Christie
*Pathetic.*

Among all the other fruits of the Mother Tree, there was one that seemed different from the rest. It did not radiate mischief or mayhem, stuffiness or structure, it simply *Was*. This fruit had an air of authority, and subconsciously suppressed the fruits around it. Some lost their luster. Other's, who might've been close to awakening, were persuaded into slumber once more.

This fruit resembled a pear in shape. Unlike a pear, however, it was the size of a human body and was colored gold. Not just any gold, but a deep, royal gold. The gold that shone. The gold that little boys dreamed of having, the gold that decorated the chambers of the empress.

The gold of a *King*.

As if some cosmic force had decided enough was enough, the fruit unceremoniously ripped open with a sound like tearing paper. The fruit burst cleanly- there was no juice to be found, just pieces of ripe gold flinging themselves haphazardly into the void. 

Revealing the god underneath.

Rufus' first thoughts were how horribly *Bland* This place was. He released a divine snort, his mane floating around his head like a flickering flame. Golden eyes observed all that went around him; his mingling brethren, the hanging fruits, the tree behind him.

Rufus shook his head. This place was utterly and truly *Pathetic*. He would have to fix that.
Ronald
*The frog god looks over, what is that noise? Sounds so terrible, it is barely but bearable. What could make such noises, what could be so so horrible? Frogbert looks up and gets it's answers instantly. A new fruit is ripe, but it doesn't fall 'mediately. Gold flakes start to fly overhead, this fruit looks to be quite rich in fact. The feeling of dread looks and comes over, the new god's presence is quite unbearable.*

*Frogbert does not open it's mouth, yet it's deep voice echoes all throughout.* "Who is it who disturbs the peace of this land? Come forth now, talk, or forever stay silent." *Such words we're spoken from the frog god's direction, catching the attention of the new god's admiration.*

*The potent aura of the fruit that has opened, made it's way all over to Frogbert. The place now had a stink of such odor, comparable to that of a child's disgusting behavior. The terrors in it's mind we're clear as day, this terrible god knows nothing but neigh. But as the balance of the world has to be kept, so does this god has it's place in this realm. Let them be evil, inert or a saint, they shouldn't cause such an attaint.*
Christie
Rufus almost choked on his divine spit. Did he see a... Giant frog? Impossible. This was the tree of the divine. A tree where beings like him walked and talked. It was impossible. And yet, the frog did. An ugly thing, Rufus thought. He could immediately tell this was his brethren- one of the divine. *Pathetic*. A toad as a god? Gaia must be going senile. It was to be expected, of course.

Rufus released a snort at the frog's words. He floated downward- feet soon touching the branch. He supposed that the toad could not pick what it represented. He'd be nice, just this once.

"Who am I?" Rufus rumbled. "A being like you does not deserve to know my name. However, I shall be lenient this once. Carve this into your pitiful mind, burn this into your memory. A king now walks among you- a true god has revealed himself. I am... **RUFUS**!"

Rufus punctuated the end of his sentence by releasing an earth-shattering roar. The whole tree wobbled from his might. Mortals closest to the roots would note the overwhelming urge to bow down before the tree immediately as this roar passed over them-

**The roar of a supreme being.**

With a slight smirk, Rufus crossed his arms, adopting a regal position. He looked almost lazy, uninterested. "And who might you be, toad?"
Ronald
*Rough, rough, the toad starts to cough. The god just approached and it is quite tough. Being in his presence disturbs the toad's mind, being in this pleasance disturbed by his might.* 

"You bunch are always so so crazy, why must you be such a stir-crazy." *Said the frog as it turned to the side, looking at the tree in all of it's might. It didn't like the disturbance, it would rather be alone, but it cannot be helped, even if it's presence was quite rebarbative.* 

"Say, why is thy aura.. So repellant. Not trying to be quite impellent, but the regality hurts one's state of rationality." *Inquired the frog, oh yes it did, why was such an aura lingering in it's stead.*

*The god has finally answered, Rufus, as he says has quite the standard. Calling himself a king amongst gods, oh what a nitty. This god is such a joke, it is such a pity.*

"One is named Frogbert, god of all swamps. Your pathetic little title has nothing to do with one's vital. Your intentions are unclear yet dangerous, hence they are heinous. One must not follow your pathetic little parade, one will not participate in such a cortege."

