[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/682678547374145573/684583633100865536/97b22764970c1985ad4f7b573619b7c7.png[/img][/center] [b][h1][center]Act one, Scene One, Yamat and Oraelia[/center][/h1][/b] [hr] Yamat had been drawn to this place, a wide open prairie that stretched far into the horizon. Life was found in abundance, more than Yamat had ever witnessed, far more than what he had found within the isles he fell to. This would be the perfect place to begin his task, but what to begin with? He gazed upon the plains of yellow grass, the herds of bison and elephants, the open skies...that gave him an idea. The winds softly blew as Yamat raised his arms, letting the sigils glow and sizzle once more, soft at first, but growing as he instilled his powers once more into the world. The clouds grew darker, larger, they encompassed the sky, the winds picked up and became to whip at the grass. The animals, unsure of what was going on, began to flee in all directions. The clouds began to swirl, faster, and faster, until the vortex began to form. Yamat gently let it touch down, as the winds kept up their pace, then, he let it loose. The tornado ripped through the prairies, picking up animals and plants alike, ravaging the land, but he knew he could go farther. He brought the winds across the Prairies, he made it so that every inch was not untouched by the tornados, but, he did not make them constant. He instead opted to make them random, they would come at unexpected times, only the rushing of the winds and a darkened sky would be the only warning for his beautiful gift upon the prairies. Yamat watched his tornados go through the prairies, his first one had petered out, but more were forming, it was, beautiful. Nothing could ruin this serene moment he had made for himself, the rushing of winds and the roaring of tornados. It was, music. [hr] Under blue skies, Oraelia was once again in her Prairie. She had come across a pride of Leons, and was playing with the three cubs, under the watchful eye of a Leoness. The cubs were almost as large as her and they had so much energy! She could hardly contain herself as they rolled around in the dirt, mock fighting and wrestling. They quickly learned that they could be as rough as they wanted with her, because Oraelia hardly felt it. She was just content to make friends. She giggled as a cub pounced on her, biting with it’s full force on her side, which really just tickled her. [color=gold]”O-Oh! Oh!”[/color] she laughed, gently swatting the cub away. [color=gold]”You’re growing strong, little one!”[/color] she said, watching it and the other two as they formed a pile of wriggling bodies. Then the wind changed, growing colder and the skies darkened before her. The cubs retreated to their mother as Oraelia stood up with a perplexed look on her face. A storm? So suddenly? The wind began to howl and before her the currents of warm and cold air whipped into a frenzy around one another, forming something truly terrible. She knew not what it was, only that it frightened even her. She watched the funnel touch down on the prairie, sending great plumes of dust and debris into the air. Animals began to run in her direction, scared out of their minds as the wind roared like some monstrous thing. She turned around, only to find the Leons gone, taking off into the sky. The cubs struggled against the wind, and her heart began to beat as she took off in a blinding flash before the funnel of wind caught them. She caught two of them with her arms around their necks, and they howled in fear. They were terrified. Yet before she could even think about getting the other cub, another funnel erupted to the side of her, the side where the leoness and cub were. It happened so quickly, they were there one moment and then… They were gone. A wail escaped her lips, as she flew faster, dodging more and more funnel clouds and the devastation they wrought. Eventually they escaped the cloud itself, and she landed, letting the cubs free. They huddled next to each other, shaking. Oraelia looked back to see the devastation unfold before her eyes, and she felt powerless. But she was a god. Had she forgotten so quickly? She flew once more, back into the storm of storms and she yelled a simple word, one she had heard a long time ago. [color=gold]”STOP!”[/color] And her word was obeyed. The frenzy of wind began to die down, as the clouds dispersed to reveal sunlight upon a broken prairie. The intense wind had cut large swathes of destruction, like great scars. Where once there had been grass, now only dirt remained. Everything was strewn about, even the animals. Many had died, or were dying. She flew closer. Her tears began to fall as she wondered if this could be a part of the cycle. Was it? Was this natural? She brought a hand to her mouth as she came upon a Leon. Upon his side he lay, wings and limbs broken by the wind, and his fall. His breaths were ragged, and there was a pained look in his eye. She soothed the Leon with her warm touch, attempting to heal it, but once again she was too late. The Leon took his last breath before growing still. She broke down, curling herself into a ball next to the Leon as she cried. Death was a part of the cycle, and she had seen it play out over and over again, but there was something about this… This death… It was not right. Such windstorms had not been in her designs for the Prairie, and she had never seen them exist anywhere else. What had changed? What had brought about this needless loss of life? She had made the balance here, was it not good enough? Did there need to be uncertainty? The wind was natural, yes, but to that level? It had taken the cub that tickled her… The