[center][h1][color=#995580]Oa’qeisskesi[/color][/h1][/center] [center]&[/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GbJlmrW.png[/img][/center] [hr] Oa’qeisskesi marched through the blood myre, looking around constantly in the strange environment. Her face seemed to show barely any emotion, while within, she was rather curious. It was the first truly different environment she had come across since leaving the Umbral woods and even then, the area had some similarity. [color=#995580]“What… an interesting place.”[/color] she mumbled, stopping to see strange animals running past. Standing still now, the black sun within her said, [color=#B117C4]“... This place doesn't scream habitable for sapient life.”[/color] Oa gave a nod, moving forward in the myre. The terrain would be difficult for a person to traverse but not for a deity, especially Oa, who seemed interested in the distant mountain range as she got closer towards it in the thick haze no mortal would have been able to see through. Stopping again for a moment she sighed. [color=#995580]“Our birth place is close…”[/color] She said, feeling a bit nostalgic even if for her, it wasn't that long. The sun replied. [color=#B117C4]“Yes it is… just walk north of the mountains.”[/color] The sudden sound of cracking, like stones being broken, could be heard and the sun soon said. [color=#B117C4]“The ground is about to give into the cave system below, isn't it?”[/color] [color=#995580]“Yes.”[/color] Oa said not sounding very excited or even emotional. [color=#B117C4]“... And you wanna check what’s below?”[/color] The sun asked. Oa immediately replied. [color=#995580]“Yeah, pretty much.”[/color] [color=#B117C4]“Ah great…”[/color] he replied as the soil and blood began to swirl at their feet, with a sucking sound. Then the land around them gave way and they fell into the dark. Oa slide through the tunnel, carried by a mix of bloody mud. Moving through the cave, her posture remained the same and upon passing close to a wall she struck it with a mighty punch, making it crack. For a split second she could feel the entire cave system via the vibrations. As the map formed in her head like lightning, she soon realized something before the energy dissipated- A big opening lay not so far ahead. Fixing her eyes, she quickly adjusted as time continued moving and she slid, breaking through a small opening. As she moved, she looked down at a small stream of blood from the surface, which seemed to drag her. She shrugged, if it worked for her it was good. As the area got closer she slid off the edge of the cave, looking around as she stood in the air for a second. It was quite a big opening leading down to something below, and that something looked like a castle. Standing tall and imperious, bathed in white like ivory and surrounded by a sea of dark crimson. [color=#995580]“Oh… so that was what my senses were telling me.”[/color] She said to herself, beginning to fall quite quickly into the structure below. She landed with a triumphant crash upon the cobbled stone of white, shattering it like lightning and leaving a small crater. No sooner had she left the crater, a white liquid seeped forth at the bottom, filled it up the brim and all of the jagged cracks, before hardening into stone. It was as if she hadn’t damaged it at all. A stillness hung all around in that twilight place where shadows coalesced. The only light came by pale lanterns suspended from arches and light poles that lined the path towards the tall keep before her. Oa moved forward on that path, seemingly unphased at the strange situation. She gave only a light nod to her surroundings, while her eyes kept a lookout for anything out of the ordinary or unusual. Lining the path, set between the arches and light poles was a myriad of pale bushes, carrying upon them white roses in full bloom. There was a light scent, an aroma of rich iron- blood that permeated the area. It hung in the air, much like in the Myre up above. Pale trees and obscured windows began to line the street until the great doors of the castle loomed above. Upon entering, Oa was met with a grand statue off to her right. It depicted a female figure, beautiful and eternal, sheets of fabric interwoven around her torso, fluttering in some unseen breeze behind her. One of her arms was outstretched towards the front of the room where another door lay, her other clutched at her chest. Beneath the woman, making up the pedestal, there lay a slain beast. A dragon. Its head contorted