Kenneth
Floating he would touch his foot down on one of the roots, the tentacles on his head reaching high towards the branches of Gaia. The eyes surveying the area around him, he would sit down closing all of the eyes except for the ones at the top. The tentacles form themselves to look like dark gray branches sprouting from his head, the now branches losing their smooth texture, the texture itself changing to resemble bark, this bark merging with the stone of his main body conjoining to make it hard to see where the texture of stone, and bark began and ended.

He was here to meet another god, and all he could do was keep an eye out and wait for them to arrive.
Rosa
Looking up, the young god watched the branches he was born from slowly shrink away. 

He opened his arms in rejoicing knowing this was only the start of the beginning. Nothing in the universe could have bothered him at this moment. He was free, free to think, free to move, and most importantly free to innovate. Changing the focus from his source to the rest of the universe his eyes widened in pure awe, just in view were the creations of the multitude of gods that resided in this universe, their pieces of art so beautifully on display for all to see. Dense with variety and opportunity Dere couldn't help but stretch his hand out yearning to one day have his world that he could rightfully call his own. A feeling only felt for a moment before being abruptly interrupted by the consequences of taking a step off the edge of his branch. 

Unceremoniously he collided into the tree with an enormous thud the force immediately splaying his body similar to an inkblot dropping from pen to paper. What was left was an inky black liquid sprinkled with billions of shiny starlike spots each gleaming with a unique color. 


The liquid fell in long lines over the tree dripping from branch to branch until collectively falling into place on a singular branch to begin reforming an outline of a humanoid. Starting with the translucent skin and finishing with his black hair that flowed in opposition to his movements. 

The god took a small step dragging his heel across the ground. Shooting the right foot forward he spun in a circle laughing amused by the experience he had just been through. Still slightly laughing he stopped his movement, settling his sight on a nearby branch. 

" Peculiar " 

He spoke aloud hoping the being he just spotted would respond. He bent his knees before lunging across the branches landing on one leg far he held his balance while awkwardly setting his other foot down. 

Moving closer he paid close attention to where the god was conjoining with the tree, his brain whirring with questions and plans.
Kenneth
He would stand up slowly as the eyes on his tentacles would open instantly shooting to the god hearing its voice they would glare at it before opening wide in surprise, he would look to the sky to Gaia before turning to face the god, the tentacles returning their smooth texture, he'd tilt his head "Well I wasn't expecting a god to be shot all the way down here." The tentacles would come down lifting up Taurus moving himself up and over to the root that the god was on.

As he would let himself down the tentacles would merge with his body giving him a more human look, he'd gesture to the god to follow him as he would begin to walk "It's nice to see another god isn't it? Especially when you're born." He would turn around while walking "So what's your role in all this?" He would glare at the god intrigued by him, not having seen another god since he was born from Gaia.
Rosa
Dere smiled crookedly, leaning his head around and looking at the moving tentacles he opened his mouth to speak. The voice instead of coming from his throat came from somewhere deeper inside him rattling and echoing out like a voice in a canyon. 

" I didn't expect to get here. But what are you to expect when you jump from all the way up there?" 

He pointed up with one arm stretching his whole body with the motion. Dere dropped back down into a slouched state and soon he pushed forward quickly closing ground with the other god, his star-speckled eyes spinning with anticipation. It was true, seeing another god brought him quite a nice feeling. 

" Companionship? This is what this is. No, I just enjoy the company of others or do I? Eh- my role... In all this? How am I supposed to know? I have my purpose for myself. Why should I care for everything else? " He asked with his head leaning to the left, his body leaning with him the right hand tapping rapidly at his side. 

Dere took note of the glare, his face shifting in almost the exact expression to mock the look he was getting.
Kenneth
He'd smirk, nodding slowly, listening quietly he'd think back on what he said. He shouldn't have worded it that way, he'd stop walking crossing his arms placing his hand on his chin. Then what would this god want, and why should he care about the world, he shouldn't tell this god what he could or should be, instead he'll tell him something "What we do and what we influence gives us more power over this world and its inhabitants. What you do has an impact on this world and that's why things matter, that doesn't mean care."

He and all gods had something in common. They wanted power and influence over the world and other gods. The more they got they either became less content or more content with their life striving for less and less or more and more "It just means do what you want, and what you do will depend on how mortals worship you, and that's the important part, however it isn't my job to tell you what to do or be, I could care less about what you do."

"You are you in the end." He'd turn away from the god continuing to walk, "I guess I should've worded myself differently." He'd whisper to himself, he wanted something from this god but how would he get it, "I'll assume you're a young god as I, so I'll tell you something, you are the first god I have met." He'd look back as he was walking his arms coming down to his side "I can only speculate as to what you want from this world, but what I want from it is one thing and that is for it to change, and I was wondering if you would help me in making it change."

