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  1. Maybe it was his fondness of her. The familiarity of his mothers warmth. The way she smelled---always of the herbs and spices she cooked with in the house, mixed in with the soaps she used for her hair and bathing. It unmistakable. It was committed to memory like the sermons of a pastor. So as she spoke, is ...it crept closer. So close that wind couldn't exist wildly between them, the boy hungrily inhaled for that scent and got nothing. Nothing but the smell of earth and bitter cold. His reaction was retrat, snatching away, stumbling backward until his butt found the bitter cold and his back rested against the sword. Bigger then he, and under normal circumstances were it forged of common material it would be far to heavy to wield. Eagerl he stood and stepped around while his hand found the hilt and the weapon began to illuminate. A purplish hue much like that of a black light. It had a pressure about it, pushing back against the winds that lashed out at him and for the first second time since The Omni Kings arrival--He felt warmth. Confidence even, pulling at the weapon and taking advantage of it's remarkable weightlessness. This was partly attributed to the extraordinary materials the composed the weapon but mostly due to the enchantment placed upon it. "Y-You're not my mother....Who're you! I want my mom!!!!!!" In the boys mind, Omnipotence telepathically stoked the fires within him, "Then you're going to have to fight for her boy, You're going to have to earn it!" The boys eyes were fierce. HIs grip on the sword firm, lacking any real stance or technique but looked none of the part of unbalanced or struggling. Tears flowed down his cheeks which were the byproduct of the great force of fear being converted to Fight! A fire flowed, a power never felt before fueled by the determination to get back to the love he questioned, that he'd never challenge again. His appreciation for and the belief that his mother was not of the lot he beleived didn't care, egged on his desire to be back with her and not out here. Was this the sword empowering himself so? Or simply unlocking potential already present, None would know but surely he and this creature was sure to find out.
  2. FIghting the Yeti was something said in jest, for an actual spectre to appear, a Wispmother, played somewhat perfectly into a silent equation culminating in his head. The blast of wind parted his cape in biblical fashion and with it his own form lost it's solidity and faded into transparency to watch things unfold from different planar vantage point. Izule would have caught the tail end of the Deities departure, calling out to him, "NO! Don't leave!!" only to have the powerful baritones of his voice trailing off, "Trials will teach.....an appreciation for life will be obtained.." WIthout warning the wild winds once again wailed on the boys body. Bit at his skin. Infiltrated his lungs and throat and sinuses. Weighing on him to the point where his knee's found the bitter cold and that voice, found his ears. His eyes popped open and feverishly scrutinized the white out for the source. HIs mother! He know he heard her! "M-Mother!! You came for me?!" So haphazardly the boy charges into the white void. Forgoing sign and cues, such as how ones voice can resonate so clearly over the howling winds? Or come from all directions at once? The boys inexperience with the mysticism of these creatures was apparent, "MOTHER! IM HERE!!" he screams, failing to see the winds behaving oddly before him and as if manifested from nothing the child runs face first into the flat side what appeared to be ---a Sword? A grace from the deity he prayed so hard to. A sign, a sign he hoped the boy would see. A sign of faith in him, the he wasn't the weak and insignificant boy the child thought himself as. The boy eyed the sword, while rubbing his face. It's design was unlike anything he'd seen in these lands or his village. It' had a warmth to it, a warmth ignored as the boy still looked to the winds for his mother! But did not move from where the sword was! Transparent, unseen, and unsensed by both he or any creature present, Proteus watched. Smirking while thinking "Some hope for you yet boy...but it isn't over. You have to realize the error of your ways and assumptions, then be shown whom is truly in your corner, and how truly strong and special you are.."
