Pedro
Yeah that sounds okay!

Calixto stumbled back once more, trying to get used to this new form. A surge of panic bursted through his throat, rendering him speechless. His eyes twist to all surroundings, as if analyzing and predicting whatever could happen.

Calixto fell once more. He was ashamed of this new form. For once the long hair this form provided served itself useful, providing a temporary cover for his bare body. 

Where was he?
John
```Ferroxis took his time, floating through the empty expanse of the universe towards the place of his birth. He felt... Drawn here, some form of aching in his chest that he could not identify. A need, to acknowledge how far he had come since he first dropped from these great boughs. He came to a stop at a branch he recognized well, the now black stain of blood he had left still marking the spot he had fallen to. Truly, how far had he come since that day? How far had his beauty spread since he was nothing more than viscera on a tree branch? Ferroxis bit his lower lip bitterly, arms crossed as he silently brooded on his slow ascension. Soon enough, however, motion in the branches below him caught his attention.

It was another newly born God, flailing about like an injured animal just as the last one had done. At least this one did not seem to need his help, Ferroxis had already grown tired of the pathetic displays these mewling children put on. Of course, Ferroxis lifted himself into the air and slowly began to descend upon the poor thing. Streams of blood followed him and splattered against the branches below him, painting them red as he stepped down to face this new God. The thick, red liquid pooled beneath him as he stood there, gazing upon him eyeless, but nonetheless judgemental.

"Cease your flailing, it is unbecoming of you."```
Alice
From the rumblings of the Void...

A powerful presence seemed to loom over the nascent Godkin, forcing a choking aura of Cold against the Fellow God's bloody and seemingly unwelcoming attitude towards the newborn. Black mist crept eerily across the grounds of the Tree, gliding toward the signs of life like fungus attempting to slink toward its next source of sustenance. Yet, no such sustenance would be garnered from such deities as these, misfits in more ways than not, as most Gods would jump at the most opportune moment to make another ally of a new God.

Perhaps the mist was a messenger, although it made itself unclear if it was a harbinger of doom or a sign of improvement...

However, soon the Gods would see it unfold and find the answers themselves. 

Like super-cooled water suddenly crystallizing in a bottle, the mist would spike upwards and form the outline of a feminine figure, revealing the shape of a God just the same as them; misfit and misshapen by the Tree to create and infest with its own virtues and sins. The only difference was her domain.

"You are quick to judge, O God of Silica. Is it not under the same name therein that curiosity shakes and shudders the foundation of such hostility? A newborn babe knows only to breathe and cry. It would be *Unrefined* Of you, to make the same mistake as a negligent low-life mortal."

She turns her attention to the struggling God, her unmoving face implying that she held no such care for the Godkin as to defend him, but instead only used him as a springboard solely to spite this other god. 

"You may find it easier to sit and be still for a moment, as the body has a tendency to fail you when you feel you need it most."
Pedro
A sharp pain rattled the deity's system, huffing out. His back pressed down the rough patch of wood, his skin winced at the uncomfortable feeling. Calixto crossed his legs to hide his regions and crossed his arms to hide his chest. Golden spirals trimmed along his flesh all the way to his soles. A strand of hair drew a line over his sculpted face, making known its perfect symmetry. It lined with the way the tree curved to the heavens, disappearing in the dazzling light. The mother tree has indeed laid her calculations right.

His eyes glaze over to the two-looming presence before him. A shiver ran down his spine. The brilliant sky bent over to meet the two divinities; clouds form as if a curtain parted for their presence. He knew from the moment his feet touched the grounds they graced.

Calixto was nowhere near their authority.

His breath hitched. No voice would willingly come out of his dry lips. He observed one deity before him: The deity brought war in his wake, streams of blood pursued his movements as if mindless snakes searched for its next Adams and Eves. 

Calixto's eyes trailed downward at the scarlet soil, he crawled back once more, pressing further in the tree. The coaxing blood threatened to pull Calixto down and fill him with the guilt of a thousand souls. The overwhelming surge to run was possible. His heart pounded, his figure trembled, unknowing what to do.

Calixto switched gazes with the other deity. Compared to the bearing masculine figure, the deity leaned more on the feminine side. The spikes hissed as an ooze of cool vapor float about. Calixto only observed what the goddess had to say. 

 His body reacted to the goddess' words; he sat upright, crossing his legs. Calixto could not bring himself to meet neither of the deity's gazes.
John
```Ferroxis scowled into the void that took shape by his side, letting his disdain be known for the embodiment of absence. He hissed under his breath, already tasting the foul bile of disgust that always permeated his perfect tongue when he faced such an affront to his senses. 

