[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GbJlmrW.png[/img][/center] [hr] [i]What is it you desire?[/i] The voice, dripping with an ecstasy she couldn’t understand, mingled and layered with an uncountable amount of others, asked her. Men, women, children and more she could not even fathom, all came together in one. She knew it was probably terrifying but she also didn't know if it was even real or just a trick of her addled senses. It lingered in her mind like the last trickle of rain. Her eyes were hazy, she could not make out where the voice came from but had the stars ever been so beautiful? She groaned, wiping away the sweat from her brow, smearing more red all over her face. It was hard to focus and her mouth was so dry. If she only had some water… A cold pressure in her mind jolted her awake. The voice, she wondered if it was real, spoke again. [i]What is it you desire?[/i] What did she desire? Thoughts flooded her, of a home lost and a family she never really had. Of a world that had been beautiful but she had been too blind to see. Of her failings, only needed to be rectified. No, she weakly shook her head. That world was hers and she needed no family. All those she had ever interacted with were just tools. Means to an end. Her home, it had been ugly, they had made it ugly and it needed to be purged! To start over! So she could make it in her own vision. So it could be truly beautiful. She gritted her teeth in anger. She wanted them dead. She wanted them all dead! She would bathe in their very ichor! Wipe away all they had created like it was nothing and then she would do it again and again all across these infernal planes that had imprisoned her so. She shut her eyes, just imagining it all; a vicious smile forming on her lips. Her pale eyes snapped open, grief overtaking her features. No, no, no… She just wanted to go home. She was sorry. She wanted to be better, not worse. [i]What is it you desire?[/i] The voice cooed to her, as if her lover… No… She had used him too. “Oh Uwné…” She cried. A violent cough wracked her chest and she felt the end nearing as blood and spittle ran down the corners of her mouth. What did she desire? “I…” She breathed, sky shining brilliantly. “I want to…” Her eyes narrowed, taking on a fierce glint as she raised her neck a little straighter. “...Power.” The word struck her like a blow, so sure she had said home. So sure she had grown beyond such pitiful needs. Was that what she really wanted? Did she desire power? She didn’t have time to think further, for the night sky swirled as if a meteor shower was caught in a whirlpool. Then in the briefest of seconds, a giant purple eye awoke in the cosmos and peered into her very soul. Then everything went dark. [hr] She awoke with a scream, collecting herself as she sat up from where she lay. Had it all been a dream? Why was it so dark? How was she alive? She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself but it was to no avail. Something was different, she felt it in the air and within her very being. Strength had flooded into her once more, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a divine. It was such a riveting, exhilarating feeling! She could not help but smile bur as she stood her feelings quickly took a spiral. She became aware, that try as she might, she couldn’t see. It was not that it was dark out, for she could feel the warmth of a shining sun in pinpoint accuracy, nor was it the fact she couldn’t open her eyes, for she blinked and fluttered them or even that something obscured her vision, for her hands found nothing on her face ghat would debilitate her so. No, she had gone blind. The realization was sobering. She fell to her knees and stayed there for a time, trying to fix her eyes with her reclaimed power but try as she might, even that did not work. How was a Goddess of Beauty supposed to work if she could not see? That thought struck her as foolish. She was stupid. Had she learned nothing in exile? Beauty was so much more than appearances, was it not? It was more then puddle deep. She would strive to be better this time. Eyesight or not, it was a fresh start. It was only when she felt wetness accumulate on her cheeks, did she snap out of her thoughts. She touched it gingerly, hot and thick. It smelled of rust and when she placed it upon her lips and tongue she knew what her tears were made of. Blood. This newest revelation overwhelmed her and with a shaky hand she wiped away her tears, staining her pale face in the process. She bled more though, the stream became unabating and Wyn, for that was her name, was terrified. She cupped her hands over her eyes it would not stop. Her panic only made it worse and worse until the very ground quivered with great sorrow and bled as she in sympathy for all she been wrought by. Thus the Goddess of Blood was born anew and in that birth she sank ever deeper into a mire of her own being. [Hider=Summary] We see a bit of Wyn's backstory and learn how she comes to this new Galbar. She figures out the trauma of her past life has rendered her blind and thus creates a bloody swamp. [/hider] [Hider=Might/Aspect Points] 5MP/5AP -4AP(reduced to 2AP through the Blood Aspect) significant land change. Wyn creates a swampy mire of blood. 5MP/3AP remaining [/hider]