  3. The boys heart thundered in his chest. Adrenaline moved through him with an almost rabid nature, spontaneously triggering both fight or flight responses the likes of which BOTH were deemed absolutely pointless against the scope of what stood before him. How many times had he prayed to him? Screamed to the heavens for his attention, a sign, an omen, SOMETHING that the child needed to believe that there was someone or something out there that could grant him answers! Answers to the questions of a child! Child who's scope albeit limited is no less important then one who's lived a full range of life. Izule, tortured, tried and tribulated has been taught to believe in the wonder and the power of a being who is an has brought forth all! So is its only right that he would seek answers to these questions from the being responsible right? For some reason, maybe because of Proteus' presence or prominence or a combination of both. The biting winds and cold no longer reached. There they stood in the silence of his presence, the infinite mass of cape forming a permiter about the both of them. There, in the solitude of their eyes locking Proteus watched tears fill this childs eyes and from them streams of anguish given physical form. The sheer sadness, radiating from this mortal child, heavier on him then anything he has ever hefted. He pain in his howls, moving....but fast aggravating the deity, who still pauses long enough for Izule to force through it all and speak. "I-if you are the creator of all, *Sniffs and sobs* If its you thats given me life and made me what I am, why did you make me as I am? So much smaller then the others. W-weaker, less special! They tease me! They overlook me! Nobody even recognized Im gone, they don't care for me at all! I am nothing, why did you make me so!? Am I some CURSE to my mothe---" And the thunder in his chest, paled to the comparison of the thunder resonating from the deity before him, "SILENCE!!!!!"... THe force of his voice so intense the child felt as if his insides would liquify. His buttocks found the snow and he was seated while the titan before him conjured a structure to seat himself upon as well as to level with the youth before him. "It seems I also made you a bit of an attention whore, sensitive and a whiner, if we're being frank on critiques. You're as all children are, boy, developing. A canvas or clay if you will, to be molded by the results of your OWN actions combined with the potential of your bloodline. If you are LACKING it's because you choose to look OUTWARD for aid instead of inward for the character within to strive for the goals you have. Worse still you have hte nerve to blame your short comings on the wrong doings of your mother, the woman who is risking life and limb in this blizzard to find the pin headed son that thinks she doesn't want or care for him. Selfish. What if she died as a result of your actions?" Izule paused at this. Eyes wide and his face flushed. Assumptions aside, to have the understanding and knowledge that his mother, like him, was wading through the infinite rage of these blizzards LOOKING for him pained him and like any child, fast is the turn around and realization of an error when it is made apparent. How fast they come into a mature outlook when they realize their own actions can lead to something they value being taken away. "P-Please! I didn't know, can we go to her!???" Proteus scoffed, "Oh now you desire to be with her, then why the fuck are you out here, Boy? You're FICKLE...that's a womans trait, you'd best be quick ridding yourself of that. No, we shall not be going to mom just yet, not when you've yet to understand the gravity of things. Life isn't ABOUT you nor is it to be unappreciated or questioned. I should make you fight a yeti or something for the right to be given back to your mother you know..." Izules face was stricken stone solid with fear. In the back of his mind he prayed the deity spoke with humor and light heartedness and did not really intend on such a thing. IF only he knew...
  4. These northern most lands are not for the faint of heart. Even the most solid stout individual can find themselves folding to this level of cold. Numbing. It was as if the void of space was given a white form to function in. Only here can microburst not only reach well over 100mph in short spurts but have the prominence to force temperatures down well beneath zero in the wake of their rage. The wind. It' would be the true silent killer if in fact it didn't howl the way it did as it froze the utter shit out of anyone either foolish or brave enough to be out here. That brings us to young Izule, a youth of Crelien Keep, barely 9 years of age and a meter in height being blown around in the wind like a stray sheet of paper, losing both motivation and momentum with every passing second. Even before fleeing his village, this one saturated the traffic, of prayer with those of his own seemingly of outstanding magnitude when compared to others. Prayers charged by anguish, pain, courage or a relative enhancement typically do, and Izule's came peppered generously with either at any given time or day. A Child, wishing and praying so hard to be great and respected well before his time so that he could feel like he mattered. Someone ignorant to how much they truly mattered to people, beleving themselves insignificant when truly it's quite different. The typical mortal plight. It's not understood as to why one would throw it all away in this manner. Wandering these frigid ranges, giving their life to the white howling void. Worse over a dozen concerned fellow villagers consisting of trackers and hunter and healers waded through the white void as well, a ways of searching for the same soul. The same soul collapsing at somethings feet, something big enough to block the whipping, howling and biting wind out totally. Something big enough to replace the sound of the wind with the sound of fabric, living fabric almost singing a song. Rejoicing at the soul in question. Izules eyes went wide once he picked his face up out of the snow, sitting back and going indian style before craning his head back to take into the entirety of the 15' armored obelisk. A presence even heavier and even more divine then he is staggering to view. For Izule the sheer presence of this being before him made forcing words out almost impossible but he managed, "Y-you're...y-you're HIM!.." Proteus' eyes keened and his frustration with this one was apparent even through the helm. You'd think with a being such as Proteus, having to contemplate and quantify all that is the infinity of existence and the multiverse as he does he wouldn't notice nor pay attention, specifically to 1 soul. Oh but what soul this Izule was... "Yes Izule, Him."