at an odd angle, indicating it had been brutally snapped. Off to her left another statue was carved, this one depicting the same woman, wearing a regal looking dress and a crown upon her head. She held one hand at her side and the other also pointed towards the front of the room. The base of this statue depicted strewn bodies, all covered in fur with primal faces. The face on the statue was indifferent but the carnage underneath contrasted such an image. At the front of the room the door beckoned and through it lay a small throne room. Sitting upon a throne of Ivory, illuminated by pale lights hovering in the air, sat the same woman. She was covered in small pale moths and would have appeared motionless if not for their small wings flapping. As Oa entered the moths took flight in silent chorus, disappearing in all directions. The woman wore a simple dress, hands folded in her lap as a red ribbon covered her eyes. "I know of you," she began in a quiet voice, "Why have you come here, to this place?" She asked with an air of coolness. Standing still Oa kept her usual emotionless stare without much of a face twitch but in body movement she seemed ready for anything that might come, she then said [color=#995580]“Ai naho hasa’cousa isu yhe ras… Esnotaro tisasi isa acesisseielarah."[/color] The woman frowned. "Are your words meant for me or for yourself? I don't understand such a tongue." Oa seemed to groan, her eyes closed, the groan turning into a sigh. She then said, [color=#995580]“‘Twas fur ye. Bit it seems lik’ few blether mag laid.”[/color] “I can’t imagine anyone would want to converse in such a malignant tongue.” She said absentmindedly, her posture never wavering. “I ask again, why have you deigned to come here? Patron of the Dark Spring.” Oa felt a bit offended by her claim before saying, [color=#995580][i]“What a good way to talk with guests… Well I fell down here, didn't know you were even here, I was just passing by.”[/i][/color] “Guests are invited.” The woman corrected, “But this chance meeting might be of some use yet. I am Wyn. I know of you and what you have corrupted with your touch but not your name. What is it?” Oa kept an eye on her, curiosity on her lowering her defensive stance. She then said, [color=#995580][i] “First… how do you even know about me?”[/i][/color] she crossed her arms. “I have eyes and ears everywhere.” She simply put. “And I think I am able to connect the dots. A God destroyed the northwest and most recently, a God went on a rampage in the east. You fit the description.” Oa gave a nod before saying, [color=#995580][i]“Makes sense…”[/i][/color] Oa thought. Looking to the side thinking of the situation, whispers could be heard in the room fading as quickly. She then said, [color=#995580][i]“Oa’qeisskesi is what they call me. Wyn.”[/i][/color] “Oa’qeisskesi.” She repeated, mulling the word over. “You remind me of a God I once knew of. It knew only its own desires, wishing to spread poison and corruption, caring little for anything else but its own wills. In the end, such a God could not be allowed to exist in that budding world. What purpose did any have for one who only sought to spread cancer across the realm? So, it was destroyed. Murdered. Forgotten by all, save a few.” She paused, a small smile spreading across her lips. “I do wonder how your story will end. Cause enough wanton destruction and they will come for you. Or she will. Make no mistake about that, dear Oa’qeisskesi. It would be such a shame.” She shook her head slightly. Oa kept staring, her red eyes seemed to fluctuate a little as she fixed her vision. She then said,[color=#995580][i]“Thank you for the warning...”[/i][/color] Standing for a moment of silence she then said, [color=#995580][i]“I guess the thing that separates me from the god you talk about is that I do not take pleasure in what I do.”[/i][/color] This seemed to pique Wyn’s interest. With a raised eyebrow she asked, “Is that so? Then why do it? Is it a sense of duty that compels you? Or madness, perhaps?” Turning her head, Oa looked to the side like she was in deep thought. While the vision of a god could not be escaped, for Oa it was a bit different. For her power let her notice the eyes in her shadow within the darkness and the sun. Watching the situation, standing beside her with a light nod and a sigh, she then said, [color=#995580][i]“How far would you go to help those you love?”