Gods/Goddesses RP

[fienda]

(OOC) Hey, I'm new and unapproved. If I make any mistakes, don't hesitate to correct.

I figured I'd post an intro and leave it open-ended so any body can jump in. The character I play has just become a Goddess in her culture/world. I think it would be interesting for different Gods from different mythologies to mingle, so feel free to do OCs or Norse Gods, or Greek Gods or Egyptian Gods or whatever you want. (/OOC)


Stepping into the Shadow Realm was still something that made Acuma uneasy. She was having difficulty coming to terms with her powers and her new place in life. It was no longer in the warm, tropical sunshine, or even in the comforting caverns of her mountainous homeland. No, her place now was a strange in-between.

She was neither dark nor light. She was shadow. She was the embodiment of that primordial state that was born of light, but not consisting of light itself. She was the infinite space created by the cast of rays the sun shone upon the world. That space is her home now.

Zemi, her spirit friend, picked up on Acuma's dark and brooding mood.

"Why do you fret, child? You are immortal now. Leave your human habit of brow-furrowing behind you." The lizard spoke in a voice that to a human's ears would sound like the harrowing and incoherent wail of a ghost. It also spoke not from it's physical mouth but rather from the energy of it's soul, audible only to the ears of other spirits and, of course, Gods.

"Zemi," she said, barely disguising a chastising tone, "Whether or not it is a human habit is irrelevant. My people do not frown at all. So, I can only have learned the habit from you, my friend, since you are the only one I have seen since I became the Mabuya."

She teased the spirit good naturedly, and her somber mood brightened ever so slightly because of it. It was true though, what she had said. In her tribe, frowning was a kind of taboo.

"Zemi, let us go find a place to meditate."

"If by meditate you mean, take a nap, then yes... lets."

She made a sound between her teeth that chided the creature, "For a spirit, you are not very spiritual."

She did not laugh, but smiled to herself and praised the Mountain that she had the company of the funny little lizard. Although Zemi was a cantankerous creature, she was still comforted by it's presence.

She manipulated her surroundings, so that she could see the mortal world through the Veil. It was like looking at clear waters on a moonless night and reminded her of the naturally occurring bioluminescence in the waters of her home. She was in the dark, and the light only dimly shone on the other side of the Veil.

She roamed from shadow to shadow, skirting through the mortal world until she found a familiar place. It was on the far side of her island, too close to the shore for her people to venture. She only knew of this place because of her mother. It was in this spot that her mother had discovered her father, the ship-wrecked foreigner who was delivered from the ocean to die on their island, in the comforting arms of a strange woman rather than the jaws of a hungry sea creature.

Stepping through the Veil into the mortal realm, she sat in the shadowed part of the waterfall, under the overhanging craggy rock. In front of her the waters fell and collected in the hidden pool where her father and mother had first laid eyes on each other. She closed her own eyes and listened to the falling water, letting it soothe her into a deep meditative state.

Soon, she had projected herself into another realm, one not her own nor that of the mortals. But she wasn't sure where she was. She did sense, however, that she was not alone, even though Zemi seemed to remain back with her psychical body under that water fall, curled up and sleeping in her lap.

"Where am I?" The sound of her own disembodied voice caught her off guard.

[SweetiePearls]

Usually, Mo did nothing but drift in her comfortable little darkness.

She was always careful to leave whatever physical body she inhabited in a safe place with no memories of being her vessel. The vessels she chose did her a great kindness after all, letting her borrow a physical body when she had none, but it was nice sometimes to return to being nothing but an omniscient concept.

That was, until something bumped into her.

Her blurred existence seemed to jump back, as startled as a conscience on its own could be. The disturbance was a light, flickery one. Mo quickly blanketed it in her own aura to keep it from fading out of her plane, summoning her own monotone voice as the disturbance trembled in shock under her lull.

"Who is it that comes here?" she asked tentatively.