  5. [Not to long after.........} Not more then a week after the Deity Proteus Rauz hugged his friend and saw her go on her way on her journey back home, He returned to the fiery remains of a once glorious Patheon. Where there was marble, granite and gold, now sat rubble, ash and fire. Streets once brimming with activity in service to the gods they serviced were now lined with the lifeless corpses of the mortal devout that lived among these gods. The skies over heard were angered. Casting bolts of ill intent to the ground beneath it at random. Structures that once stood, now lay fallen and the domain of the gods had clearly suffered utter annihilation at the hands of something. In key areas around this place, an utter tragic calling card of death had been left. In the kings court, Amun-Ra, the Chief Diety himself BEATEN and Slain well beyond the recovery, his very god hood and divine life force snuffed out, along side his queen Amunet, unfortunately having met the same fate. In another court, Osiris, much like the king of the gods himself lay slain in similar fashion. This fate seemed to have rang true for the entirety of the Egyptian Panel, seemingly having met their demise not only in similar fashion but the same individual. Worse still, across this entire kingdom, having left scars on the land large enough to be seen thousands of feet above the travesty the great serpent Romulus........SLAIN. Decimated and absolved his life and existence. Somewhere deep within the bowels of this kingdom, where the infinite dead are judged, the body of the god Anubis, like his brethren and fellow gods can be found---devoid of life, along side the valiant protector goddess and finally Ma'at, like the rest slain. There was only one, left, who yelled through gritted teeth and a bloody maw. His one arm not broken prying desperately at the heel pressed forcefully against his neck which was against the cold stone of his throne and cracking under the weight. He clawed, he spat, and he protested...THOTH...the soon to be former god of Wisdom. Having lived Eon's and not until this day having ever seen a power nor the mercilessness displayed here today. In his infinite wisdom, he could figure out NOTHING to stop what had promised to return. And return it did...and laid waste to everything! "I-I beg of you!!!!......have mercy on me! S-surely some unders-standing can be had!! Is this n-necessary????!!!" The Titan's boot relinquished, offering only a moment of respite before a massive gauntlet covered mit would reach forward and vice the broken gods neck in a vice. Hoisting him upward and close to the glowing eyes that awaited him. "I told you, God. If you touched her. If you harmed her. A hair on her head a strike on her character even, that I was going to end you. You defied me then. When I warned you that I would return, and that I would destroy you ALL, I meant my every word. I see no reason to be anything less then truthful now...god. I will grant you a mercy, the release from this pain, in death..." Before further protest could be had, an audible Snapping sound could be heard and the gauntlet would hum brightly as Proteus would absolve the godly corpse of its divine life force, making recovery impossible. That same corpse would be released to drop lifelessly upon the throne. In the short time after, the entirety of Thoth's trove of Artifacts and such would have been plundered and the Patheon left in ruin. With the great doors to beyond the veil forever sealed, this place will become overrun with souls barred from peace and disturb the balance of the great scales.....so it is done.
  6. He'd have taken the jar into his hand and nodded and smiled, indicating that he will infact do as she suggested and in walking the halls with her, he drew ever closer to the realization that she would be leaving. In his now all encompassing mind, and with a presence to match how could she ever truly be gone when he is for the most part....everywhere? That rationale fails to console him in the least. Theirs was a friendship forged in trial and tribulation. Shoulder to shoulder, first abundant in resentment and miscommunication now brimming with appreciation and understanding. Surveying an infinite number of Multiverses pales in comparison to standing right here at her side, right now, as it should be. There were a multitude of things he wanted to do. Enlist an avatar to travel with her, but she'd turn it down. Change into a construct and survey her the entire way home, but that would be a violation of privacy and she would curse him to no end for it. Punch a hole in her ship and claim that he slipped and did it trying to catch himself, delaying her departure, but she'd probably only be vexed with him as a result and that was selfish, even for a King or Deity. Proteus had to let go. He would fight 1000 World Serpents to avoid having to do this again, and sighed, "No serpents....ever again. I promise. I always keep my promises.." His smile was forced. As was any indication of happiness at the moment. Still he wore a stone face as to not place any guilt on his friend for leaving. She will return, as she always has. Perhaps in what could only be described as softest look he has given anyone, Proteus' multi-toned voice silenced into one lonely bass line, "Should you need me for anything on your journey, anywhere on your journey, Im already there....just say the word. I' never got the chance to thank you for helping me as you have. That was my task to bear on my own, i will never forget you shouldering it with me. I truly appreciate you for that.." Reluctantly he'd take a step back and allow the mass of living cloak to envelope his arms and such, a marvelous obelisk draped as such staring down on his much smaller. "I await your return. Maybe next time you'll stay for good. Bring whomever you wish and they will be welcomed as well.."
  7. Naturally, as with all prideful creatures, the Dragon protest. If there were a 3rd party spectating this event. Proteus, even at a lofty 15', PALED in size in comparison to the mammoth creature he had in his vice that from nose to tail was nearly a HALF MILE long! The chain used to tether the creature to him at the moment wasn't a chain at all but rather a construct woven of planar material. Reality shaped and forged into something TANGIBLE for use. It was his unfathomable and incalculable physical strength that kept the creature static. It tugged. Thrashed. Roared and protested to the point where the lands shook for MILES on end----and it couldn't take even an INCH of give from Proteus who stood there, erect, his arm folded behind him, his left hand holding the tether affixed to it's horn and head, CASUALLY and demonstrating no strain or visible effort apparent on his part. He merely scrutinized. Observed. Spectated. FINALLY...it lashed out, angling it's head to attempt to snap at Proteus who'd pull the chain tight and interject with it's effort. It's face was brought inward, his fist was brought to meet it and he had struck the creature with so much force, that the shockwave of pure force carried a white out in the forest for a mile in every direction.----And the creature left unconscious in the wake of it all. "I had prefered to not have to have done that..." Unconscious and totally out of it, The Titan of a Dragon was laid out before Proteus whom had sat calmly upon a rock and began scrutinizing the factors of the current situation at hand, and the totality of his plan which was to in-fact, establish some form of Dominion over the apex predators of this land without utilizing his gifts or status. He smiled, "You're going to make quite the temple guardian..."