"Though I can't ask that of you or anyone right now you and I are both young, we barely even know what the world is really like yet, yet here I am saying I want it to change." Both needed something that they didn't have right now "I'm not asking you to help me change it right now or tomorrow, I'm asking you to give it a thought and to ponder on it so that when I ask again you'll have an answer."
Rosa
Dere listened to the god ramble on his patience wearing thin with every passing word. Learning quickly he wasn't keen on listening to someone dance around a topic. Still, he waited for the god to finish his speech before speaking up as soon as they stopped talking. " Ha! Mortals worshiping me. What a pipe dream you know what mortals are good for? Being a canvas for me to mold and shape. "

 He chuckled a bit, placing the tip of his thumb between his teeth debating whether to tell the god more about himself, nervous that he had said too much with his last words. " What does it matter if we are young? Even with as little knowledge as I have, I'm not inclined to sit around and learn every detail. Isn't that boring? At least it is for me, after all, it will always be better to learn while I act. Positive or negative I will be happy with the end results. " 

Dere grumbled a bit wondering what they meant by change. Obviously, change was good but was it worth it if not committed by his own hands? Or what if this god's idea of change makes the world into a bland and boring set piece? " Change... Change can be a wide variety of things. Change is what makes having intelligence worthwhile if not for change we wouldn't exist. This all raises a question: will your image of change stop this world from changing again? I will not sit around in a boring world " 

Taking a step forward he bit into his finger the black fluids that existed in his body spilling over his clear skin. " Before you ever ask me that question again demonstrate something for me. I want you to do something true to yourself preferably I want you to create something and give it to me. In turn I will do the same."
Kenneth
He'd stop walking, this god didn't understand what it needed to assist it in making a mark on the world, this was due to its self centered mindset wasn't it? The gods mindset also seems to be closed off to any other point of view but its own, that or its just the way he perceives it, what he needed the most was help from other gods to help him facilitate change in the world. He needed to change to make changing the world easier.

Turning to the god once again, it was too easy to close off one's mind to others, in a way it was wanting change but not being willing to change in order to facilitate it but that doesn't mean violate ones self. "The change I seek in the world is the ability to change it easier, that is the only one... For now." It was true that change was many things but one had to set a goal to be able to carry it through. "To answer your question, change never stops, to stop it means there is no change."

Change was the altering of what was already there, turning it into some other variant or something else different, always leaving behind some familiarity, whereas creation could make something similar or something completely different. 

Then something brought a slow burning rage that came up from within his chest, he hasn't felt this feeling before, what caused it? Was it the god, or was it what he said... It was both, the anger came from both this god and what he said, an attempt to define him knowing nothing about him. He'd laugh, staring up at the branches of Gaia, he'd become quiet, his eyes widened, becoming colder, he was the only one that could define him, not mortals and not gods.

His head would shoot down, driving a sudden kick at the gods chest so that he could send him flying away, his legs would then quickly become stilted as his eyes would turn into four, his face and body becoming covered in a golden carapace, and the carapace sharpening at the tips of his hands to make claws. "You want something? Earn it." He would say before the carapace would fuse over his mouth.
Rosa
Dere grinned, taking his thumb to the base of his belly where he traced a straight line to his neck. He took a deep breath dropping one of his shoulders with a sigh." The more you speak the more I think you're not going to gift me a piece of your creation." He closed his eyes, lowering his head before opening them again slowly raising them to the god. 

His body shot up straight seeing the god laugh and his eyes sharpened sending a small feeling of dread through him, having never felt this before he hadn't the slightest clue of how to even react. He knew it was a negative feeling which narrowed his options down to flee or see what happens. 

Dere didn't have any time to react to the kick; his body was bent inwards with the foot easily catapulting him back across the root. His body rolled over the wood, stopping with a high-pitched pop and solid thud, facing toward the god, his arm bent awkwardly behind his back, The right one conveniently placed under his head. 

Deres' eyes opened slightly, his ever-present smile fading from his face. He pulled his right arm back, palming the ground before fluidly pushing himself to his knees. His good arm in his lap. " Fear. That was fear " He lowered himself forward using his arm to steady himself in a bowing position. 

" And it was Intense, Horrifying, invigorating and most of all, look at you! You're looking stunning" His eyes widened further, and his smile reappeared with the left side twitching most likely from fear, lowering his head into a bow he exposed his back. The bent arm sprung to life acting like it was supposed to be there, it aimlessly touched around his back settling eventually on a small metal bit at the base of his neck, he started laughing up a storm " I'm eating my words right now! Learning while I act... I have no idea what I'm doing." 

His arm ran down his back separating his translucent skin as if there was a zipper there from the start. Black fluid shot out above himself stretching out like a liquid and with the blink of an eye it went rigid forming long sparkling tendrils. He quivered a bit, the bent arm slamming into place beside the other. " I'm thankful to you for giving me so much knowledge I'm finally starting to feel less like a newborn" 


The tendrils sprung to life wiggling and forming a never-ending mass of tendrils resembling two large shuddering wings, he trembled as he got on his feet telling himself the only reason it was such an overwhelming feeling was because it was his first time experiencing it. " Curiosity is one of my domains'' he gleamed with a bit of pride. "If I knew everything, everything would become all too boring. But I'll tell you something! I didn't expect you to kick me and get a makeover. " 

He believed what he said even with all his scheming he never expected anything to go exactly to plan, he hoped for things to go astray. That's what makes him so ecstatic. He adored others' reactions, he was thrilled to give reactions to their reactions, and so on. His plans were only the guidelines, not the rules.
Kenneth
He'd laugh, no sound came from him only the movement, this god wasn't hilarious but amusing to him, demanding one second and excited the next, but as the god would come to his revelation? He knew this god wasn't going to give him what he wanted, instead the god wanted something, that something being one thing that he was not willing to give, it would be such a waste.

There was no reason to continue to speak or interact with this god. He'd turn away from the god waving his hand and walking away no longer willing to be around this god anymore than he needed to be.