[/i][/color] “Ah love… There are many kinds of love. Intimate. Obsessive. Selfless. Selfish. Passionate. Lustful. So on and so forth.” Wyn mused. “As for your question; I have only ever loved one being and I would do anything in my power to protect their interests. Even if it meant they would hate me.” Her voice held a note of bitterness, before she tilted her head at Oa. “You understand, don’t you?” Oa just kept her usual stare that seemed rather blank and even emotionless for a person seeing her. She then gave a light nod after a second of silence. “I thought so.” Wyn gave a rare smile and rose from her throne. “You and I are alike, in more ways than one. It may not look like it from such superficial appearances.” She began to walk down the steps. “You love. You care. You don’t take pleasure in what happens when you lose control. You have secrets. We all do, no shame in it.” Wyn came to a stop just out of arm's reach from the Abyssal Goddess, not that that mattered. “Oa, I can call you Oa, right? Tell me…” her voice dropped to a sweet whisper, “What is it you truly desire?” Oa looked down on Wyn, crossing her arms. She then said, [color=#995580][i]“That is a bit private… and…”[/i][/color] her eyes flashed to the side and to the other side of the room. The light seemed to dim for a moment before she said, [color=#995580][i]“Without wanting to sound offensive but… You seem a bit shady at the moment.”[/i][/color] There was a moment of stillness in that room. It subsumed everything else, as the two Goddesses faced one another with impassive stares, like mirrors in the dark. Then Wyn’s lips parted to reveal a toothy smile. Then a change occurred behind Wyn, her ivory throne began to darken, the white consumed by black. “Do I seem shady to you?” Wyn said with a laugh. Nothing about her voice was the same, the arrogance, the imperious tone, the regality- Was all gone, replaced with a sinister undertone and flushed with mocking emotion. “It is offensive! It is rude! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Another laugh escaped her and her hands rested on her hips. “Such a foolish little goddess. Tell you what! I am merciful. I’ll forgive you if you get on your knees and prostrate before me.” Oa kept her usual stare until her usual emotionless stare with barely any movement ended with an eyebrow raised as she said, “Huh…” Her eyes moved quickly up to see something and down, as she eyed the throne. She then said, [color=#995580][i]“That is interesting…”[/i][/color] She stroked her chin before returning to her normal stance, taking a deep breath. She then said, [color=#995580][i]“So… This is how you act in the face of a doubt, deity of blood.”[/i][/color] Oa started moving around her circling like a shark in the water smelling blood and she continued talking, [color=#995580][i]“Isolated and shadowed in an empty throne. Alone in the dark, makes me wonder.”[/i][/color] Wyn never never followed her movement, instead just staring ahead. “Whatever is to be doubted?” She asked. “My better selves like to keep me locked out. I can’t control me, you see. They are smart, unlike you. You… A true monster in the eyes of all. I doubt you truly even know what love is.” She snickered. “How could you? You are disgusting, an abomination in this world.” She could hardly contain her laughter after this, covering her mouth with a hand. “Sorry, sorry, I’m channeling too much of Ivory. She’s always so pretentious. A real stick in the mud.” She grew quiet at once, a low growl escaping her mouth. “Why do you circle me, Oa? Don’t you have any idea how enticing that is…?” Stopping Oa after hearing her standing behind Wyn Oa then said after a moment of silence [color=#995580][i]“Well I guess this is the first time I’ve met a god with multi personality disorder.”[/i][/color] Wyn turned to her, expression full of exuberance. “I wouldn’t call it that. I am me, Wyn but I am also Ebony. There are no different memories here, no grandiose forgetfulness. I remember everything I do, even when I’m not here. It makes it all the better when I know how much I despise myself because of these dreadful mood swings.” She stifled a giggle. “Usually I am not this chatty. Usually something else comes out when I do. But not this time, no, you see… This is the first time I’ve gotten to talk to a fellow divine. One as monstrous as me. But that’s not really true now that I’ve heard you. You don’t sound like a monster. Which is quite unfortunate. To not take pleasure in it, the thrill of a hunt as prey is ripped open and defiled, oh… How tragic.” She fawned. Oa sighed, crossing her arms in a pensive stance, saying [color=#995580][i]“You are the second god I’ve ever met since I came into this world and now this…”[/i][/color] She kept thinking about being called a monster as she opened her eyes, staring. She then said, [color=#995580][i]“So you take pleasure in that… Hmmm… You and they would get along easily, albeit I do disagree with their means.”