  8. Proteus had viewed the gift and plucked it from the table. He viewed it intently, scrutinizing it as if he saw detail not plainly available to the naked eye and with a wave of hand whisked it into a sub-dimensional storage where it would be safe and available whenever it was needed. Reclining once again her next question came at the same time that he decided that he was going to be sending her home with package of and assortment of options from this very food cart, and had already subconsciously gave the order for her Air-ship to be loaded with it, The irony that she'd request him not to prod into her head while he telepathically orders a dozen others. It makes him smile some, and transitions into the next and he actually cants his head to the side a bit thinking of it. "To be perfectly honest I may have put myself further off that path with my current actions. I don't know, im optimistic. I haven't seen my mother alot lately. This realm sits comfortably between where we were, and where we are actually FROM. She has traveled back and forth between them, kind of establishing things there while I cater to the entirety of existence here. Im optimistic though, despite the many changes i've gone through. ON the outside i appear as I have since you've returned, on the inside.....it's, so much more complex now. I never expected to evolve as I did.." Proteus had spoke further, but switching the topic readily as she was the focus, not he. "Is there anything that you need before you go? The travel through the gateway doesn't take long but you've quite a ways to go once you return your realm, I don't want you needing for anything." Of course she would most likely say no, so he had taken the liberty of stocking her with food, water, and essentials anyway, and would be keeping an eye on her the entire trip.
  9. Proteus had been at this tactic for the better part of 2 days straight. Ambushing the creature, wrestling it, tossing it around and generally overwhelming it without doing it any physical harm. He had chosen to take the psychological route of establishing his dominance over it, and making the impression clear that in his presence, it will yield. He could easily use his power to force his will or even subjugate it but such isn't his way. Ontop of that, he had such a profound respect and admiration for these creatures, doing it with anything less then his own hands and sheer will simply was not befitting. So he returned to the basics. To the hunting tactics he learned as a boy. The waiting. The mind game of it all. He practiced patience that he long never harnessed all in the name of that perfect moment which was on approach. The creature had picked up the notion from previous encounters that flying, only gave Proteus more angles of attack to approach from. At least on the ground, if it needed to it could utilize the terrain to put space or something between them, gave the creature indicators and cues to pick up on that free-air space didn't provide. Still, for all that, Proteus was entirely to prepared. Entirely to focused and for more then 10 hours had squatted where he was, having figured out the Dragons habit of passing through these evergreens. As it had done for days, it did again. So large, so expansive in it's sheer size and magnitude ---save for this time it didn't move with grace, it was intentionally toppling tree's. As if it hoped by chance one would fall on Proteus and by sheer luck on his part that did not occur. What did occur, when moved just over him----Was the sound and appearance of a thick chain that had managed to snake it's way around a Horn on the dragons head, which it responded to slow to. Before it could react a terrible force had been applied to the chain, and it was enough to twist and yank the creatures skull down to the ground with terrible force. THOOOM!!!!!!! As if a bomb had been set off a shockwave of force and snow went wild in all directions. Blanketing several feet of snow with more snow and as the creature shook off the sudden shock it's eyes would watch as Proteus walked up to it, Chain in hand while putting his right foot on the creatures face beneath it's eye. It DWARFED even him, yet his poise was every bit the creatures size if not more, a tsunami of swagger addressed the Creature now, "How ya doing there Muu-Muu? Going to play nice today or no? I can keep this shit up ----" The dragons head swung sideways and Toward Proteus slamming into him, and sending him, spiraling backwards initially. He recovered, putting his arm down to grab for ground and kicking his legs over and down into a three point stance all the while the length of chain firmly in his right hand had gone Taught and arms---More powerful then this dragons neck. Yanked and snatched the massive creature off canter a bit. Those massive wings immediately unfolded and 2 flaps subjected Proteus to microburst on par with a category 3 hurricane, and the Dragon with over 200' of elevation before---"COME!!!!" Proteus had YANKED yet again, and yet again the creature, head first was brought forcefully back to the ground which had been thinned of snow and exposed earth. The creature was stunned, and now tethered, and Proteus was fine repeating this until the fight was gone..."Are you going to listen???? It clearly isn't my intention of harming you DRAGON but I can make this audience MORE or LESS painful, choice is yours!"
