The Land of Avand is a vast, mysterious place filled with monsters, humans, and many other species. Though dangerous, many have found their niche and have built small civilizations, finding ways to hunt, survive, and eventually thrive.
This order is maintained by the three Demi-Gods of Avand, ordained by the mysterious overseer Olotl. These Demi-Gods, gifted with unique powers and strong wills, seek unnatural occurrences, as well as those who have gone mad with power and seek to destroy, and dispose of them before they have a chance to do much harm.
Virion of the Land. A strong-willed soul with fiery determination. Painful visions scorch his mind when a troubling vision is set to unfold, and he hears the thoughts of those around him. Though many that surround him call him arrogant, he only uses it as a façade to protect his fragile mind, unwilling to grow close to anyone who may die in front of him. Only The Sea and The Twilight know who he truly is. He was created as an elf, though his ears are less pointed in his earthbound form.
Khythos of the Sea, Mender of Souls A reserved, kindhearted soul that believes true peace can be achieved without violence. Though he does not like to fight, he is quite good at it, and will do so if forced to. He is the only Demi-God on Avand that has not been seen widely by the population - many think he is a myth. He is also the only of the three who is Rhaeadran - a blue-skinned sea creature that can breathe both in water and air. His gills, which sit on both sides of his neck, are slightly hidden when out of water. He has a nervous habit of picking at his horns.
Xyrnys of the Twilight, Keeper of Time A timekeeper, a starkeeper, a Demi-God, and a stern, mothering soul. To those on the outside, she is composed, strong, elegant, and compassionate. A leader of the Demi-Gods. On the inside, her burdens weigh her heavily, though she refuses to let it slow her down. She remains invisible often - unless needed - to keep herself from being dragged into situations she's not needed in. Born as a Starchild - a being composed of light and stars - she retains a human appearance. It is said she can change appearances at will, though not even the other Demi-Gods have seen it to confirm it.
[i "Is it true that you believe peace can be achieved without violence?"
"…of course. I wouldn't have said it if I did not share the belief."
"As an immortal being, you must understand how irrational that notion is. True peace cannot be achieved unless you show your people - and your enemies - that you are willing to do whatever it takes to stop them.”
“Please explain to me how that preserves peace, rather than instilling fear.”]
… .…. …
[i Weak. Soft. Kindhearted. Dense. Reserved. Undeserving. These words are but a few of what I’ve heard myself described as. Are they wrong? My cohorts disagree, but I myself cannot be certain.
The people and creatures of Avand do not believe in peace without a price. They believe in taking things by force. With pain. Suffering. They don’t - or can’t - understand the pain I hear in the souls that surround us. It crushes me to hear their screams; one can only imagine the suffering they must endure as they are forced to carry on in this world.
Khythos of the Sea, the Coward. The only Demi-God who won't fight back. "He would rather run away; he probably can't fight and chose pacifism instead."
Was it wrong of me to believe that being strong and being peaceful weren't mutually exclusive? While being weak is not why I don't fight - I'm actually rather competent in battle - It's a common assumption.
I just believe that peace can be preserved without the need for senseless violence. One day, I will be able to prove this.
Khythos took a deep breath as he stood atop the cliff, the salty smell from the waterfall teasing his nostrils. The morning had been clear and quiet thus far, but something in his gut told him it wouldn't be that way for long. It never was.
The Rhaeadran flew down the waterfall, resting his bare feet in the river below. The cool water felt nice; the day was making out to be warm.
Holy shit -.. I'll try, but can't write something that long!-))
Shroud woke up, the feeling of his comfortable bed slipping away with each breath. New scents mingling with one another. With a groggy voice he spoke: "Murk-.. Where.. am I?-" Steadily his vision returned, the sights becoming clearer by the second. Soon, a cherry blossom tree is what he found himself up against, the pink petals floating through the air.
He steadily got to his feet, though nauseous, Shroud managed well. "Ok-... Got kidnapped, realized what I was then dumped me in the woods... Lovely days!" His knacks clinked together as he took a step. ((PS, knacks are what I call his spider legs.))
((Most of mine was background, so you’re fine! I just expect something to work with!))
Something odd struck Khythos as he turned towards the Flora region of the forest. Other than the bright colors and beautiful flowers that existed nowhere else in Avand, something else felt… off.
[i I really don’t want to be bothered with giant bees today.] Khythos grumbled as he took flight towards the Flora forest, pulling a trinket out of his pocket and constructing a staff with it. The staff was wooden for the base, with a wave-like charm at the top. “All right, Olotl, what bastardry do you have for me today?”
He soon had to stop and lean against the tree, "What's goi-Hurk!" Shroud had vomited, a mix of crimson red and sludge green splattered against the luscious Jade and hot pink ground. "W-..Was I drugged?-" He muttered, wiping away the taste with his sleeve.
With a heavy shudder, Shroud managed another step, followed by another. Slowly, he regained his stamina, soon walking at a steady pace. "Fuck this man-.. I just wanted to sleep-!"
Landing on the soft, luscious grass, Khythos looked ahead. There was a plethora of sheep, cows, wolves, Lycanmorphs, and other animals frolicking about; none of which seemed out of place. He scratched his head and entered the tree line, a few pink petals dancing around him in a dazzling display.
He stopped short when he saw a bloodsplatter on the ground. A quick analysis said it was mixed with a light poison; not enough to kill someone, but enough to subdue. Was there someone in trouble? Marching forward, he was going to find out.
“Hello?” He called out. His accented voice didn’t carry terribly far, but he knew anyone within a few miles’ radius would hear him. “Is someone out here?” If someone was poisoned, they wouldn’t have gotten too far. He hoped.
