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 Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 9:02 pm
Curled up atop his rock formation of a throne, Wingu'anuru, god of colors, sat watching the crescent moon with blind eyes. He couldn't see it, but could sense it, and that was beautiful enough for him. Stars shone brilliantly on this cold winter night, and an occasional falling star could be seen. The Milky Way seemed closer to Africa than ever, as if one could reach up and brush their hand against the stars and planets. Bits of snow dappled the large mountains, surrounding the god's throne with it.
This gave the god time to think about his relationships with other gods. He missed Momo deeply, and had to think of his trip to the Ela pride; He had to see their tattoos! .. And what about love? Surely the god himself wasn't falling for the goddess of love? Time would only tell. For now, the god curled up, kept warm by his large wings and overflowing mane.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 9:38 pm
*She didn’t come here often—no not to this place. She found it more comfortable living within the wood, the wood that held all the small creatures that dwelled within it safe. She longed to rest beside the river’s edge once more; to listen to the running waters as the softly tumbled over one another… but something had called her to come back to this long forgotten place.
Blue eyes softly narrowed as the Goddess of Purity slowly walked into view. Locks of long, wavy hair curled at her neck and chest line as she turned her sight to a near by God. He looked to be resting, contemplating perhaps; she would not disturb him. With a soft sigh she slowly padded herself to side alone.
Her tail curled at her side as the small star pendent that hung along her neck daggled back and froth. Why she had come back to this place… she did not know. For it had been ages… ages ago that she left—and couldn’t recall why. The goddess was lost within her own thoughts too now, as she sat still.
For a moment she let her gaze back up to the fellow God; looking him over once or twice. She did not recognize him… but he held a certain quality she fancied. Zimran loved colors; and this God was oozing hue.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 2:37 pm
Wingu's ears flickered as he heard the soft movements of Zimran. He turned his head about, as if trying to detect someone's prescence. "Who's out there?" he called, looking aware, yet nervous.
Before the goddess could reply, Wingu stood up, and releasing a wave of the silvery liquid that could help him detect things, he managed to spot Zimran through this process. As the liquid formed a bubble around her, soft colors faded into Wingu's mind. He could make out her shape, and soft blondes and golds were her palette, followed by a dash of striking blue. At once, he retracted the liquid, blushing slightly. This was not Momo, his dear friend; it was another female.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:27 am
*Before she could respond to his asked question the Goddess stopped in place and smiled as he gazed at her. He was blind; but, somehow he could see her. Zimran was unaware of this power he used to spot her, so to her this was rather strange. With a soft smile and tone the horned Goddess slowly moved closer and spoke.*
“Your colors are radiant.”
*She stated with a nod, before lowing her gaze from him. She found herself once more gazing about, as if reminiscing upon past events. She was lost within a web of thought for a moment- before she felt herself come to and pull back to this new God. He seemed well mannered.*
“What is your name- and of what domain do you hail from?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:34 am
As if Wingu didn't feel shy enough, Zimran's compliment caused his cheeks to turn a vivid red. "Ah.. aha.... th-thank you, miss..." he said quietly, pawing at the ground. He could feel his adolescent ways creeping into his adult form..
"Oh!" His name? His domain? "M-my name... r-right... it's... ah.." Oh gods, what was his name and domain?! Now wasn't the time for his brain to suddenly shut down. Come ooon... sounded like 'Dingu'.. "WINGU!" he yelled, before blinking at his own volume. He cleared his throat, before sitting up straight. "M-my name is Wingu'anuru; I am the god of colors." He closed his eyes, thinking now only about his stupidity, and the color of his face. This was no way to act in front of a goddess!
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