  10. Proteus had been mostly quiet watching her transition from the stand, to getting her food and being seated with him. He had taken a gander around. He liked this setting. He liked this moment, he looked forward to more instances where it's just he, and his friend, KICKING IT....so to speak. He listened to her intently, quite the list of things to do and respectfully things that must be tended to so though he would have preferred she remained here, he would be less then a friend to NOT be supportive of her objectives. Before he could respond, she had taken an unfamiliar tone, and asked a heavy question. Such a significant question, ironically the last person he'd expect to ask it had presented it. Call Shanna many things, boring and no longer full of surprises wouldn't be things to describe this one. He'd have sighed first and contemplated it before looking her square in the eyes with his own. "It's a means of obtaining all I want. I chose a path less bathed in blood to expand Taurus. Xaengri-la is a realm spoken for, a plagued was beginning to envelope the entirety of that place and rather then obtain the power to take the life or lives of those I needed to safeguard my home, I Obtained enough power to be able to CHOSE whether I had to-----I chose, to move us elsewhere, and make something all my own, our own. Every life I could take with us and pull out of the growing darkness where it could prevail. I presented myself with a means of giving my people a foundation to thrive and bounce back. A stage, where I can serve as an Example for other Deities to follow, deities that have NOT lived amongst men, so they are ignorant to the values of the characteristics and things that make mortals and lesser beings exceptional....." He'd have smiled some. "Everyday, to them, is THAT much more precious, because it could be their last. When you KNOW your days are infinite, when you KNOW you're above others, devoid of the empathy to understand them---Deities are careless with life, and to them it holds no value. I will set an example...I will usher in a new age of this kind, and now unknowingly, I've anchored this place in alignment with a new land. I seek not their worship, but if I can be a guide....a good guide. I'd certainly wish to try.".....Pausing, he inhaled after, "I'll have all I want....in time. Including you as a friend forever if im so lucky. I'll be watching you FOREVER Shanna, if you need anything at all, wherever you are, I'll be there. KNOW, that when and if you should ever find the odds against you, I WILL BE COMING to stack them back in your favor."
  11. He didn't want to get some complacent in his Omnipotence that he forgot what it was to get his own hands dirty. How often do you hear of it? Someone going from the bottom to the top just to act as if they never called the bottom home? That wasn't Proteus. ALL the power, literally, at his disposal and he still found joys of the cold. The biting winter attempting to nip at his skin. The biting sub zero temperatures attempting to still his flow and his life, but alas he couldn't even FEEL these extremes let alone be bothered by them in the slightest. Even PRIOR to his ascension the cold was his element. He thrived in it. Hunted in it. Lived in it. It bred him and hardened him and deep, deep, deep in the frigid forests of Kharatunmi just a few miles north of the Temple/Gateway he had established here, Proteus stood perfectly still---one with the environment. He was covered head to toe in snow, crouched over in a 3 point stance---For so long, albeit it a blizzard going on it was enough to snow fall to enshroud the entirety of his hulking 15' frame in snow entirely and make him appear NO different then the mound of snow just a few meters to the right. Howling winds! Bending tree's! A veil of white blanketing the entirety of the would be green here were it absent.---All because he saw tracks here prior to the storm, and can sense and sell and though he downplays it, he see's the utterly unfathomable and remarkable creature that will make it's way back here. Some men, as boys, develop a favorite past time. Skipping rocks. A sport of sort involving a ball or oblong object. Horse back riding, archery, and things of that nature. Ol Proteus was different. His cloth was one hard to cut and different from the materials galore. Even as a child, Proteus has and always will be infatuated with hunting, stalking and assailing creatures many times his own size---even if ultimately they were no where near as powerful as he was. NOT to kill them, no, but the sport of startling them and giving them hell for a few moments. To make them aware that despite their size and stature there was something out there that was MORE then they were, and, the general thrill of bothering something---Big. And the Dragons of Kharatunmi were BIG. Big is an understatement really, considering the one he stalked after now was an ice dragon, white in coloration with an affinity for that element that was every bit of 1.5 miles from head to toe, and stood more then 600' from for limp to shoulder, with a wing span that was every bit of HALF it's overall length. By all intents in purposes, something this large simply BEGGED for his attention and quite honestly he got tired of surveying them from the isolation of his realm and instead pushed for a more hands on approach. And this big thing was gonna need some big hands... It's name was Mumramunatra----Proteus had taken to calling it "Muu Muu", if not for how convenient it was shortened, for how amusing it was to see the fairly intelligent extra large set of boots get equally pissed at it's name being butchered. Proteus had spent the better part of two days wounding this creatures pride. First posing as an easy meal and then flipping the script at the last moment and revealing he was anything but that. He had embarrassed this dragon. Ridiculed it. Tormented it and chased it across the lands for 2 days to the point where it had been pushed into a corner----where it's instincts have pushed it to stop flee'ing and start fighting. Proteus had absolutely NO intention on killing the creature. Infact-----He intended on breeding it. Requiring a blood sample, to do so. However, with his own level of power roaming around at a level, he had only just recently become accustomed to, he decided to wear it down---instead of exerting himself and possibly doing it lasting harm. So it had been a day or two of surprise tactics. Hiding and hitting. Trapping and discombobulating. The massive prey item had gotten fed up of it all and gone defensive, and during it's active search, Proteus had discovered long ago that it absolutely SUCKED at seeing, smelling, or sensing anything that could find symmetry with the environment around them. So proteus had covered himself heavily within the snow, slowed his bodily functions and suppressed even the non-physical aspects of himself that could be sensed, such as the magnitude of his presnece.----to Create comfort in the creature, enough for it to back track over it's territory. As it came up and over a low-Hill pass, back into the evergreens, it ultimately came closer to the waiting Proteus just 40 meters ahead of it. Unbothered by it's sheer size, magnitude and the intensity in which it presented itself. Allowing "Muu-Muu" to come closer and closer.....
