[centre][h1]Hummusaharrqawatrr[/h1] & [h1]Galaxor[/h1][/centre] [hr] Across the vast, endless expanse of the multiverse, a cosmic bull was grazing on the light-year long strains of gases and matter on the Flowerfield Nebula. It was quiet - even for a realm devoid of noise such as space - and the bull knew nothing but peace and quiet. Here, he had danced with the nebula for untold ages: He would eat its fill of hard matter and, after a time, release it back out again as gases into the circulation of the cosmic phenomenon. The nebula had been shaped by the bull’s grazing, and the bull had been shaped by the nebula’s abundancy. He had grown fat on its overflow of sustenance, and the nebula had grown dependent on his recycling of matter back into gas. They had domesticated each other, and neither could leave for fear of permanent, irreversible change. All was peaceful until… [sub]”Come…”[/sub] The bull raised his head from the eternal graze. The pain of the stiffness of straightening his neck for the first time in aeons drowned out the sound, which had been as soft as the beat of a mosquito’s wing. He paid it no mind and shifted his eyes to the delicious matter below him. Yet before he could lower his head, there it was again. “Come…” Louder this time, yet not more audible than whisper. In absence of other noise, however, it was comparable to a yell. The bull shook, his belly with him, a quake rippling across his skin. He scowled around, horns thirstily searching for the assailant of his ear drums. Yet nobody came. The echo of the deafening whisper quieted down, and he was once again left alone. Just to be sure, he fixed his eyes on the black horizon, stars twinkling nervously all throughout his gaze. Only after an eternity that felt like the blink of an eye, did the bull’s eyelids laze down to their drowsy state. Then, a thunder, a cacophony, a circus of a billion decibels rocked the very fabric of space encompassing the bull. The gases in his nebula quaked and dissipated like smoke in a hurricane; planets cracked apart and stars imploded and exploded like bubbles in a tub. Despite the relative emptiness of the vacuum of space in the bull’s realm, the perversely powerful soundwaves transcended the laws of nature, physics and common sense. “[color=gold]OHOHO! You’ve called me, little thing?! Very well. I, Galaxor, the God of Heroes, the Hero Maker, Divine Artisan of Heroes, Celestial Forger of Legendary Champions, Master of Heroic Destinies, Architect of Heroism and Valor, Weaver of Epic Tales, Cosmic Mentor of Heroic Prodigies, the Legendary Enabler of Greatness, Creator of Champions, the Mythweaver, the Cosmic Patron of Heroic Aspirations, the Celestial Architect of Legendary Deeds, have answered your call![/color]” The bull could barely make sense of what happened before: “[color=gold]HERE! Take some speck of my power and make my wishes known within this universe.[/color]” The bull screamed, but he was an ant battling an elephant. “[color=gold]All shall rejoice when heroes walk the world.[/color]” Like a grain of sand to a hurricane. “[color=gold]All shall learn from GALAXOR![/color]” [sub]”Shut up, pleeeaaase!”[/sub] the bull squeezed out through the storm of noise, speaking words for the first time. [centre]“[color=gold]HA![/color]”[/centre] His rage and fury twisted his muscles, bones and skin. His front limbs cracked apart and regrew into colossal, tree-trunk arms with muscles like pistons. [centre]“[color=gold]HA![/color]”[/centre] His powerful back craned upwards, lifting his massive belly off the “ground”. His hands and feet stepped in millennia old nebulaen cow pies left by himself over aeons. His transparent, celestial skin browned with maroon fury and his corporeal form filled with substance and depth. [centre]“[color=gold]HA![/color]”[/centre] His back hooves now carrying his whole weight, he stood up straight for the first time, his face growing a beard in a second as though the rage within him started pushing out whatever grew underneath his skin. [centre]“[color=gold]HA![/color]”[/centre] He hit peak anger. With a charge like a flash of lightning, the minotaur tore through the shattered space he had lived in for as long as he could remember. He gored at the walls of the multiverse with his horns and ripped apart the wall between realities until he saw on the other side, several lights and forms. With a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEIk7C2X_KE]final roar[/url], he rent the last threads and shoved his head and