Nova
*As the newly born deity's essence began to form, a rush of experiences played in reverse; as if depicting the end of their life to their birth. It was uninteresting. Not a single thing in the god's lifetime was motivating, world changing, or even just fun. It lacked any spirit. It was the ABSENCE of life. The Goddess' existence before this was filled with forced solitude and nothing but focus on her work. Strangely, inside this slowly forming "God fruit", she felt a deep sadness over his past life. The deity shifted in their god fruit, their body slowly beginning to form limbs - two arms, two legs and a head. Perfectly balanced as all things should be!*

*Yet the sadness remained, piercing her heart and burrowing inside her chest. Despair is all she knew at the moment. But... Why? Why should one be so sorrowful of choices THEY make for themself? The Deity chose the life of a hermit, it didn't choose them - no one chose it for them. Still, a feeling now lingered along with the despair. Regret. She never needed loneliness. Mortal or Immortal, she longed for a being to love & cherish, someone she could talk to for hours on end. It was due to her actions that ended her up so... Miserable!*

*A hand or two was all that he would need at the moment; a hug or possibly even someone to hold their hand. Some sort of affection would solve all of these horrendous feelings he felt at the moment. Another arm began to form and another... And another... And three more in unison, all cupping the cheek of forming God. Who better to solve these nauseating emotions than yourself? When all things are said and done, who will be there for you come the time? When your cycle is over, who will lay in your grave with you? Not a single soul but yourself.*

*Warmth was felt as she embraced herself, curling into a fetal position for better comfort. The... Repulsive emotions were gone but oddly so were the memories. Her past experiences were simply a thing of the past and she was... Content with that? Naturally, all beings must experience the cycle of Life & Death but this One never believed it could happen to her. Truly fascinating! The cycle continues with her but it will never end with her. Marvelous!*

*Meanwhile, on the outside of this "God Fruit", those who decided to stroll through the upper branches could see yet another god beginning to form. Except, the appearance of this particular fruit was something out of a nightmare! Hands sprouted from the branches; both the blackest black and the brightest white in color, casting light on one side and eating away at light on another. There was no end to the hands! They continued sprouting until they formed an egg shape, with all fingers grasping onto the lower bottom of the egg. Was it a beautiful sight or a horrifying one? Why not both, hm?*
Stacey
*Pieces of floating sap started to surround this one bud of the world tree. The bud trembled and started to show the birth of blue petals. The sap began dancing in the air as a pair of spoons started to grow from the center of the flower, made of carved bone. Instead of thorns, long strands of silk started to fall from little notches that looked like noses. The flower bloomed and a blue star entered the sky as the sap turned into strange cubes, spheres and strange shapes of stone. The flower grew strange white spider-like legs and popped from it's branch, twirling around like ballerina before jumping high into the air where the objects were dancing.

The blue petals turned into hair, the legs turning into parts of her jester hat. The mosaic collected and the silk wove into an outfit of random colors. She twirled once and outfit was form-fitting. Her yellow eyes blinked a few times in a lazy haze before snapping to attention to where she was.*

"Oh! ... I'm here... Where's 'here'?"

Looking at the sky and branches curiously, she shook her head and the jingle of her bells were the only other sound around.

"Nyxus... That's me! Okay. I'm here... What am I doing here? Oh! Right! I need to *Make* Here... Or I'll at least do that while I am here..."
Nova
*Eventually, for what felt like ages, the hands stopped sprouting from the branches of Gaia. The Deity of the Cycle of Life & Death, the Harmony betwixt Light & Darkness, and the Essence of Magic had finalized her form. The energies of light and darkness began to revolve around the god fruit, circling it over and over as if it was in orbit. Hundreds upon thousands of the arms slowly hardened into a glossy checkered stone, encasing the deity within in a shell of Gneiss.*

*It was nearing its epic finale, cracking haphazardly without a single word of warning. A bright white light slipped through the cracks of the gneiss, enveloping the surrounding area. With a loud CRACK, the god fruit split into two, revealing the deity within.*

*Gneiss, the eight-armed goddess slowly descended to the ground, now began to closely examine the area. First, the fruit they emerged from. Peculiar! She sprouted from the branch of a tree so this was definitely a fruit. However, it had the shape of an egg and the appearance of a biblical horror. Marvelous! With all eight of her arms, she began to poke and prod at her new form. Ah, wasn't this a bit revealing? Simply a two pieces of fabric tied held up by barbed wire? It does feel quite freeing though! Was this so important though?*

*The Goddess spotted another being in proximity of her, simply shooting her a glare. Gneiss' style of clothing wasn't an issue in comparison to the odd assortment of colors that one chose to don. Visibly, the deity had a slight disgusted expression; looking up the other goddess up and down before flipping her hair and strutting away from the scene. Choices, she thought.*