Carla
The large man continued to look around for a few more seconds before his eyes had landed on Girvin. He paused for a few seconds, seeing to stare at him for hours, unable to look away at first. After a few more seconds of watching him, his form would change. His multi-colored eyes mixed together before they shifted to their final color, seeing as if the gods' iris had been split down the middle through a clash of colors. He slowly made his way over towards the smaller god, raising his hand and gently placing it under the smaller man's chin. Kaz would gently force him to look up at Kaz. He had his thumb gently resting on top of his lips, forcing him to lightly part them. 
 
"Hm. Well, you are very adorable..."

He spoke to the other god as he leaned down, gently planting a soft kiss on top of the man's lips. Of course, this had only lasted a few seconds before he would slowly pull away, gently squeezing the man's jaw afterwards and forcing him to tilt his head to the side. A small smirk would form on the man's face as he lightly licked his lips before stepping back. The man would give him a small bow as he spoke.

"Hello, i am pleased to introduce myself, please refer to this form of mine as Kazashimo Kage, and yes. You are very correct, little one. I am the god of wrath, but do not let my title nor appearance confuse you, I promise that I am not a very angry individual. As long as others who are beneath me do not act out. I am sure someone as gorgeous as you understands that."

He informed him.

The man's eyes slowly traveled towards the side, landing on Gull. The god of wrath seemed interested in the god, seeing as he was the only other god that Kaz had noticed that was around his height. He would gently grab the man by his throat, lightly squeezing. Kaz stared down at him with a blank expression, his eyes slowly moving up and down before he decided to speak.

"You. You are ... .Hm, what can I refer to you as? Adorable? No, I do not believe that word is fitting... Cute? No... Ah. Right, beautiful, I believe that would fit."

He chuckled a bit to himself, having claws that were lightly digging into the other gods throat as he leaned down, humming to himself as his multi-colored emerald green and icy blue eyes locked with the other large god. He lightly leaned forward, roughly kissing him. Kaz figured he would be able to handle it, from his size. This kiss lasted much much longer than the previous one, as the man pulled away after two minutes this time. He stared down at Gull for a bit longer, a small chuckle coming from the god of Wrath before he released him and shoved the man back.

"Hm... You both taste lovely..."

The man muttered to himself as he lightly brought his hand up to himself, gently tapping a finger against his lips. After a bit, he would offer a small bow before walking over and standing at the two sin sides with a soft and gentle smile. The large god of wrath seemed to be perfectly content with what had just gone down. Did he not know what he had just done...? 

It didn't take the young god long before he had simply moved past the entire situation, simply staring at the tree and patiently waiting as the other gods had started to be born. His eyes scan the area, moving up and down the other gods body, traveling downwards from the tip of their head down towards their toes. He seemed disappointed in the others that had appeared after him though, they weren't anything that truly impressed him. How disappointing. He would shake his head before he walked around the other two gods, stopping behind Girveon, gently wrapping his tree trunk arms around the smaller gods abdomen, slightly leaning over him and watching the others. Hahaha
Kevin
*The large god stood, quite perplexed by the sudden gesture from the newly materialized wrath god. The god had scarcely been alive for more than a mere few minutes, and he'd already made quite the introduction. Gullivario's green eyes would flash with a flicker of intrigue and genuine confusion as Kaz strode towards his companion and placed a strong hand beneath his chin, scarcely having time to elicit a light scoff before watching him place a strong, passionate kiss upon Girveon's lips. Such a gesture was so forward and unexpected, the thought crossed his mind even that such an action should be expected of the Lust goddess which they'd met prior. No matter, it seemed, as he'd instinctually puff out his already large chest as the god finished with Girveon, and now approached him with keen interest. At this moment, Gull had no idea what he should be expecting from this evidently unpredictable deity, anything from an embrace to a strike would fall into the realm of possibility at this point. Although, this comment that Gull was 'beautiful' did little to quell his intrigued confusion with the deity before him. Gullivario hadn't been called many things since his creation, beautiful not being among what he'd been expected to be called. The comment alone elicited a bewildered smirk from his features.*