[/i][/color] The illumination of the room seemed to dim before returning to normal, Oa seemed to lightly groan at it. “You are hiding something.” Wyn accused. “Who is it you speak of, this ‘they’? Why do you keep glancing across the room? Why do you groan as if hurt?” She asked in quick succession before laughing, “Amazing what one can view when everything is made of blood. The walls, the floors, the ceiling, the pillars… So on and so forth. What a gift it is to be blind. All those little sighs of yours, the way you cross your arms. You’re no fun but I suppose this is what can be expected from a God, can it not? Such hardy prey.” She licked her lips. [color=#995580][i]“You would not want to know and even if you insist I don't think I will tell you.”[/i][/color] She said, glancing at her own shadow before glancing forward. Wyn, following her look, soon seemed to notice a thousand eyes staring at her from Oa’s shadow but with a blink they seemed to not be there anymore. Wyn sighed with a pout, “Must you be so difficult?” Another growl escaped her throat, deep and guttural. “This conversation is boring and you are quite dull, no offense.” She mocked with a large smile. “If you can’t give me good conversation, then what can you give me?” She asked. [color=#995580][i]“I am not much of a merchant like Ash and her shadows… So I guess unless you want a favor from me or something destroyed just ask.”[/i][/color] Oa said, beginning to inspect her hand. It seemed rather strange until she pierced her hand with her thumbnail and a pool of black tar began to flow off her hand, onto the floor. It wasn't blood for Wyn, rather it seemed like something else. Oa seemed to turn her face to her still with the same expression and said [color=#995580][i]“Don't bother I am fine…”[/i][/color] This visibly seemed to upset Wyn and she began to shake. “How dare you…” She muttered, “How dare you mention that bitch’s name in my presence and to have the audacity to let your corruption leak and degrade my sacred hall… How dare you!” She snarled. Almost instantly the floor where the tar spilled gave way to a dark nothingness, threatening to swallow Oa up in it. Oa looked below, still rather in an unimpressed mood. She then said, [color=#995580][i]“I might not look worried… but you are worrying me… you have a lot of temper tantrums you know.”[/i][/color] Oa continued as the oily substance continued to leak from her hand. Wyn stared at her with an enraged expression that quickly became a smile. She stood still and said nothing else. The hole expanded abruptly and then filled with a dark crimson liquid underneath Oa. Thousands of bloody hands erupted from the crimson, going for the Abyssal god. As the hands approached Oa sighed, saying, [color=#995580][i]“Note to self, watch out for the solitary blood goddess… Well I’ll see you around.”[/i][/color] As the hands approached, Oa said with a sigh, [color=#995580][i]“Well take me away boys.”[/i][/color] The lights in the room seemed to extinguish as darkness engulfed the area completely. Soon rekindled, back into light, Wyn noticed Oa was gone and the pond beneath where she stood, even if it was just a stain, quickly evaporated into nothing. Being dragged through the dark water Oa emerged in a pond she casted in the plains before entering the Bloodmire, emerging with tar covering her; She shook her body free of it, leaving her body to fall on the ground and into the pool she sighed saying. [color=#995580]“Well… I guess I will check back on her, when she is more calm.”[/color] cleaning herself. [hider=Summary] Oa travels about and goes into the Bloodmire where she falls down a hole and then ends up sliding down in the realm of Wyn. She journeys up the castle grounds until she reaches the throne room where Wyn sits, covered in moths. As they fly away they have a conversation and Wyn ends up having a mood swing, where things get a little dicey but it ends with the two Goddesses, thoroughly apart from one another. No violence was shed. [/hider] [hider=MP] Wyn 1MP/3AP None spent Oa 5/5 -1MP spent to teleport out of Wyn’s realm 4MP/5AP remaining [/hider]