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[h3][i]Sovereign of Beasts and Beauty[/i][/h3][/center]

[center][h3]God Concept:[/h3][/center]
The Primordial Beast Saries says no words, sings no songs, and writes no poems. It might never say so, but It holds domain over the concepts of Beasts and Beauty.

There is an unending beauty in nature, and it is Saries’ duty to both witness it all and to safeguard it and Its innumerable descendants from the filth brought forth by the other God-Beasts. As the protector of all that is natural and all that follows its instincts, it is not uncommon to see shrines to Saries in wild lands, erected by mortals who seek Saries’ protection and blessing.

[center][h3]Appearance:[/h3][/center]
No matter the form It chooses to take at any given time, Saries always glows akin to a bright night sky, Its form dotted with minuscule glittering lights and colours in what seems to be a mimicry of the beauty of space.

That said, It usually takes a glorious Great Canine form. With a long snout, sharp canines the length of knives, shiny fur, intelligent piercing eyes, and large expressive ears and tail.

[center][h3]Motivation:[/h3][/center]
That which is sacred is beautiful.

Nature is sacred. Instincts are sacred. These two facts are essential truths of the World, and it is Saries’ instinct to protect and guard that which It finds beautiful. 

The striking wings of a scarlet macaw, the silver pelt of an old wolf, the wriggling of a newborn kitten… These are all deeply beautiful things born from Saries which must be protected and nurtured so that they may grow as they were destined to in nature, free from the perversion of other God-Beasts.

It tirelessly patrols the Wilds of the World, filling them with Its progeny, new and old, and making them a much harsher environment for those that have found themselves disconnected from nature, be it by choice or not.

Everything that Saries does is guided by Its own instincts. Just like Its progeny, Saries eats, drinks, sleeps, mates, and grieves. It travels from place to place and makes friends and enemies, It succeeds and It fails. It is both the exalted Progenitor of all Beasts, and also just another beast searching for its place in the World.

[center][h3]Roleplay Example:[/h3][/center] 
Years of study and training, all for this moment!

Years of stress and self-doubt, of isolation and loneliness, all gone.

Before her stood the Exalted One, as tall as three of her kind, with thick, soft fur made of the stuff of stars and coloured like the purest and brightest of night skies. 

Its eyes, piercing and striking like the full moon, trained upon her naked form. 

She shivered. It was cold. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, something that caused the Exalted One’s eyes to soften. It relaxed Its posture. At first a little, then a lot, until finally It dropped Its head low enough to be on eye level with her. 

It did not speak, yet deep down she knew what It meant to say. It was saying her name. Leanne, said the wind caressing Its fur. Leanne, said the grass trampled under Its paws. Leanne, said Its eyes, shortly before It closed them and gently bumped Its head against her chest.

She’d studied and prepared for this moment all of her life. She had known in advance how it would go and what would happen, but actually living the moment was completely different. No amount of mentorship, or testing, or prayer, could have truly prepared her for it. 

She let go of her thoughts, one by one, until all that was left was her heart. 

She wrapped her arms around the Exalted One’s head and nuzzled her face into the fur behind one of Its ears, and then she cried.

“Thank you, Sarias… Thank you for choosing me…” Leanne sobbed. “I promise. I’ll be yours, now and forever… Your voice, your hands, your friend... We are now one.”

With the words spoken, it was as if the night sky itself came down to meet with Leanne. A whirlwind of star dust came from the heavens and wrapped itself around Leanne’s naked body, eventually coalescing into something resembling the ceremonial garb that her ancestors had once worn - Only, whereas her ancestors’ garbs were all unique and wonderful, hers was almost entirely featureless and drab. It only took a single look from Sarias for Leanne to understand. 

She was meant to make it her own, to add and take from it as her heart saw fit. She was meant to make it beautiful. It would be a physical expression of the growth of her heart throughout the years, and Sarias would be watching with bated breath every single time that she made a change to it. 

The garb would be their joint life project.

[center]Availability:[/center]
I have a busy work schedule, so my availability is normally quite limited even without taking overtime. I can commit to 1x Post per 8-day period, though.
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