William
Interestingly, the fruit upon the upper branches did writhe and, in some aspects, it *Sung*, humming its tune from vibrations of its branch like a child chuckling into the sunlight. 

Then, as if breaking free from a cocoon, they emerged. A curved figure emerged, hair curled and frizzed over her eyes. Hesitantly, she drew her fingers to her hair, casting aside its frizz to look at the environment ahead of her. The tree was beautiful, a cascade of hues and chasms of branches intertwining that nearly left her enraptured. For a moment, she simply stared, frozen. Her body shook with a feeling she had never felt before— her first feeling, exactly. One that she would never want to discard.

The yearning to *Move*.

She ran around the roots, tip-toeing across the smaller grasses and leaping ahead of the towering rootstocks. It was messy, almost barbaric, the way she moved within the trees like an animal. But she could care less: it was beautiful, and one couldn't expect her to stay quiet. And with such an idea in her mind, she sung.

The branches were hers to stay with, at least for the moment, and she couldn't have been more grateful. She stood over the edge of the nearest branch, peering at the seemingly endless cascades below. What could she do here? Could she ride with the fruits and tremble over them forever, or write a hymn for every branch. This world was her oyster.

But what about everything else?

She frowned, clasping her hands together as she stared at the environment before her. Somehow, it didn't seem as gorgeous as before. 

"I refuse to stay."

She sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bench. The goddess would walk off, soon enough, but only when she didn't feel as if she could make another song. It had already grown old to her, but there was still a *Hint* Of sentimentality within her, so she'd stay, for now.

But what could be beyond it? She couldn't wait. Her mind was shaped towards the distant lands, the beauty and love that may come from them. She was intrigued, engaged, *Allured*, and she'd fulfill those questions so long as she remained.

Allured.

A smile encapsulated her lips as she looked ahead. The goddess crossed her legs, properly tying her hair into a bun.

Allare. That was her name.
Mark
***CRA-KTSSSSH***

*With no forewarning, nor signs of awakening, one of the countless divine fruits ruptured, and scattered around the area in which it had grown. Kneeling low, a naked, golden figure landed upon the branch below him, their mane of hair flowing unnaturally behind him. Seconds passed... And soon, the juices from the divine fruit would dissipate, turning to vapor that wisped off of the newborn God's body in a most ethereal manner. There was not much grace, nor drama given to the awakening of this golden god. Standing to his feet, they looked down upon their form. This bareness would not do... Not for an entity such as this. A being so kingly.*

*With a mere thought, clothes began to materialize around the Olympian physique of this aurous sovereign. White cloth draped over muscle, leather sandals wove around their feet. Their forearms were clad on golden bracers, before finally, a crown flashed upon their strong brow. He needed no mirror to understand how he appeared... He could comprehend it outright. Such high level of existence... They nigh instantly understood what they were.*

*Jumping into the air, the god would pause for but a moment, before rocketing down the World Tree, taking flight with the speed and appearance of a falling star. Within the god's heart burned desire and ambition. His name was known only to himself.*

*But all would learn it, in due time...*
Mario
S: It was silent... At least on the branch separate from the majority of others.

A fruit began to shift in color, a strange growth of flesh and silk string grew over it's surface making it appear as a sort of cocoon. It bulged, movement increasing and thrashing. Sickening noises similar to raw meat hitting each other, bones cracking and snapping. Until it abruptly stopped, and the sound of ripping replaced it. 

The bottom of it ripped open. And a small figure fell. Their state of body was quite unresponsive, limp with eyes closed. 

The male body fell onto one of the branches with a slap. Their particularly special body allows them to survive the impact. 

.....He continued to lay there for some time. A few hours by world tree standards. 

Within that time the branch that he was laying on seemed to gain a much darker shade, flesh and strings wrapping over it's surface. 
 Finally his body twitched, and with it black eyes drifted open. They still didn't move tho, filled with the shock and process of understanding their own state of body after being brought into existence... And the fact that there even is an existence after having his heart punctured. 

Both hands pushed up his body, so that he could sit up straight on his behind. His eyes roamed over the branches, the other spots where fruit was used and towards the fruit yet to fully develop. 

Perplexed, he squinted both eyes to look around in confusion.