half of his torso out, spotting all the forms in great detail. In their midst, he saw his target, laughing mightily as he did with an aura of glory radiating from him like the rays of the sunpool beneath them. Still halfway stuck in the tear, the minotaur forced a hand through and shook it at the heroic character. Galaxor continued laughing with mirth usually only reserved for the most joyous occasions as his power was slowly being drained by the Codex. Taking a deep breath of…nothing, he was about to write more in the Codex, more rules, more trials, more tribulations that would haunt mortals in this universe until they became the legendary heroes worthy of the name but then he felt something. A ripple in time and space. The fabric of the multiverse itself was being ripped apart by something or someone. Only another deity would have that power. Only a deity that…shouted at him. “SHUT UUUUUP!” He kept pushing himself through the tear, grunting and fuming as he did. Turning his head to where the sound came from, Galaxor laughed once more, louder and stood tall, letting his perfectly sculpted muscles shine in the light of the sunpool behind him. Generating some wind, his hair waved in it and with a smile that could melt the heart of a love goddess. Looking at what shouted at him, Galaxor studied the weirdly looking deity. It reminded him of a domestic animal of his youth but bigger and better. “[color=gold]Maybe that’s what happened with it! He became a deity! So, that’s what happens when you turn an animal into a hero![/color]” he thought to himself, even his thoughts were loud, shouting within his own mind, making the heroic aura around him expand and contract as he did. “[color=gold]Hello there! Are you, by any chance, Little Roxalag? Do you remember me? [/color]” he said out loud, fully ignoring the “Shut Up”. The bull would not be out-ignored and reverse-ignored his smug reply. With great effort, he pushed his enormous body through the tear and kicked off from the nothing beneath his filthy hooves. As he flew at the herculean figure before him, he wound up a straight punch. “GRRRRRRIIIIT THOSE TEEEEEEEEEETH!” he cried. Surprised, Galaxor laughed once more, his hands going on his belly. “[color=gold]Oh? You’re trying to fight, little one? [/color]” said Galaxor, looking into a different direction as he did. The bull’s colossal body approached Galaxor at lightning speed and only when he was a mere meter away, Galaxor let out a loud yawn and grabbed the bull’s fist, all while still looking away and spinned him around. As he spun him, after a few seconds, he stopped and placed the bull nicely in front of himself before giving him a gentle flick of his finger on the bull’s nose. “[color=gold]HA! HA! I win. You’ve still got a lot to learn, little Roxalag! [/color]” continued Galaxor with a gentle smile. He wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone if asked, but he found the bull’s reaction, kinda cute. The bull’s skin turned from maroon to crimson, a blush so powerful that it threatened to cook him from the inside. He looked up at the smirking, perfect face that had treated him like a toy and could hardly control his breath. He wound up another blow, this time an uppercut, blaring, “Sh-SHUT UP!” Galaxor raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "[Color=gold]Ahhh…they never learn.[/color]" he said before pulling his head back, more than it would be normally possible and at breathtaking speed used it to connect with the bull's fist. A massive explosion of force as the two divines connected followed. As the cosmic dust cleared, Galaxor's aura shined through. If one would look at him, one could see that he wasn't even remotely hurt while his opponent's hand was battered and bruised. "[Color=gold]Little one. Stop, you're just hurting yourself. Let me give you some advice. Go back wherever you came from, train for a few eons and let's spar again. If you continue, I'll be forced to take this as a challenge and I, Galaxor, the God of Heroes, the Hero Maker, Divine Artisan of Heroes, Celestial Forger of Legendary Champions, Master of Heroic Destinies, Architect of Heroism and Valor, Weaver of Epic Tales, Cosmic Mentor of Heroic Prodigies, the Legendary Enabler of Greatness, Creator of Champions, the Mythweaver, the Cosmic Patron of Heroic Aspirations, the Celestial Architect of Legendary Deeds, face all my challenges with extreme force. [/color]" The bull didn’t reply. He was soaring away like a comet across the sky, dazed as