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Event: Just musing-

Elsiff broke the bonds of time and got the god's attention.

"I found the way around your gate," she spoke, bemused by the mighty forms they took, meaningless now that she knew all the answers. "If you wish to remain, you will keep your promises, and look after this land as it deserves."

She was not petty enough to expect them to respond to a mortal; her body would be blown to ashes if they dared so. Answers came in the form of lights, and the girl waited an eternity for answers, occasionally glimpsing them in the sky, rippling patterns of green and blue and yellow drowning out the ancient stars.

One day her call was answered in the form of a young man, who was not what he looked at all; he had eyes bluer than was natural, and when she looked at him in the corner of her eye, sometimes she could see his form changing in a blurr; details rushed in his creation. A human form to please her? This hadn't been what she'd expecting...she'd expected the gods to be less...

well...human.

The fact that they attempted to quiet her by sending one of their own like this spoke miles of them.

"You have waited a long time," spoke the nameless one, "They could not answer you, but through me, they have a voice." He was more than a simple toy for her to play with, then? She could have sworn he looked disgusted at his own words. "I...am...a pawn," It was becoming clear now; he was not a simple eidolon, but a new god. Gone were the 6, now they were 7, even if this one did not appear to be....at his full potential. He was not in control at all, and he knew it. A robot with a mind.

They wanted her secrets. He was indeed just a pawn.

They would not get them.

"Come along, then," she finally spoke, and she swore he flinched at her voice, "if we stay here, we will not see the light of day."

The two left through the snow, away from the cliffs where the gods tried to silence her.

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Kinda coming back for the 238218731th time

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At the end of the long dusk over the forest, the entity rises again. So many things in one; a combination of culture, belief, power. Everything, yet now simply nothing. A mere creature to scuttle over dirt and strand. There is no glory in living here, and yet the being has not quite given up yet. On the morning that thought finds him, he is sitting proudly watching over the blue bowl, ego stroked by the thought that he was still towering over whoever was hiding within those sky-reaching plants.

But he pulls himself to his feet, tail elegantly swiviling over his rear legs like some pretty woman hiding herself. Those eyes look around and see nothing, no one to question or challenge or simply speak to.

Nothing.

And it is then that he is reminded yet again of the old days; he kicks at the earth, rams a small tree with arcing horns as if to show it a message. But he knows this is not a normal land, so she will not hear him. She will not hurt him any longer, although she has done the damage, shown on his face. In a rush of relentless thought, his helm unattaches itself from his neck, unfurling and clattering to the ground where he leaves it without a care, simply standing paralysed where he is, until his bearded jaw finds the will to creak.

"I will bear my price with moderated pride; let all see who I am."

And with that, the god- no, the creature- strides away with a flourishing walk, staring down any who come close to his earthly body.




Recently: 6th of March - Felt like doing some random writing, so there you go O:

4th of March - Went for a drink at the pond; taunted and kicked at a stranger(Hamlet?) who mooed at him, taking it as someone trying to pick at him. Moved away rather than get into a fight though. Wandered around for company; approuched by the same stranger and another(Bellaghy), who poked fun at him again by having a round of mooing. Grumpily refused to bow to either of them but followed them to the ruins, then wandered off against. Chased after a strange rabbit(Big Bunny) and tried to kick it, but left it alone when it ran off towards another stranger. Sat down with Bellaghy for a rest.

26 to the 29th of February - Reformed, hiding out in the birch forest.




Health & Emotion: Reforming himself again, health is about 78%.

A villain does not see themself as evil, and so Toltecatl believes he is neutral. Violence is necessary and real. The world is not a safe place. He can be a charmer (and loves to present himself as regal), and a liar, disgustingly so. He has morals, but they are ever changing.

A constantly tricky being character-wise; he wants your loyalty, but you will probably not have his. He wants followers, and worship, and desires to be great once more. The entity feels great shame and embarrassment in his current position, living in a strange forest, and yet he wants to use in any way possible. To become an idol again, perhaps, or maybe find something new in life.

But as his past stays by him, Tolte cannot let the forest gods go unchallenged. He denies them respect or worship, believes he should own their position(and has often wondered if this is his purpose in the forest), but if asked about his opinion on them will outright deny their existance.

Emotions are not alien to him. He truely loved Fee, but expressed it the way he thought was correct. He might have loved Brynhried as a son, but the question in his mind, that the boy is probably not his own offspring, brings a terrible rage to him. He is capable of perfectly normal relationships given time and understanding, but they will have to endure a battering to pass. He may lie or trick others just to see them squirm; above almost anything, Totlecatl likes being able to see his power.

His gentlemanly side comes through sometimes in small little behaviours. He hums to himself a lot, often when strolling, and will rarely ever swear or raise his voice. He thinks lesser of deer who cuss a lot. If you call near him, he will call right back in your face, and usually sees this kind of behaviour as a challenge and will act insulted. He uses his voice a lot; when wandering you may find him humming to himself, and he often calls out to no one in particular. Another 'insult' to him is the devout pelt; to cast it on him is to, in his words, 'imply that he is another pawn for these mere idols'. If in the right mood, it might even push him far enough to break his focus and attack, but usually it will just make him extremely grumpy.

He is filled with an anger and rage, but his behaviour give a warning of that to others. However, he keeps his anger contained and controlled most of the time. It is not his anger that should be a worry though, it is his mind; sometimes his brain gets a bit out of whack, and he may suddenly lose control, whether this shows itself dangerously or not is up to the moment. He quietly strives to break free from the behavior mold that has stranded him in the forest; in fact, he strives for quite a lot. This will never be admitted.


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