Geraldine
Clambering around again . She found herself at the lower branches... She should be more used to this bye now... She has been clambering around for days nothing to eat and nothing to drink. And yet she is only a little fatigued. Is that a problem? She sat down on one of the branches, whistling to herself as she twiddled her fingers and whistled softly. She hasn't found anyone yet, was she alone in this world... Was this hell? A small red tear runs down her face , welling and dropping into her cupped hands. The tear split and vibrated into two almost like mitosis before parting in her fingers , again and again. She grew startled bye this and opened her fingers, where these dripped put her hand. She stood up, anxious and panicked... Who was she?
Shannon
One god down, and uncountable more to go. Satisfied with its divine meal, the beast stalked along the branches of the world tree, its skeletal visage almost seeming to *Smile* As its unseeing gaze passed from realm to realm. Its clawed fingers flexed, scouring rotten divots in the bark beneath it, which would patch themselves up just as fast. A symbol of its actions so far. An omen of what was to come. Endless. Eternal. Unceasing. Until the day It was free. One way, or another.

*The void trembled. The scent of blood blew in on a nonexistent wind.* Its head creaked skyward, empty eyes seeing all and nothing at the same time. *Another deity. Uncertain. Incomplete.* An isolated fruit of Gaia, newly born and ripe for the picking. A thrill crawled over its unending soul, an itch like a thousand ants scurrying through its being. *One god down, and another soon to follow.* With a ghostly sigh, its body scattered into ash, blowing away on a rancid breeze. 

And it truly was not long at all before it found her. Compared to It, she was tiny. But a small mouse caught in the gaze of an owl. Helpless. Unaware. Without even the knowledge to know that it was doomed. From her myriad eyes, a divine blood dripped, pooling in her hands and spilling away into the void. The aroma that had wafted over. Not a wound, but neither was it a sign of *Completion.* 

The beast *Manifested.* First with the overwhelming scent of *Rot.* Death and decay suffusing the world. Then came the pressure. Emotion. Hate, ancient and unfathomable, and glee, overwhelming and unnerving. Finally, *Came being.* Wood and bark tore from the bough of Gaia they found themselves on, replaced just as quickly, but nevertheless growing, swirling, *Coalescing* Until the Unending stood there in all its might, hateful gaze centered square on the tiny deity before it.

*... I have always... Wondered...* Its horrible voice came in the splintering of wood, and the splashing of blood. *... Fear deity... Who knows not... Of their own power...* The beast tread ever and ever closer, yet its voice did not, whispering as though the air itself were speaking. *... Do you too feel... Fear..?*
Geraldine
"... Yes I do... I am fearful every second , I am always one step from madness, one bad thought away from falling into the void. You cannot fathom the darkness of my mind.
And what do you mean diety????"

To be Fair the smell of rot , almost made her gag, but it was more with releif then fear... It was comforting? Almost a reflection of her liquid self, of her uncompleted and broken form. Rehabaku didn't even turn around , the eyes on her hair staring intently at the wood at the bark , as she slowly picked apart at one of her hairs. Her eyes dripping red blood, that once they hit her palms , increased exponentially in mass. Her eyes were wild, but tired, lethargic but erratic at the same time. Her form sat down ... 

"What are you thing that comes from the bark? Have you come to take my soul? Are you from the fruits of the tree too? What am I? What are you? Sit and talk to me will you"
Shannon
A stiff silence fell between the pair. A supernatural kind of silence that snuffed out any sound that was happening, and any sound that would. Even the dripping of blood and the creaking of wood had ceased as the aspect of rot itself stared down at her with empty, loathsome eyes. Then, the beast *Jerked,* Head lowering, limbs bending, squatting down in its four-legged gait like a marionette guided by an unfamiliar hand. Its massive deer head stopped mere inches from the many-eyed deity's head. Had the beast any breath, it would have blown against Nehebkau.

*... I knew you were... Young... As far as... Gaia's children... Went...* The wood that made up its body slowly eroded away, returning to dirt as all things did. Still, its form did not waver. *... Yet... I had not expected... A child...* Another who thought themselves more than they were. One under the impression others couldn't possibly understand. A juvenile kind of arrogance that somehow still made that spiteful ember in its heart flare. The spark that reignited the blaze. *... Very well...* Yet despite the wildfire burning inside of it, the beast sat placidly. So still one could mistake it for something inanimate amidst the animate. *... As I am feeling... **Generous...** I shall... Entertain you... Consider this... Your last rites...* The air itself seemed to heave with a sigh. A tangible exhaustion hanging over the air. The exhaustion of a creature, older than ancient, letting itself, for just a moment, stop.

*... You... Are one of Gaia's... Many children... A deity... A god... A divine being... And one of my...* If the beast had lips, they would have curled into a sneer. ***... Siblings...*** The stress it put on that word alone weighed down on them with a tangible force. *... As for I... I am simply... One of Gaia's... Nameless children... Here to tear down... All she has built...* Its skeletal jaw clattered as if it were laughing, jagged and broken teeth clashing against each other. *... Including... You...*