[center][b][h1][color=lavender]Eleanna[/color][/h1][/b] [b]III[/b][/center] Eleanna panted for air as she rested most of her weight on her spear’s shaft. Blood and sweat dripped freely from her body, and she lifted her arm to wipe her brow… Only for the sensation of a thousand knives stabbing her left side to flare up. She fell to her knees and threw up a foul concoction of blood and bits of flesh and bone. She heaved, struggling to get any of the polluted air into her lungs, one of which felt more like a goo than an organ inside her chest cavity. The ever-shifting, non-corporeal corpse that her spear was stabbed into soaked up her divine blood and flesh and shimmered. Eleanna’s followers slowly found their footing behind her. Most of them walked on wobbly legs, while a couple walked on one leg, and one was being carried on someone else’s back. It hadn’t been an easy two weeks for the humans, even though they had been chosen by Eleanna herself to brave the wilds… Not to mention that their number had steadily decreased every day, no matter how hard Eleanna tried to protect them. She knew the humans were behind her, although somehow she couldn’t find the strength to turn her head to look at them, and just breathing made her feel like she was dying. She loved the feeling. One of the males, average in looks but just as bronzed as her and covered in various scars, walked up to her and patted her on the back of her head. “I’d give that… 6 out of 10. Not a big fan of that moment you almost got crushed. A Goddess having to be saved by her tribe? Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” The man chuckled. Eleanna tried to laugh as well, but the sound that came out resembled a dying rhinoceros instead. [center][b]IV[/b][/center] Best thing about hunting ever-shifting, non-corporeal corporeal monsters? You could get a lot of vegan non-meat out of their non-existent bodies, to feed hungry mouths. Worst part (Or also best part, according to Eleanna)? Broken bones, missing limbs, internal organs turned to mush… Eleanna sat with her back against the node she’d claimed just a couple hours ago. Most of her organs had healed within the hour following her battle with the monster, but healing a nearly completely pulverised ribcage seemed to be taking much longer. At the very least, she could walk again, and grab things such as her spear. Not that she wanted to do it, but… She stood up with a soft grunt of pain. The unique shuffling of her torn and damaged leather and chainmail armour alerted her partner, the bronzed, scarred man she had named Sun. “Hungry?” He asked, eyeing her carefully. “Nop. I just want to taste my kill. Anything left?” She asked, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she’d done while she was in the process of being crushed. “[i]Our[/i] kill. Lots of people lost body parts to save you.” He said nonchalantly, and handed Eleanna a small piece of lightly cooked, gelatinous non-flesh. It felt unnaturally cold to the touch, as if it wasn’t actually there and she was just holding a vacuum of some sort. And yet, she could squeeze it and she could smell it. “Bizarre.” Eleanna muttered. “Big word.” Sun smirked. “I’m not as dumb as I act.” Eleanna chuckled before stuffing the whole thing in her mouth. It was bland. It also smelled like her clothes after a week of marching. “It’s food isn’t it?” Sun said with a knowing smile. Eleanna smiled and looked at the palms of her hands. She was proud of him. She felt weird. The world started to wobble. “Sun, do good feelings make you feel like you’re about to black out too?” She asked, bringing herself to look at her partner just in time to see him hastily sitting down, almost paler than the Shy-friend. “Sun!” She gasped, rushing to his side only to trip on one of his feet and fall face first on the dirt. Her vision blurred and, for a second, she felt bile rise up her throat… Only for it all to go away almost as quickly as it started. She crawled her way over to Sun’s side as soon as she could regain proper control of her limbs and pressed her fingers against the side of his neck. He was alive, but… His body was glowing. She listened closely and felt him and noticed that muscles were shifting and organs were moving. What had previously been smooth skin was now being covered by a layer of thick hair, and his mouth pushed outwards and teeth turned sharp and animalistic. There was nothing Eleanna could do as she sat there, and even if there was something she wasn’t sure she would have stopped the changes either, since part of the Grand Struggle was to roll with the punches after all. A quick scan of the other tribespeople revealed they were undergoing similar changes. They were all becoming more bestial in appearance, although their looks didn’t exactly match. Some looked mammalian, while others looked reptilian and some looked more aquatic. A very small minority of them… Well… They were more beast than man. Those regained consciousness quickly and fled into the wilderness. Eleanna was relieved however when she saw that the injuries many of them had endured after their latest hunt were healing. Limbs were regrowing and tissue was stitching itself together. [center][b]VI[/b][/center] It had been months since the node had been claimed. In that time, Eleanna had managed to teach many of her new friends the secrets behind firekeeping and tool making, and was now just starting to teach the smartest among the demi-humans how to build homes out of wood, mud, clay and a little bit of stone. The times were busy, stressful, and fun. With everyone getting used to their new bodies and instincts, no one day was the same and there was always some sort of struggle going on. And all of that isn’t even mentioning the occasional encounter with the descendants of the First Predators. In the time that had passed, several small settlements had already formed within all the different sub-biomes she’d splattered over her land. The arctic demi-humans settled in the snowy tundras to the west, the aquatic ones settled in many of the great rivers cutting through the land to the north, the wilder demi-humans settled in the hot, treacherous rainforest to the east, and the demi-humans more suited to hot and dry weather settled in the grand dunes to the south. The land’s centre was left as a sparsely wooded plains, where everyone who wasn’t a fan of extreme climates remained. The unforeseen mutation of Eleanna’s followers had come in very handy, with their newfound instincts and abilities more often than not being the difference between life and death in the wild lands of Dama. Life looked promising, was Eleanna’s most regular thought. And just like that, things got… Boring. So she said farewell to her loved friends and partner and set out on a journey, making sure to pack all of her pieces of armour that had been damaged beyond repair during her battle with the First Great Predator. She couldn’t repair it herself out of principle, so she had to seek out someone that knew how to work with metal and leather. [hider=Summary] Eleanna takes her new followers over to Node 10. They spend the entire journey being ambushed by chaos predators, with the last one being a great predator that nearly killed Eleanna, with her only surviving the encounter thanks to her followers rushing to her aid. With everyone fighting together, they manage to kill the creature. Eleanna takes a couple hours to rest and heal and claim the node while the tribespeople share the creature’s flesh. Once Eleanna can stand again, she tastes the flesh and suddenly all the tribespeople who had eaten the flesh black out and mutate into demi-humans. Months after that event, Eleanna has taught the Daman Peoples Tier 1 tech, Stone Age. Then she gets bored and sets out on a journey towards other Gods. [/hider] [hider=Might] 3 Might used throughout her First Hunt, culminating in her being saved from certain death by her followers. The body of the beast, imbued with her blood, sweat and its natural chaotic energies, is then shared amongst many of the tribespeople. Any who ate it is then turned into a demi-human, a mix between human and beast. Some of them become more beast than man, giving birth to mundane were-people. 0 Might used to uplift the Daman Peoples into Technology tier 1 (Stone Age) [/hider]