  12. When she hit the room. for a moment, none of it mattered. He held no title or stature. He was neither Celstial, God or Man. His accomplishments were for naught. The tales of his exploits, the tales of his strength and so forth? Meaningless. His accomplishments. His feats. His battles. His innumerable incalculable feats and assets when put against Shanna meant-----NOTHING. To her.....he was simply "Brute". Which before alot of hardwork and hardships, was a term of insult, now, a term of endearment which only stressed the simplicity in which she held affection for him. She saw NONE of the Grandness. Omnipotence meant NOTHING to this chaotic anomaly, no, not when seated within that chair was her FRIEND, her.......Brute. After her request he simply smiled. Not just at the request but that at the Irony that came along with the sudden ease he had in drowning out the infinite instances surveyed at once, to focus on the here and now. Where as before her arrival he was struggling with it. Proteus would have arose out of his chair, chuckling. Against his flesh were more "Regal" garments consisting of flowing linens and exotic luxurious metals and gems. As he moved they did as well, throwing light to and fro all the while the King of Kings descended the stairs before his Throne, and walked toward and then past Shanna, warmly gesturing for her to come along. He'd have smiled, before staring forward. "A Snack doesn't sound half bad right now...." Aye, to one who doesn't have the need to eat, sleep, or drink,...he would indulge in it simply because it pleased her so. He hadn't moved from that chair for 3 days, but he was still active. The fruits of his labor on display, all around them, the air moving in and out their lungs, the lights, the entirety of the civilization, the very planet and the S2-Reactor Ring system around them, EVERYTHING...yet it wasn't until now did he really get an appreciation for it all. She was right, actually LIVING the life was better then simply bringing it forth. In comparison to the Taurus of old, Taurus of new was many many times larger, more expansive, grander, teaming with even more life. Other worldly beings finding a new plane of existence to settle and prosper on, sought out citizen ship and officials were effectively handling the task of transitioning and registering. Still it had it's usual charms. The people, places, life, moving to and fro, perpetually. Proteus waved off attempts bowing and praising him----It wasn't necessary nor a requirement, instead he simply wanted to be left to enjoy Shanna's company while he still had it. They'd approach a stand belonging to an elder---Jeffro, who's claim to fame came from bringing many of the delicacies that can be found on the human plane of Man, on the planet earth, HERE where they are all the rave. Steak and Cheese fried egg rolls, Taco's, chips, soda---endless. Jeffro was loved by the herbalist and children of Taurus, and hated by the more food conscious who wrote the food he served off as "Junk". Proteus was VERY fond, so when the Titan approached the stand with Shanna at his side the two would be greeted with warm welcome and presented with a menu from which to pick from. "Have at it....I think im going to take some of those Cheese Steak Eggrolls Jeff...." In exchange for HELPING or facilitating Jeffro's travels to and from the mortal plane for the ingredients and supplies needed to present this food authentically in Taurus----Which had COWS or at least their variant of the Bovine but even the females were Dangerous as all hell, and their hide and meat was VERY dense, and not as easily prepared for consumption as the earthly variant. The King, ontop of being the King, was allowed to dine at his pleasure. Not to far from the Jeffro was a coutyard of sorts, with tables and chairs of Celestium. The chief export, widely produced and engineered and used in infinite variants throughout Taurus in this case, industrially to produce virtually indestructible outdoor chairs that could bear even the load of the king. Instead his cape would reconfigure itself to construct something akin to a full sized seat for himself so that they may enjoy the outdoors and the people, and their food once it was prepared. Proteus' eyes couldnt' help from looking in the direction of her air ship. While not in plain view....he could see it as clear as day and with some somberness confirmed that his visualizations were accurate prompting him to look down at his fingers, which pry'd at each other, almost nervously. "So....." he'd then look up and across to her, finishing his statement, "About that time hm?....." Proteus' voice, Normally was a sea of Tenor and Bass tones on the normal. It was like talking to a Roman Catholic choir, but now, it was a single bass note. Of one individual who while understanding of the situation as a whole, had become verily attached to someone, and had gotten used to her presence. What's LIFE without living? Well...What's being ALL-SEEING, without actually SEEING... Nothing could replace her actually BEING here, even if it meant he can now watch her regardless of where she went and how. Trust in this, he WILL watch. And SENTRY will be kept over his friend wherever she stood, however far. Those who would seek to do her any harm would do well to KNOW this.