His ears twitched upon hearing a voice, he spun around, looking through the trees. "Yes, I'm ov-Hurk!" Once more, vomit hit the ground with a splash. "Here!" He finished. The salty tang staining his tongue.
He sat down, realizing it was more blood than stomach acid. "Poisoned maybe..-" suddenly, a roaring pain coated his body, the spot where it started was from his neck.. the pain was intolerable, even a scream of agony was denied.
Nodding at the arachnid’s consent, Khythos drew closer and spotted the source of the problem. He didn’t know the identity of the creature, but it was actively poisoning the poor man, and could suffocate him if not treated.
“If this hurts, I’ll heal it in just a moment.” Khythos’ voice was calm as he froze the yellow leech-like creature with ice magic before pulling it off of his neck, reducing the amount of damage as much as possible. He’d keep it frozen for further analysis.
“Okay. I’m going to have your soul in my hands for a few seconds, but I promise you won’t feel anything but the healing process.”
As Khythos worked, he pulled out a strange-colored soul from the male arachnid. He paid the color little mind as he covered it with his own healing aura, exhuming the poison from his body.
With a short huff, he placed the soul back in his body and gave him a soft smile. “How do you feel?”
((Khythos heals by working with souls. He’s the mender of souls. You can choose the color of your own, if you want!))
"Relax, it will be okay." Khythos surged gentle streams of energy to the arachnid. "The poison should almost be out of your body at this point. Whatever that little yellow thing was on your throat seemed to be the cause." He glanced over to the ice cube slug. "I'm not sure what it is, though."
Khythos heaved him up into a sitting position, holding him up as he continued to gently give him energy surges. "Your name. Can you tell me your name? Mine is Khythos."
"I'd you mean my bedroom, no." He rubbed his neck, wincing lightly.
"What's up with this place anyway? I woke up, slumped against a tree no idea where it was, vomited 3 days worth of food, and now I'm finding out I have some leech parasite slurping on my blood and injecting poison."
"I can assure you that the leech isn't of this world. Whatever wanted you here must've planted it to sedate you." He frowned. "As for why you woke in a tree, I'm assuming it was just bad placement."
"The rest of the planet isn't so bad, though." Khythos stood, hovering off the ground a few inches. "This is one of the prettier regions, but the Lycanmorphs get hungry at nighttime. Avand is... a strange planet full of diverse creatures and animals."
He sighed heavily. "A Lycanmorph is similar to a werewolf, but they don't shift forms. They hold a lanky, human-like form with canine features, and they're extremely dangerous when hunting. I won't let you get eaten by one."
Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Khythos tipped his head. "I won't be able to return you to where you came from, but if you'd like, I can fly you over to my domain. It's more of a general forest and river area, and has fewer hostiles."
[i "You] can walk if you'd like. I'll stay close, but I'd rather float. It's more convenient." He chuckled. "It's strange. You may not be a traditional arachnid, but I'm surprised you're afraid of heights."
He hummed, flying forward but keeping a low flight profile. "I'm trying to piece together how you got here so we can try to get you back home. Did you have any enemies back in your homeland?"
Khythos raised his arms in an 'I surrender' fashion, huffing in irritation. "Look, they're just questions. I'm just trying to help. If you don't want it, fine. I have a planet to look after."
He turned toward the arachnid, his eyes glimmering. "If you decide you're done being a grouch and actually [i want] my help, my domain is in a cave behind the tallest waterfall." With a snort, he took to the skies.
Khythos felt bad for leaving Shroud on his own, but he wasn't going to learn how to accept help by being irritable and biting at every word Khythos said. The Rhaeadran sighed. He didn't have time to babysit.
Shroud hocked a ball of saliva, spitting it out. The ball hit the ground and the grass sizzled, slowly dissolving.
He flicked Khythos off as he flew away. "Can't handle my blunt personality.. I'll have fun with him~" Shroud muttered, walking over to the nearest tree, his knacks dug into the bark, lifting shroud upm
[i [#ff00c8 "So he just... appeared out of nowhere?"]]
[i "That's what it looks like, X." The Rhaeadran handed Xyrnys the ice-encased leech. "This was poisoning him when I found him. I'm guessing it came from wherever he did, but even if it didn't, his DNA is still on it. Maybe you can track where he's from by that."]
[i Xyrnys scratched her head. [#ff00c8 "It'll probably take me a while, but I've had less to work with. Give me a few days and I'll see if I can find the timeline he's from."]]
[i "Thanks. I appreciate it."]
Khythos sighed, wondering how the arachnid was fairing on his own. He swam swiftly through the currents of the river, passing by different species of fish without a second glance. It hadn't been more than a day since he'd parted ways with Shroud, yet he was still concerned.
[i He and Virion would get along great,] he thought with a scoff. Both were boisterous, rude, and had a large personality. Khythos didn't [i mind] that, so to speak, he just couldn't handle being nagged at or snapped at when doing all he could help. [i I haven't seen his soul in the Soulstream yet, so at least he's not dead.]
"Finally.. the fucking waterfall." He growled and wrapped most of his body in webs to avoid getting them wet, and walking through the waterfall, he hoped to find food. Water wasn't a problem considering all the streams of water, but food.. sure didn't know what was poisonous and what wasn't.
Khythos’ gills twitched when he felt a presence nearby - it was unfamiliar. [i Shroud must’ve found my cave.] Swimming up to the surface, he took a breath as he switched back to air-breathing and looked at the waterfall. There was a small trail of wet webbing sitting at the bottom, bubbling gently.
[i Yeah, that’s definitely him.] He sighed, lifting himself out of the water. The liquid shed off his gi easily, leaving only a slight glisten on his skin. He flew toward his cave entrance to see what the arachnid needed from him.