Deborah
*There.*

Majesty took her time in observing her many territories, judging the worth of each tiny realm with a single imperious glare. All of them, every last wretched one, was found wanting in some manner or another. Goodness, she had *So much* Work to do.

A lesser soul might have been overwhelmed by the enormity of her task. Not so with Her Majesty. Among the endless creations laid out in mosaic form beneath her, she had already picked out precisely where to plant the seed of her empire: right in the middle of the northern roots, between the Hunter's Haven and the Northernmost Point. Suitably prominent, but not so close that a powerful rival could easily snuff her out before she had built what she needed.

Though reluctant to leave her high perch, she could feel her destiny beckoning her onwards. And so, without waiting for the pathetic chicken-god to flap his way close enough to get his stink on her, she stepped off the tip of the World Tree's highest branch, and into open space. She did not flap her wings, and neither did she fall; a tyrant of Her Majesty's stature did not obey such trifling rules as *Gravity.*

As soon as she had formed her next thought, reality moved to obey. Flames burst to life around her tall and elegant form, surrounding and consuming her until she vanished altogether in their midst. With a hiss and a crackle, she was gone from the upper reaches—leaving the other gods to feel a gentle lightening in her absence, as though some imperceptible weight had been lifted from their shoulders.
Latanya
Other gods bloomed from various Fruits of different shapes and sizes. Other gods sought interaction, recognition, power; as deities often do. Dys was in her own world, not unaware of her surroundings, but not at all caring. They were like bright lights illuminating the world around her, and she alone was the darkness that voided it all. 

There were many before her, and would be even more after. In the end, she knew she was merely a chess piece. The world had too much creation, and she too was one of them. A creation meant to oppose its very existence. Truly it was irony at its finest when the deathly pale woman was created. Even so, Dys did not mind being made as a puppet, nor did she care for her reason of creation. Should her actions be merely the causation of her fate, then so be it. She was Dys, and this was her life.

Standing atop Yggdrassil's arms, the humanoid brunette reached for a thin branch protruding from its trunk. **SNAP!** The woman waved around the stick as if it were a wand. The once lush green leaves began to shrivel, the healthy bark began to show cracks. Crystalized water formed on its surface as it continued to wither and wilt. Eventually, the leaf turned black, disintegrating to ash along with the dead branch. Dys allowed the black soot to be whisked away by her cold winds, dispersed in the air as far as her abilities allowed her to. 

"Pfft ha-, heeheehee hahahaaa... Ahaha!" Maniacal glee shone through her amber eye, the other half of her face rattling in laughter. That was it. If balance was what the world desired, that would be what she gave the world. When others would "Create life", she would not take that away, no. She would also "Create" As the laws governing the world would deem. "This is going to be fun~."
Janice
*Wish sat upon a branch strumming his ukulele with his doves fluttering and flying in the air around him and perched on branches in his vicinity. He heard Dys's laughter and felt a shiver crawl up his divine spine. He was a god of hope, of life, hope of creation meant to give peace and prosperity to his mortals. Upon looking upon the pale Humanoid female his doves whispered amongst themselves, warning their god of the danger. Wish listened and continued playing to the tune of 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'.*

*Wish was a tall (8 1/2 foot) humanoid male with pale white skin, golden orange eyes, fingernails and golden blonde hair. Perched upon his pack was a pair of angelic wings that were mixed of organic feathers and metallic divine gold ones. The God reradiated peace and harmony; even being in his presence a mortal would feel hope filling their soul. Wish was dresed in a collard white silk robe with gold trimmings that touched the floor and coverd his legs like a skirt. Upon his head sat a golden laurel crown, The Crown of Hope.*

*The doves began to fly away from Dys, the ones near her and go to him. Wish watched her with troubled eyes.*
Latanya
*Repulsion. She could feel that strong negative emotion directed at her. She could feel them disgust, sorrow and fear other entities harbored towards her. Her half covered face was disguised by the silk shawl, creating the illusion of a ghastly beautiful woman she showed to others. Humanoid in both appearance and height, she remained this way in favor of her other forms. After all, what would be less likely to attract attention? A seven foot tall skeletal monster, or herself as is? 

Repulsion. A feeling Dys experienced from something above her. The aura above her exuded something so utterly repulsive that she couldn't help but turn in its direction. The creatures nearby, white birds of peace, flew up towards the man atop the branches. They eventually crowded around Wish, his godly appearance was truly **Not** A sigh for sore eyes. As he continued to play his melodic tune, she scaled the world tree. She wanted to see who, or what, her polar opposite was like. 

Reaching the same level as he, Dys stared up at hope-incarnate. It was like staring into the sun, a blinding radiance that hurt her eyes. The brunette looked tiny compared to her counterpart, but there was another stark difference in demeanor. Her shroud of grey tore apart where his golden glow would intersect with her own, a region much more compact and dense with decay that counteracted his exuded hope. With a twisted grin, she smiled.*

"It's not good manners to look down on others, y'know? Who might you be?"
Janice
" I am Wish, god of hope. Your decay will not spread past me."

*He said defiantly. His voice sounded like church bells in which the chime of his voice rang through the air, strong like stone. His wings twitched and fluttered, causing small gusts of wind to flow beside Dys. He looked at Dys with his yellow eyes not as a enemy but an opposite for he was the god of hope and there must always be despair and decay when there is hope though one can always choose; hope or dispair.*

*He flexed his wings and flew down off his branch, ignoring the council of his doves to stay clear of this Dys. His bravery was built up on the hope all have in their heart. He lived on it, was it, he gave hope to all and took those who mortals who gave hope to theirs by his side. His realm was the embodiment of hope. He sang that world into being as a means to bring more good, life and hope the the mortals realms.*

"And you are exactly?"

*Wish asked, his doves taking his ukulele and flying away with it. He landed Infront of Dys and looked down upon her, towering over her with his friendly warm face turning angery over his opposite's presence. His own aural; a golden glow of hope and peace connecting with Dys's own air of decay and causing a aura of tension.*
Latanya
*"God of Hope". Ah, so that's why there was this unbridled disgust welling up from her gut. The embodiment of all she loathed stood before her, as though challenging her place and existence. Hope, a fleeting dream given to those when faced with dire circumstances. It is no more than an illusion of choice, when in reality, death already has them in its cold embrace. Life, a creation considered wonderous and beautiful. Yet it's beauty lies in its fleeting nature, the possibility of being cruelly and silently ripped away at any moment. 

His question went unanswered as she observed his expression sour into that of anger. Just as she was repulsed by him, he felt the same towards her. That knowledge alone was enough to bring out a manic smile. Dys lowered her head, but her piercing gaze remain trained on Wish. Observing this being standing so close to her, yet they could not be further apart. It was like the old saying, potassium and water should never mix. 

Purposefully keeping the silence, their tension built up to a fever pitch, the contrasting duo sending sparks in every direction, in every sense save for literally. Finally, her echo filled voice reverberated within the duo, a combination of smooth and raspy originating from both sides of the woman.*

"A god of hope? **Disgusting**, but at the same time intriguing. As for me... You may call me Dys. My domain is none of your concern, but I'm sure you have your guesses already."