[center][h1][color=Maroon][b][u]Fe’ris[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

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Far above Galbar, the great winged monster flew, enjoying the rush of the winds in his fur and the buoyant thermals that seemed to curl up from Toraan's entire surface. Had he been visible, the mortals below likely would've cowered in fear at the sight of a fluffy, razor-toothed dragon with enormous ears and spikes down its back and up its dark wings. But thankfully, he preferred to remain unnoticed... for now. The young god's thoughts remained unfocused. He knew they were not as clear as they could be, and so he flew, observing the sapients and non-sapients alike, thirsting after the crystal sharpness he had experienced during his interaction with Akule.

All of a sudden, there was a twinge deep in his core, a tethering to that same Blood Basin he had visited before. [color=Maroon]Perhaps,[/color] he mused, [color=Maroon] another god was calling. Perhaps even the brother power that had tailed him away from the confines of the Lifeblood.[/color] A twitch of his wings was all it took, and he spiraled towards the barren plains.

It was late in the day when he arrived. All the creatures of the morning were long gone, and those of dusk and night had not yet dared to brave the still-baking sands. Even the Alminaki remained hidden, deep within their caves. Another twinge, and he knew that something [i]exciting[/i] had just occurred. A little less than flawlessly, he returned to his base form, and somersaulted into a two-legged stance at the base of a particularly damp cave entrance, its edges worn smooth by the relentless wind. Feeling not the trepidation of an Alminaki, but the anticipation of a god potentially meeting a sibling, he descended, first walking, then jogging, then sprinting toward that same yearning. His footsteps echoed around him, his cape manic in its flapping, the various sounds increasing and increasing in volume until all he could think of was what was at the end of that tunnel. And finally, he stopped, a great splash rising up from his feet as he plunged ankle-deep into an underground stream. But where was his sibling? The stream was abandoned. No, not abandoned-- undiscovered. None had delved this far into the winding caves before. It had only been his intuition that had gotten him this far, past all the twists and turns he had ignored in his fervor.

Lacking anything better to do, he followed the stream. It bubbled and gurgled around his boots, lapping at the divinity radiating off them. He probed it with a single bare finger, and though there wasn't so much as a tiny pinprick of light to see by, he sensed it darken and sour at his touch, ripening and reddening to turn deep and bloody. He sighed and removed his finger. It would hardly be fair to the people of the desert to taint a valuable water source with his curiosity. He kept onward.

The subterranean stream widened and widened while the walls pushed in further and further. Fe'ris felt right at home in caves, but this was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. He shrank, then shrank again, following the water as the pressure increased and the walls closed in and it was so very, very dark, and his bare skin kept turning it into blood, and he had no room to expand, even if he wanted to, and the yearning was growing stronger and stronger as the water carried him along, and just as he was about to snap, POP! 

It spat him out back onto the surface, the cool night having fallen during his spelunking. The stars seemed to laugh overhead as the artesian well launched him at a sandstone wall, embedding his tiny body into a brown divot in the beige sandstone wall. He pried himself out of the niche and returned to full size, utterly embarrassed, despite being alone and invisible. Lesson learned about too much shapeshifting. He went to leave, ready to be back in the air and away from the foul spring, when the same wanting washed over him, a thousand times more powerful than before, practically grabbing him by the ears and tossing him this way and that. Fe'ris returned to the wall.

It reeked of dried blood, marked top to bottom with sigils burned into the stone by powerful, godly will. Every symbol screamed out different messages: Punishment. Equality. Justice. Obligation. Contract.
Fairness.

Fe'ris ran his clawed talons up and down the last sign, drinking in its beauty. Yes, a fellow god had been here. One, too, of sacrifice. Of this for that, and of swift retribution should it be violated. It was intoxicating. Oh, how he wished he had been there to see it! To know what had occurred between Alminaki to incur such a perfect, severe response! 

He had to find who had done this, and thank them. Learn their secrets and thought processes. Share in the passion for the passionate acts that drove the tiny beings of Galbar to wrong one another, and right those wrongs.

He spread his wings and soared off again, but not before leaving a gift of his own. Those who drank from the coveted water would see what they desired most, and feel the satisfaction that came with it. But if they were not careful, they would drink until they burst, and the water would be drained dry, another resource lost. It would be all too delightful to see where this site, this oasis of clarity in the mind-addling desert, would lead the unwary.

God of Justice, he was coming.


[hider=Summary]
Fe'ris feels a tingling in his bits and takes a trip back to the Blood Basin, because he digs that shit. He follows his senses and goes caving, finding a stream of water at the end. He follows the water for a long ass way and makes the mistake of turning tiny to keep up with it, then discovers that the stream ends at the Blooded Contract, though he doesn't know its name, and falls in love with it, and maybe Tekret a little bit too. Not knowing who Tekret is, but nutting at the bloodshed and justice, he makes the water from the spring go all Mirror of Erised to bring a little more spice to the Alminaki. Then he flies away to find Tekret, hopefully.
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[hider=MP Summary]
Fe'ris: 4MP/5DP

Red Spring:
Longing I (1 DP)- Pulls a Mirror of Erised on whoever drinks from it, letting them see their heart's desire.

4MP/4DP
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