  13. One would think after the act of creating an entire Reality, and moving something as vast as an entire Kingdom and expanding on it. He'd rest. Taurus was no longer just lands in a a realm, it was now a Planet within the vastness of a space and existence of his own making. A perfect blend of Quasi Mysticism and technological aspects to construct a central utopia from which he served as it's Core. Proteus had changed to such a staggering degree in a short time, No longer a short sighted Celestial adolescent and King, but now a Deity, a Creator, a Tamer of the forces of Reality itself an here, in THIS place and even outside of it Nigh Omnipotent. His brow had remained furrowed for some time. His stare, fierce. His mind now computed and consciously fathomed, itemized and scrutinized an infinite volume of not just information, but the totality of ALL, at once, across varying instances of Space and time, At ONCE. Some couldn't walk and chew bubble gum, and he manages being omniscient with an almost alarming level of calmness. Perhaps it was fact that he struggled with it at first, and his desire to keep that information to himself, that kept him isolated until he could manage it. For now, the Titan sat at the end of his Throne Room and the only thing he cared to contemplate now, were FACTS that NOW.....he wished he was Ignorant to. Knowing, seeing, feeling, observing all had it's penance and he'd have been better off not knowing that... "Shanna is leaving....." It wasn't an order. It wasn't a command or something he requested, just one iota of fact plucked out of a sea of facts in it's company. His eyes lost their fierceness, dare one say, softening. After hours being still, he had moved, his eyes moving to their corners as if to perceive literally. He shifted in his throne. He looked-----Uncomfortable. Was he struggling this? Was there some emotional anomoly occurring within him? Even prior to his ascension, Proteus was secluded with his feelings, and on the outside looking in, few if anyone could understand the dynamic of their relationship. In truth, Shanna represented something that Proteus has never had. As a Man. A king. As a living being--------She was his friend. The only one he had ever truly had. Wanting nothing of him, taking nothing from him, desiring only his company. Pure of intent. Desiring nothing of him or from him save for his honesty and truth when spoken to. He struggled with this....but held back actions in hopes that these captured instances of fact can possibly be inaccurate....
  14. THE_BULL

    The Genesis...

    Kingdoms, empires, cities, countries...whatever one would use to describe some manner of organized, civilization, once nothing but unmolested bedrock and foundation, and now an abundance of life and prosperity. All came to be through effort. Work. A perpetual drive to see something come to fruition, be that drive be the owned by one or many. Kings, Presidents, dictators, warlords, emperors. Different in their origins and intents, and methods yet the intent is shared. Men driven to be at the head of the ideals. Men driven to drive other men, toward what they believe is the best possible direction. THEIR direction. A selfish aspiration however, the BEST of these men are selfless in their ways. Doing FOR the people they drive for, while yes, some have prospered at the expense of others. Proteus has not yet decided which he will be, but he has decided, as most men coming into their own do, to venture out and create something ANEW. Priscilla was right in the sense that seeking conflict to expand wasn't the only way. The kingdom of Taurus, He as a King, the kingdom and it's people as a whole, could accomplish and acquire without conflict and bloodshed. "If you looked to yourself, before looking to conflict..." Were the words that resonated so soundly within his consciousness that day he had held The Orb of Infinite Knowledge in his hand and began to reap what rewards it had to one capable enough to carry the burden. There was a reason why Thoth merely had it in his possession and never used it. It's said, no, known, that the universe, across infinite expansions has seen it's destruction and rebirth countless times. The forces that be, Like the ancient progenitors, his race, The Celestials, strived to perfect their vision of what life and balance was to be. So as a result of striving for the vision, there in lies many VERSIONS of this same universe, each stricken from existence one after the other, after the other---failures. From each version, the knowledge of the incalculable amount of beings and races, be they mortal or god. Magicians, Mystics, mages, Demons, Devils, Angels, right on down to the common man. What Dieties existed then and faded with that Universes passing. Their knowledge, gifts, and mental potential Stored into the Chrome sphere humming faintly in the center of his palm. What would take one Eons and an Infinity to acquire, can be obtained all at once, at the possible cost of losing ones self within it all and having their mind RIPPED from their lifeless husk and becoming added to the orb. Proteus had accepted a challenge, that many Gods, Nedians, Visirians, and even other Celestials had failed at-------and in nearly ripping the Kingdom of Taurus in half, and succumbing to the Orb's pressure, he instead PREVAILED!!!! AND EMERGED FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS SHATTERED CHAMBERS A MAN ANEW!!! AN ANCIENT FULLY REALIZED!!!! With the depths of his potential "Unlocked", and his mind functioning as a Spanda would, Proteus saw not JUST the world around him in an entirely new and elevated life, he saw, within HIMSELF things that were before obscured to him. Doubt was removed. Replaced with sureness and unbridled confidence. Questions before unanswered, answered. Problems? Now had clear cut solutions and with the totality of his mental capacity expanded and augmented, elevated so, the body followed suit and even the way he understood and utilized power, had changed. So it was no surprise that his next visit was to The Ancestral Halls. Where there resided the one true token of his people. An Ancient Item, said to be older even the first instance of "Existence". Pre-dating time......itself. As stated with the destruction of each version, and so forth and so forth, Eons and Eons spent in passing, and an utterly unfathomable and incalculable amount of expended energy, this artifact, was the vessel said to contain it all, and Trigger EACH specific instance. THE HAMMER OF PYRON. Pyron. The Eldest Celestial. He who could even challenge The One Above All with hopes of success. Although he failed, he cemented his legacy and assured