[b]O'Menus[/b][hr]
[indent][indent]There it was again; that incessant will that most mortals carried. It was like death spurred them on faster to kill not only others but themselves. It was a nasty, disgusting, utterly horrendous emotion that pushed an entity to such lengths. That explosive death was deserved, his body was destined for the four corners the instant he considered harming a god. 

Still, there had been shred of concern that danced in his stomach before the goddess had... saved him. Her tail, for all its bestial fury, had been surprisingly gentle with its toss. O'Menus righted himself in the air, falling with grace before touching onto the ground softly. The moment he landed, white blade angled towards the earth, a low growl emanated from his chest. Not only would he have to show gratitude to the feral one but somewhere deep inside, he had felt tinge of worry for his wellbeing in those final moments. 

[b]"This is inexcusable. Have they all gone mad or has another God swept in during our absence?"[/b] he pondered aloud.[/indent][/indent]