*Not even caring about it's visitor, the frog god jumped off the branch away from this inquisitor. Though the god may follow suit as it was just called a joke, it wouldn't really matter, the frog can just dirty it's suit.*
Christie
Rufus first thought that the toad was coughing because it knew its existence was so pitiful that it could never even dare to breathe the same air Rufus did. His eyes then widened into full moons, and he released a low snarl. A warning, if anything. Rufus was being kind. After all, he had just been born. It was time for rejoicing!

"I am perfectly rational, toad." Rufus said, staring the frog in the eye. They were about the same height- no, the frog seemed to be a little taller than him. In which case, it was hard for Rufus to look down his nose at it.

"Frogbert? Such a foolish name, but it represents you well." Rufus said, dismissively waving it away. He had things to do, when-

*"Your pathetic little title has nothing to do with one's vital. Your intentions are unclear yet dangerous, hence they are heinous. One must not follow your pathetic little parade, one will not participate in such a cortege."*

Rufus paused. He was the God of Supremacy and Pride.

And this toad had just dirtied his suit.

"WHAT?" The self-proclaimed King roared. He leapt off of his branch after Frogbert. "COME HERE, YOU HICCUPING FOOL!" Rufus outstretched a claw after it, anger in his eyes and pumping through his veins. This frog had just insulted his pride. If he didn't see this through...

His name wasn't Rufus!
Ronald
*Just as expected he followed it suit, it made him angrier than a raging brute. It wasn't much, it was expected, though the frog had to be careful not to be decapitated. As it hit the ground it's eyes had looked backwards, before being hit it would try to jump away, lakewards.*

"What is it you rage so much at? I only speak of truth and that is that."

*To be clear the frog knew what it did, but it did not matter, it dirtied it's suit and now it's angrier than a flatter blatter.*

*The frog continued to be quite stubborn, only making the god on the other side angrier. Jumping high up on the sky to avoid the raging ladybug, it could probably crush it like a little bug. No, that wouldn't be correct, he'll just continue avoiding it for the time being, if it comes to it it can always just escape when it is down to it.*

"You do not scare one you big crying baby. Don't take this to heart but one is not quite intrigued. Leave one alone at once, what business do you have with a frog? Ignore your pride for a moment and rely on your sense now."

*Such words were said once again, maybe the frog is making this worse.. Again. To be fair it wasn't really it's fault, I mean why could it be? It is only the god on the other end that wouldn't leave. It was rather annoying but it had to be seen through, I am losing my rhymes and it's quite hard to continue.*
Christie
Rufus felt anger bubble up within him. His claws missed the frog, swiping only air futilely. Rufus released a low growl, pausing to get his footing. His leap and carried him all the way to the next branch. Yet, the frog had managed to dodge. Rufus knew it wasn't because Frogbert was a frog- all deities had the same power. Rather, Frogbert had time to get used to his power and strength. Much more time than Rufus.

Rufus turned his golden eyes to the bloated beast. He was right. A king did not dirty his hands so. He had face and pride to keep. Yet, Rufus felt as if this could be the only exception. He had just been born, and this frog had *Dared* Disrespect him.

Rufus released a snarl in response, crouching down low to the branch. "Truth? Hmph." Rufus bared his teeth. "Thou is too uncouth. Now you wish to run..." Rufus was beginning to mock the frog, rhyming. "But you were just having fun!"

The lion lunged with such power that he left a sizeable crater. He flew toward the frog, claws outstretched, godly power filling his veins.

He missed his mark.

Rufus sailed over the frog, overshooting and overestimating the amount of divinity needed for that lunge. He flew right over that branch and slammed into another, thoroughly burying himself into it. A cloud of dust exploded outward from the collision.

In any case, it was the perfect chance for Frogbert as Rufus regained his bearings. A snarl resounded from the hole Rufus had created within the branch.