though he had made out with a rockslide. He groaned something out into the nothingness of the ether, his fist a funny pudding of bones and skin. The stump lead the way, like a clump of lead at the end of a fishing line. After a good ten minutes or so (time wasn’t really a thing quite yet), he was still out of it, but at least he was conscious again. The rage threatened to choke him, so to ease up on the pressure, he readied his other fist. Just one punch - JUST ONE! That would show him! He kicked off yet again and flew right back towards Galaxor, albeit from a longer distance away and clearly slowed by the pain. “I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR TAKING ME AWAY FROM MY PASTURE!” Putting his hands in front of him, Galaxor looked confused. "[Color=gold]I've got no idea what you're talking about but if you want a fight. Fine. I'll show you the differences between our skills. [/color]" replied Galaxor to the bull before taking a deep breath, growing in size as he did. Now standing at 6 meters tall, his heroic aura shined bright, almost like a small sun and with a clap, he took off at breathtaking speed. Faster than the bull, faster than before, he caught the bull's horns mid-flight and spun him around a few times before throwing him away. But he didn't stop there, as the bull was flying, Galaxor caught up to him, punched him in the opposite direction and continued to do so a few more times. Battering the bull’s body with blows. These blows were not at full strength but enough to teach him and all others that might watch, that Galaxor is not to be trifled with. After a few more hits, he grabbed the bull by the neck and looked him in the eye. “[color=gold]Yield. [/color]” said Galaxor. Only one word but it was said with a commanding tone only known to divine beings. The tone of a god talking with his mortals. Gone was the cheery and full of life Galaxor. Instead, the Hero Galaxor came out. The true Galaxor. The fighter. The legendary warrior. The bull hung from his hands like a dead fur. He was very clearly alive - barely - but he seemed to be completely knocked out. A horn had been cracked and his face was overgrown with swellings. He grunted something small, but it was very clear that the fight had been knocked out of him. He let out a small “prrt…” and some filth dripped off a bruised hoof. “[color=gold]Very well.[/color]” said the Hero Galaxor with the same tone as before. As he released the bull, his heroic aura dimmed once more to what it was at the beginning. Looking at the beaten divine, Galaxor smiled at him and put his hands together. Divine energy formed between his hands, glowing brighter and brighter before becoming a tiny ball similar to a sun. The ball flew from Galaxor’s hands and went into the bull, healing him of his most serious injuries. “[color=gold]HA! HA! HA! Now that was something! Phew! Thank you for the entertainment, little Roxalag. Are you calmer now? Introduce yourself. Tell me your titles and name. [/color]” said Galaxor to the now-healed divine. The swelling faded around the bull’s eyes, and underneath them dwelt a scowl. He snorted angrily, which incited a cough: “Hugch-huch-HUMMUSahaqawattr!” he hacked. It was then that a flash flickered in his eyes. His rage had yet to subside, but he no longer seemed aggressive - at least not against Galaxor, for fear of ending up a steak. He kicked off again, this time away with all haste, ignoring the hero god’s attempt at peace brokering. Instead, he shook his fist again as he flew off into space. “YOU WIN THIS TIME, YOU DAMN YELLER! I will never forget this!” His orb-like body soared through empty space like a comet, seeking a distant corner to sulk in. Galaxor laughed as he saw Hummus running away and waved at him. “[color=gold]Not many forget their first encounter with GALAXOR! You take care now, learn a bit more and challenge me again, Hummus! You were fun to play with![/color]” [i]shouted[/i] Galaxor before taking off too. He wasn’t sure where to go but he knew he would hang around this universe. It was a fun one. [hider=Summary] A space cow eats and shits gas in an alternate universe. The loud fucking voice of Sloth sorta bothers him, but the absolute shit concert of Galaxor’s entrance shatters the very universe this cow lives in. In pure rage, the cow morphs into a minotaur, jumps through into the Galbarverse and tries to punch Galaxor. Galaxor beats him into a pulp and the bull, who coughs his name into existence, runs off and promises revenge. [/hider]