*Upon feeling the god's clawed hand wrap around his throat, Gullivario would strongly grip Kaz's forearm in his large hand, initially preparing himself to counter some sort of a violent gesture. His grip was vice-like yet not violent, simply only to serve as a warning for the forward god of wrath to tread carefully in his next actions. He'd meet Kaz's blank, icy eyes with his own piercing glare, staring up slightly in order to meet his gaze. This Kaz was quite tall after all, which was especially surprising considering Gull's already towering height. What the gluttonous god did not expect, however, was the wrath god's rough kiss as it pressed against his lips. Gullivario's piercing stare remained unblinking, unbroken by this development despite his inability to process what this new god was doing.*

*After the prolonged moment of closeness, the god would be shoved back, the power of the wrath god actually managing to cause Gull's heavy form to be pushed back in a few staggered steps, the glutton god eyeing Kaz like he was a meal he'd be left with an intriguing taste in his mouth, both literally and figuratively. Gullivario's forked tongue would flick over his own lips for a brief moment, seeming to analyze what flavor was left upon them for a further moment before he'd speak again in his accented growl.*

"You sure know how to make a first impression, partner. Hmm... And your flavor don't taste half bad yourself. I haven't yet tasted its equal."

*Gullivario then squared his shoulders again in an attempt to regain his composure, rotating his neck simultaneously. He'd maintain an unblinking side-stare with Kaz for an extra few moments before looking at Girveon, raising his eyebrows in a questioning, smuggish expression.*

*His attention would then shift to the slothful god which approached him, his expression once again returning to one of casual confusion. In all honesty, Gull was getting quite overwhelmed by the influx of godly figures which approached, scarcely being able to remember their names and attributes. Before he could even breathe a word so as to ask the god what he wanted, Seryiph was falling to the ground. In a casual, smooth motion, the god of gluttony would reach his hand out, catching the slumbering god by the collar of his shirt, simply letting him hang there suspended in sleep as he'd roll his eyes slightly.*
Carla
*As He debated His next action, how to place himself above them in some ethereal way, Visarni was interrupted. Multiple times.

First by the God of Pride - the fifth God in this possible Pantheon. Certainly... Like the others in his speech patterns and mannerisms, which remains strange. They are all in such strange clothing, too...

Then, Corshanks, the God of the Harvest. Sixth God. These previous worries of how powerful the Pantheon would be were really becoming prominent now, because if Girveon continued this recruitment campaign, he would have access to-

Seventh. Anasuya, God of something to do with those rings and jewelry. Seven Gods, potentially against Him, was something that would need to be rectified immediately. His fangs chitter in preparation for.

For.

God number eight. At least the sense of fear and nightmares was refreshin-

Nine. 

Ten.

Ten Gods, potentially all to join in a Pantheon together. Now, were Visarni a calmer, more strategic creature, He would adapt to this. His whispers would coalesce into a silky smooth voice like all the others, as He wove lies and truth together in a seamless, beautiful dance. Were He a more immediately aggressive creature, He might take one aside and intimidate them into understanding His power, His potential. Were He more arrogant, He might even attempt to join their Pantheon - override Girveon through sheer force of will, and become the leader of this group. Have them all at His beck and call.

Visarni, at least for now, is none of those creatures. He is impulsive, and perhaps unintentionally frightening, and certainly not one to get in the middle of a Decantheon. So, the God turns to each of them.*

'We are all... New. Remember me, the Nightmare. Dream and come to my home, Avali-Satta, and I shall answer your call. Dream...'

*What the other Gods definitely see is Visarni's torch beginning to belch a colourless, shadeless smoke, akin to the heatwaves coming off a most intense summer day. What they definitely see is Him disappearing as the invisible smoke covers him, somehow making Him appear as nothing but air as He leaves the Upper Branches.

What the other Gods hopefully don't intuit is that His whispers, disconnected and difficult to decipher emotion from, are taut with anxiety. What they hopefully don't intuit is that, rather than this being an ominous yet suitably dramatic exit from the party, it's Visarni running the fuck away from the potentially single greatest threat to His existence and control.

Either way, the Nightmare leaves.*