[center][h1][color=gold]Oraelia[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Under the shade-- Yes, shade!-- of a new tree, Oraelia breathed in the fresh air. She had smelled the scent of young flowers, she had felt the porous dirt between her toes, and she had tasted the dew upon green ferns. She did not need to do such things, but she had reveled, still reveled, in the sensation of life. But the forest was missing a most important piece. There was hardly any sound. When she had left her sister’s moon, Oraelia had seen the world grow blue and had witnessed the great falling of the boar god (who flew past her in his anger, a most frightening thing!), and she had watched him create land amidst the blue, and then came the green of the tall tree. She knew all these workings were from her siblings, and yet as much as she wanted to meet them to give her thanks, her mind was abuzz with creation. She could hardly contain her excitement and had landed north of the mountains on the new continent, watching it grow before her eyes. Now… The first sound was heard by her. A small, feathered bird whistled a tune as it flew around her. It’s plumage was green, with stripes of yellow running down its face to its tail feathers. It had an orange beak and brown eyes that looked upon her with curiosity. Unlike upon Gibbou’s moon, this small life was alive in the warmth of her sun. She outstretched her index finger and It gracefully chirped and sang a beautiful song as it perched itself upon golden skin. She brought it up to her gleaming face and whistled back to it. It tilted it’s head and whistled again before taking off, singing as it went. More chirps followed, becoming a beautiful chorus of vocalization as she found herself surrounded by colorful birds. They ranged in size from smaller than her finger, to as large as her head. They came in all different colors, blue as the sky, greener then the leaves, yellow like the sun and even black and dark blue, just like Gibbou. She suddenly hoped her sister was well, but before she could think anymore of that, she realized the birds would need to sustain themselves. She thought for a moment, and then snapped her fingers. In the trees sprang forth juicy fruits, and in the bushes, berries of all assortments. The birds immediately went to work on the bountiful feast before them. Yet as Oraelia watched, she knew she could do more. What else could eat the berries? She thought for a moment. Then from where she sat upon her knees, she picked up a small, discarded twig. She held it gingerly within her cupped hands and brought it to her lips, where she gave it her breath. She opened her hand, and watched as the twig grew, growing larger as it did, sprouting arms and legs, hands and feet and a small head with pointy ears. Finally a long tail, meant for gripping, grew and the creature, with large blue eyes and dark spots, looked at her, before running off on two legs to join the feast. She laughed, and snapped her fingers again, willing more into existence from the branches of the trees. Mammals, that’s what they were. Creatures that were of flesh and blood, rearing born young. They would live in the trees and grow beautifully. Still, Oraelia wanted more. So she began to walk, forging life with a beating heart. They were small at first, mammals walking to and fro, with small pittering feet and larger birds that roosted in the tops of trees, that welcomed the rising of the sun. They grew larger, her creations, born with hooves and horns and bugles and whinnies. Made for jumping and swimming and running. THey came in droves, filling the world around her with the sounds of life. Yet still she created, humming as she went, for she knew that which ate plant and fruit would soon eat it all if not checked. She Oraelia expanded her ideas, and what came forth were birds with sharp beaks, and sharper claws. With large eyes, and affinity for night (She knew Gibbou would like those). They hooted and squaked at her, setting off the hunt. Though it pained her at first, knowing what they would do, she came to realize it was a benefit to the cycle that she and her fellow gods were creating. So she continued. Next came padded feet, with sharp, tearing claws. Lithe bodies, hungry bodies. Larger and larger they came these carnivores. Each to serve a necessary part in the cycle. As she walked, the trees began to thin, until she at last came before a vast expanse of barren rock. She stood quietly, turning her head to view the forest behind her and then back to the vast expanse of nothing. That had to change. An idea came to her, and she began to walk, then run, each step more exhilarating than the last until she lifted off the ground and became something else entirely. Her feminine form grew small, more compact and not so constrained to the land. This new form was lighter and she felt free, and in that freedom she was happiest. But she knew her responsibilities, and thus began to paint her own mark upon the continent. Grass took root, growing tall and sturdy, branching out into several different types. She gouged the land here and there in great swathes with but a thought, and willed from the deep her sibling’s water, purifying the salt so that any could drink freely. The grasses nearest the streams soaked deeply from the water and grew green and fat with life, but she said no to the green, she wanted another color. Thus she turned them yellow, as bright as the sun, the rest dimmer, verging to gold, to dull yellow, to brown. Then she dotted the landscape with flowers, beautiful flowers that grew up between the tall grasses with vibrant heads of purples, whites, yellows, blues and reds. There were many shades, and she willed it to continue on, as far as her divine eyes could see(But not really, cause that’s really far), repeating and growing and changing the landscape from nothing into fertile paradise. Next she willed large herds of herbivores to eat the grasses and the plants, giants of the plains with white tusks and bodies of grey, who used their trunks to eat the tall grasses, to horned bison that made the land grow brown from their numbers. She changed creatures she had created from the forest to be better suited in the grasslands, and then she created predators that filled almost every niche in her ecosystem and Oraelia was in bliss. Yet it needed something, a final touch. She drew close to the ground and hewed a single blade of golden grass. It hovered before her, and then grew, expanding its shape, rippling with muscles as large paws landed upon solid ground with a thud. A head formed, feline in frame but more majestic, with a mane unrivaled in the world wrapping around its neck and stopping at the base of it’s back, where two ivory colored wings erupted from its sides, easily twice as long as it was. Its fur turned white, but the mane stayed golden as two blue orbs, each larger than her current form, peered down upon her. When it stopped growing in height, the creature easily stood twice as tall as her in her other form. She flew up to meet the proud gaze and she placed a small sun upon its forehead. [color=gold]”Your kind will be the watchers of this land, my… Leons.”[/color] she said excitedly, willing a few hundred more into existence. They would be the apex of the… She needed a name for the land. As the Leons departed, she once again contemplated in silence before the name came to her. The Prairie of Sol. She looked upon it again, and was satisfied with what she had done, but there was so much more to do! [hider=Summary] Oraelia is on Toraan, and relishes in the life she finds there. She finds out birds have existed for awhile and creates food for them. She then expands on the concept and creates mammals, and then goes on a walk, creating life to fill the land. She eventually arrives where the tree’s roots have yet to expand too and changes into her domain form, creating a vast swath of prairie, she calls the Prairie of Sol. She makes a lot of mundane species to fill the place up including a prairie like elephant and bison, plus all other sorts of prairie creatures. She adds a final touch by creating Leons, (Yeah I know the name sucks). Giant white lions with golden manes and blue eyes with wings. They are the apex predators here. She then heads off on more adventures. [/hider] [hider=MP summary] 5MP/0DP Free- Create a large ecosystem - Prairie of Sol Free- Many mundane species now exist on Toraan. -1MP(Enhanced with Sunlight)- Leons, apex predators in the Prairie of Sol. Affinity for the sun/ can use sunlight. Unique abilities will be added to wiki, cause I am tired. 4MP/0DP [/hider]