon the strange creature, Laurien looked back at the golden Buzjell. She tilted her head, her face suddenly expressionless. [color=plum]”Too busy, I suppose. Now, what do they call you?”[/color] [color=gold]”Who are ‘they’?”[/color] the other asked. [color=plum]”The Bujzell? That Bujzii?”[/color] she said, her tone flat. [Color=gold]”Mother, Father, Grandmother, Grandfather, mostly. You may call me that, but it would be a lie,”[/color] the other said, slowly. [color=plum]”I see. Then what would I call you so that it wouldn’t be a lie?”[/color] The other thought for a second, a wistful expression coming over their face. [Color=gold]”You may call me… Mastress Zisqe of the Bujzell.”[/color] Laurien raised an eyebrow. [color=plum]”Very well… Mastress Zisqe of the Bujzell. I am Laurien, Demigoddess of Desire. It is a pleasure to meet you.”[/color] she said, giving a small bow. [Color=gold]”Yes, I heard you before. It is good to hear from yourself,”[/color] Zisqe says. They watch Laurien bow with confusion. [Color=gold]”What is this? Why are you bending over?”[/color] She rose and said, [color=plum]”It is a greeting, one that portrays respect between two idividuals.”[/color] [Color=gold]”Oh… why?”[/color] Zisqe said simply. She looked up into the sky for a moment before saying, [color=plum]”I’ve been taught that mortals, such as yourselves, should bow to those that are divine. Why? Because the gods believe themselves to be the pinnacle authorities of this world, and they expect complete fealty, simply because they were the ones who created everything you see around you. You owe them everything for your existence.”[/color] [Color=gold]”Right,”[/color] Zisqe responded. They looked to the other Bujzell, then back to Laurien. [Color=gold]”Well I don't know you, so I can't respect you. How about we go down to the beach and talk, away from my people?”[/color] [color=plum]”As you wish.”[/color] she said slyly. Zisqe turned and walked down towards the water, where it sat. The waves lapped up around their legs, pulling sand out with them. Laurien walked up the beach a ways, just to where her feet touched the water, and sat down. She curled herself into a ball and said, [color=plum]”So, what did you want to talk about?”[/color] [Color=gold]”What we were before, I was just tired of standing,”[/color] Zisqe said, off handedly. [Color=gold]”You're a Demigoddess. Does this mean a god created you, too?”[/color] [color=plum]”Yes… I was created in an age long since passed. It feels like a lifetime ago… The god who created me, my father, is Orvus. The god of Desolation and Soul Decay. He told me many things… And then one day, I tried to kill him. I became a demigod, ten years later.”[/color] she said quietly. Zisqe's eyes widened. [Color=gold]”One ca-,”[/color] they shook their head. [color=gold]”Of course it feels like a lifetime ago. It is, after all,”[/color] they said with a chuckle. [Color=gold]”I lied before, I do know the old name of my god. A god called Vakk told me it was ‘Eurysthenes’,”[/color] Laurien looked up at Zisqe. [Color=plum]"Ah, that sounds about right. Eurysthenes is the God of illusions I believe. At least it was when the gods came here."[/color] she looked at the sand. [Color=plum]"One can become divine of course… But the gods might punish you for it. They are a cruel bunch."[/color] she mused. [Color=plum]"Is that what you desire?"[/color] Zisqe shook their head. [color=gold]”No… no I think not. That would not do,”[/color] they said, slowly at first, but surely. They sat forward, elbows on knees, head on hands, then looked at Laurien. [Color=gold]”Would you not know, anyway? You're a Demigoddess of Desire… surely,”[/color] Gingerly she picked up some sand in her hand and showed it to Zisqe. [Color=plum]"These are your desires."[/color] she said before slowly dumbing them back onto the beach. [Color=plum]"You have too many, like this sand, some small and undefined and others large."[/color] she said as a rock fell from her palm and joined in infinity. [Color=plum]"Indecision, it plagues the soul. Some desires you don't even know you want. Others, at the cusp of your many tongues. But you are correct about one thing, you have no desire to become a God, only to live longer than one."[/color] she leaned back, using her arms to prop herself up as she stretched out. [Color=plum]"It's intriguing that you want me, a stranger as you say, and one who has not earned your respect. Strange indeed, the desires of mortals, so different from one another in appearance and mind but altogether the same."[/color] she purred again. Zisqe twisted onto their side to look Laurien in the eye. [Color=gold]”And it is an - intriguing, you said? - desire. The other Bujzell are all my children, I have not encountered this before,”[/color] they said, giving Laurien a long look, before turning to look back at the sea. [Color=gold]”But, I know one thing about it so far. I do not need to respect those who I see like this. Maybe it will come in time.”[/color] [Color=plum]"The heart wants what the heart wants. Just know that there are other gods who would be offended by such a breach of their supposed manners. I don't care, mind you. You are far too fascinating to be offended by."[/color] she sat up on her knees and looked at Zisqe again, her eyes inviting. [Color=plum]"What will you do now?"[/color] she whispered. Zisqe looked Laurien up and down. Every bit, muscle and curve. Her kneeling, the hot air of her whisper. It stood, looking down. [Color=gold]”Well, that depends. How fascinating am I?”[/color] She nodded, her smile widening. [Color=plum]"Very. You wish to do what most cannot an admirable quality. Never, ever, repress that which you want most in life. It would be so dull."[/color] Zisqe smiled a faint smile. They walked a few circles around Laurien, before pausing behind her. [color=gold]”Sage advice. Laurien, I would like it if you helped me realise what I want most in this moment, right now. Stay on your knees.”[/color] Zisqe said, reaching into the basket on the beach. They pulled out some rope. The Demigoddess smiled devilishly. [hider=Summary] Laurien visits the Bujzell and they talk in the bujzell way. It’s beautiful. Then ZIsqe shows up and they talk even more about many things. Zisqe and Laurien then go down to a beach and bang, the end. [/hider] [hider=Bloopers] [Color=gold]”Well I don't know you, so I can't respect you. How about we go down to the beach and talk, away from my people?”[/color] [color=plum]”As you wish.”[/color] she said slyly. And so the pair walked down the beach and then they snogged and then snogged all night. They held hands and it was really very extremely romantic. And hot. [/hider] [Hider=Mp] Laurien & Arya; Start 1MP & 6FP End 1MP & 6FP [/hider]