GOD POST
(Geo, I'm not sure what the lore is here, let me know if I've completely wrecked yours and I'll edit/delete.)
Above the realm of mortals and flesh, of material and bone, was the realm of the gods, some newly born, others older. Death, for one, was eternal. From the first microorganism that shuddered to a halt, its processes no longer capable of sustaining life, to the new beings that questioned their place in their new world, Death was always there. However, unlike, perhaps, Votus or Corrupto, Gall'dyras had been unable to fit her essence into the physical Avatar which now happily led her people. She was unsure as to why. Perhaps the thrice-accursed Gamemaster who toyed with life and death like they were his own personal courtesans had limited her even more than the others, fearing that she would easily overpower many of the other gods, and as such had left her with only a fraction of her own power.
It was like attempting to squeeze an endless ocean of knowledge and personality into a single fragile cup. Every second of maintaining her Avatar's presence was excruciatingly, exquisitely painful, despite her deliberately holding back, leaving the Avatar but a dim representation of her true self. A mere child, left in an adult's form. Humiliating. Infuriating. And she could do naught to better her Avatar's condition. As things were, the Avatar was incapable of communicating almost anything meaningful, barely able to comprehend the most basic of needs. Still, there was hope. For each thinking being that took its last breath, that ceased to exist, Gall'dyras's Avatar was able to hold more and more of her essence. A single death was trifling. But in a few hundred years, things would be
very different, oh yes.
Still, as things were, her tribe was vulnerable. So Death had picked...an ally, someone who she could trust with the very future of her people. She had deliberated carefully over her choice. Corrupto she had dismissed almost immediately. He was almost as twisted as the Gamemaster in her eyes. Warping and twisting those who served him into freaks, beings that should have never been, denying them her embrace-for Gall'dyras was not cruel to those who feared dying. She understood that few creatures wished to die, and felt their pain. Each death gave her the memories, personalities, and drive of the deceased, teaching her. Death did her best to comfort those who died, appearing in their minds as a mysterious woman who led them into a new world. Whether that world even existed was not hers to say. She was the courier, not the receiver.
Votus was too untrustworthy. Why a god of rock and stone would appear as an all-consuming black hole, she did not know, but it left her suspicious. Loki was no better. Fire was fickle, hungry, and could turn on the user in a moment's notice. While Gall'dyras bore To-oh no ill will, and indeed thought rather highly of him, she was wary of his intents. Many saw her as a monster, a dark unfeeling reaper that took without remorse. And To-oh, the embodiment of nature itself, was too opposite to her being to be trusted immediately. He might trust her, but she could not know this for certain.
That had left Le'ra. God of innovation. While she felt no real bond with him, innovation often serving to dodge her embraces, she accepted it calmly as long as he understood that his people would eventually die. As such, they had agreed on an alliance, as long as it served both of their interests.
Now, in their realm,
Gall'dyras stood watch over her people, looking down on them, face hidden as it always was, even from those who peered directly into her face, an eternal shadow resisting the strongest of lights or the keenest of vision. And as always, she stood in her doorway. If one viewed her from behind, one would simply see a flat, featureless wall, despite the obvious open range behind her if one stood in front of her.
Loki was busily chunnering to himself in the corner. She ignored the fire god's ramblings of alliances, and continued looking down on the world.
"I seem to be enjoying myself." She said musingly, a half-visible mouth curling up into a smile at her Avatar's antics.
"I don't understand why you chose to create your Avatar the way you did, Le'ra, although I must confess that the idea is rather tempting now."
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