cubs! She needed to return to them, before she lost more. She flew into the sky, but stopped when she felt a presence. A presence she had never felt before. It was another god. [hr] The winds had stopped, dammit why had they stopped! Yamat frantically looked around at the ravaged plains, animals layed about uttering anguished wails, unable to get up due to broken bones. Where the tornados had landed and moved through there only remained open dirt, having ripped the grass from the soil. His storms had just ended, they weren’t supposed to do that! What happened? He could’ve sworn they were supposed to continue, at least for another few hours. It was going to be beautiful!!! He began to walk around the ruined prairies, taking in the tragedy that had befallen the region, while having been cut short its effects were still to Yamat’s liking. The tornadoes would take a great deal to recover from, though he was unsure if they would continue like he had planned, he needed to check, this strange full stop was rather frustrating. That's when he felt it, something he had never felt, another god, close, very close. Yamat was drawn to the presence, it was full of life much like the prairies, or well, before he had arrived. His curiosity took over and he slowly walked towards the presence, intrigued by meeting another of his kind. He didn’t have to walk long before a glowing light shot across the horizon and stopped before him. She looked at him with a neutral face, before a sad smile crossed her lips. [color=gold]”H-Hello, sibling.”[/color] she began, [color=gold]”Who might you be?”[/color] she asked curiously. He bowed, his lanky body almost doubling over itself [color=DAA520] "I am Yamat," [/color] He returned to a standing position, extending his hand to the glowing woman [color=DAA520] "And who might you be?"[/color] She looked at his hand, but made no move forward. [color=gold]”Yamat…”[/color] she said softly. [color=gold]”I am Oraelia, Yamat. When did you come to be?”[/color] she inquired. Lowering his hand, Yamat pondered, looking off in the distance [color=DAA520] "I am unsure, all I can remember is falling and landing onto some isles to the east, I was drawn here for all the life it had, is this your creation?"[/color] He looked around the prairies, ignoring the obvious destruction. She smiled at that. [color=gold]”Yes, it is indeed. Though I… It’s had storms, maybe you saw them?”[/color] she asked. [color=DAA520] "Why yes I believe I did," [/color] He spoke with some sincerity [color=DAA520] "They seemed so sudden and so, tragic." [/color] [color=gold]”Yes…”[/color] she whispered, looking off into the distance. [color=gold]”They were not a part of my original design.”[/color] she looked back at him. [color=gold]”You… You wouldn’t happen to know why they came about, do you?”[/color] He shrugged, looking up towards the now empty sky [color=DAA520] "I can't say that I do, I arrived just as they began." [/color] He looked at Oraelia, taking in her form [color=DAA520] “Perhaps it was an enemy of yours? Or maybe a rogue god? If either of those exist.” [/color] Her shoulders seemed to droop slightly and a sad expression crossed her face. [color=gold]”Oh… I was hoping to find out who… Oh well.”[/color] she stood up a little straighter and looked at Yamat and shook her head. [color=gold]”I am not aware of any enemies I have… We fellow gods are siblings, after all. Perhaps it was just… the Lifeblood, or… I don’t know.”[/color] she sighed. [color=gold]”I apologize, brother, but I must cut this meeting short. I need to go tend to the hurt and wounded.”[/color] she said with a sad smile. [color=DAA520] “Of course sister,” [/color] He bowed once more, this time a bit less deep. [color=DAA520] “I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors, if you ever require any help in finding who did this, I am willing to help as much as I can.” [/color] She nodded and with that he turned and began to walk away. [color=gold]”Oh, Yamat!”[/color] Oraelia called after him. He spun around, stopping in his place [color=DAA520] “Yes Oraelia?” [/color] [color=gold]”Your halo… I like it.”[/color] she said. Yamat gave a small nod, reaching one of his hands to touch the soft edges of the light behind his head [color=DAA520] “Why thank you,” [/color] He looked her up and down once more [color=DAA520] “I greatly enjoy your creations, I hope we meet again one at less, tragic times.”[/color] She beamed him a smile. [color=gold]”Of course! See you again soon!”[/color] she said, waving him off. Yamat waved back, turning around once more and taking in the broken Prairies. How, tragic it had been that the culprit could not be caught, how tragic indeed. Yamat chuckled, this was the perfect beginning to his play, and he had countless more acts and scenes to create. [hider=Summary] Yamat finds himself within the Prairie of Sol, attracted by the life it held, he then enacts his first great tragedy, causing tornadoes to rip through the prairie, taking both animal and plant alike. Oraelia meanwhile sits in the prairie with a Leon mother and plays with some cubs. Suddenly the tornados appear, causing destruction she had never witnessed before, the cubs and mother are taken up by the storm, with Oraelia only managing to save two of the cubs. She ends the storms with her powers, and witnesses the results, including the death of a male Leon. Yamat, angered begins to investigate and notices Oraelia, who has noticed him too. They have a nice conversation, with Yamat denying knowing anything about the storms, they depart shortly afterward. [/hider] [hider=MP] Oraelia 2MP/5DP 2MP/5DP Yamat 2MP/5DP 0MP-Adding Tornados to the Praire of Sol, ecosystem 2MP/5DP [/hider]