that his Race would live on, and this hammer, Standing every bit as TALL as Proteus himself, was the only remaining token of his existence. BEFORE, today. Attempting to wield this hammer would have Killed even Proteus. For lack of a better term it contained simply far to much power for even a being of legendary endurance and durability such as himself, to manage. For lack of beading bushes, the last time he attempted what he chose to do now, he was left clinging to life, and semi-charred husk at Priscilla's feet. That was before TODAY.....that was BEFORE he had been Unlocked and Released. Free'd of limitation. Evolved. Made anew. That was before his current purpose. That was before he was motivated to usher in a new age. To Create. To mold and bring into fruition something of his own. So the hammer was seized, and like before the power of Infinite Universes coursed through him trying to tear his very being, every molecule apart from one another. It tried to tear the Ancient Celestial core, his Soul asunder, tried to saturate his body beyond it's limits to find those limits had been pushed well beyond where they were before. He doesn't yield to this power as he did before, no, he commanded it. Because he KNEW this power now. Understood it. Deciphered it and simply COMMANDED it and his body to own it in it's entirety. Once again The Kingdom of Taurus, Suffered, as this struggle released shock waves of epic proportions, and caused ripples in Space Time far and wide through the realm they resided in... ARMED with the knowledge of Infinite Existences having passed, and the corresponding power, Proteus takes on the task of doing something that he has never done before. -------Creation. With every step he took, existence itself shuddered. He ascended. An anomaly. A phenomenon newly born. Hovering there within the heavens over Taurus. He lifts his left hand and with simple wave unravels resonance itself to give way to the Void. The Infinite Blackness. An unclaimed settlement, the likes of which he seeks to set residence on. The VOID hungrily tears at his form, as beggars would a wealthy passerby, denied his prominence. In this darkness, before his ascension he would still prevail, but lack the knowledge, the understanding and the ability to perceive the forces that he now subjects to his will. He orchestrates. He seizes. He begins to horde together forces of incalculable magnitude and prominence where they will be tempered and forged! His hand of creation. A massive hand as black as the void itself, only distinguished due to the power brimming within the palm. It's here that forces of magnitude are heralded. Creating. Quintessential Law is laid down as the foundation for what follows. Time. Space. Air. Energy. Stars. Land. Planets. Specialty domains, the heaven, the hells. The in between. The Architecture in his mind becomes the actuality unfolding in his very hand, and it was at this moment, conducting this great act that actual EFFORT is needed to maintain the heft of an entire plane of existence, an actual reality, It's kick started. And the dynamism of an entire reality made anew is set forth and prospers. Life is made and though new, it's programming isn't nor are the instincts and the mechanics behind it. His creation begins to expand against the void around it. Resonance devouring the dissonance in abundance here. Hungrily, and infinitely this new found creation of his grows into it's own. The void gives underneath the immensity of LIFE! Where there was nothing NOW, exists life! A new Plane! A new realm! A domain of his creation FOR his people and other worldly beings in need! A beacon! An example to be followed! The soapbox in which he will speak and cast his ideals and impose them! A celestial adolescent once a boy, became a MAN, and then a KING, and now takes his mantle as DEITY---THE KING DEITY. Requiring no worship or no belief but merely the understanding and respect that comes with the stature he has not been given but he has EARNED, and an unflinching willingness to make example of those who would find themselves slow to understand! And it is done! And his eyes behold the fruits of divine labor. The entirety of the Kingdom of Taurus by his will and hand moved and established to this new domain, named in Omen to the place where his race originated. One word, sliding free from his lips, cast out into the infinite expanse of this new found realm. "Terrestria..." ~Fin
  15. Romulus, the great serpent. A being of such grand proportions his movement beneath the ground has been known to shift entire continents. Strangler of worlds. The Terrestial Serpent. Some say he is creature born of the will of the Absolute Authority. The One Above all, a free radical, the likes of which could serve as an opposition to any being, any man, god or deity and therefore is a power be feared and if not that, verily respected. Without the very artifact they stole, Thoth himself would have NEVER accomplished the WILL to subdue him to his will. Proteus respected the creature, for it's power. For the difficulty. For the challenge. It remained a sizeable chunk of the real-estate that IS his listing of unfinished business and where as he was in some ways triumphant in their last meeting. Against the creature now, with Shanna in tow and kniving gods afoot, he couldn't promise success with failing to keep her safe. So with very little dispute, as the world behind them plunged into chaos and destruction at the terrible serpents Pursuit. Proteus, with Shanna would have taken to the skies under a power more psionic in nature then that of mysticism and therefore he chanced no interruption by the limiters. This equally capable method would allow him to reach forward and bend the necessary forces to his will in the opening of an aperture, and passage BACK into the safety of Taurus---Which they do. Snapping the door way shut behind, forcing a rushed landing via a 3 point stance that would have them turn to face the direction they fleeted, all the while sliding backward on the balls of his feet until stopping. He'd have remained poised. Staring. As if looking for the slightest cue or clue that the same forces he just bent to escape were being bent to grant that creature pursuit.---As if those fail safes wouldn't come into play. Once sure, He'd have stood upward. Exhaling some in frustration before his eye found it's furthest corners and his head turned to look at Shanna. After a brief pause he'd have chuckled at his comrade and fellow adventurer.."Heh....have fun?" He'd have turned while laughing, proceeding to carry them OUT of the Room of Infinite knowledge..
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