"Be silent, void-thing. Your vision deceives you, if you consider this some weakling pup. They are a God, born of the tree just as I was, just as you were."

Ferroxis turns to face the curled up fledgling God, watching with pity on his frowning lips as they cowered before them both. He tentatively begins taking steps towards them, his footsteps squelching and thumping against the blood-soaked branch. Ferroxis found himself doing something he never thought he would ever do, much less to a fellow god: he began stooping down to meet them at eye level.

 Towering as he was, Ferroxis had to crouch quite far to do so, but crouch he did as he brought himself before the shivering mound of Godly flesh. His voice dropped, low and soft, calling out to them from only a short distance away. The blood steadily pooled higher as he took a knee, arm outstretched to offer them a hand.

"Creature of the tree, face me. I mean you no harm."

He turned his back on the Goddess who had appeared to him, relieving himself of having to look at them any longer or continue to engage in their games. His attention was on this bundle of flesh, nothing more.```
Alice
The being of the Void took nothing the God had said to heart, knowing fully that her presence alone was enough to irk him to no end. Any other provocations were unnecessary and would likely result in damages that neither of the two would prefer, so she didn't say anything immediately. Instead, she simply shrugs her shoulders and hangs back to the side, observing the Godkin closely as the God of Silica stoops below to meet the Godkin. 

The God of the Void would patiently wait for the two to stand, hooking her arms together, closely watching how the newborn seemed to cower so easily at the sight of the two. She seemed slightly amused by the supposed indignation she sensed from Ferroxis, prompting her to move closer and appear within the periphery of both the Gods, her black mist crawling toward the two and licking gently at their shapes, pinching their skins with the nipping cold of the void. Despite the hostile introduction, the Void woman had no ill intention even toward the Silica Father, instead willfully choosing to ignore his last few words in favor of the new ones he had created.

"A request for your moniker is in order if you will. Respectfully, of course, **"Creature of the tree."**"

She leans herself forward ever so slightly, her facial expression softening just as much as she leans.

"As I cannot speak for the other, I will speak for myself. I am Any, God of the Void. A pleasure."
Pedro
The mixture of black mist and stench of blood rendered Calixto helpless. The predicament he was in — he would wish for no deity to experience — dug humiliation in his supposed sacred body, wilting the petals of pride planted in Calixto. Here he was, placed before the mercy of two deities, his bare flesh glimmered in display and itched from the sacred soil, forming around his golden marks. Calixto lowered his head for two things: for respect and shame.

There was a string of divinity attached to his back, as if to recall the fading glories of his previous lifetime. But it threatened to thin. The remaining glory he had gobbled so lavishly etched away like it is nothing. Calixto curled further into the shadows in hopes for a bundle of Yggdrasil's leaves to embrace his naked body. 

The breeze swept over, teasing his bareness. He shivered in response. It seemed that the intimidating presence of the two divinities long plunged into his train of thought. His eyes began to wander. The damp greenery weaved through the thick mist, bathed in orange light. The tree branches stretched beyond where his eyes could point. There were no other worlds like this, not that Calixto, in his lifetimes, could recall. What was the feeling called by mortals? It is of being overwhelmed, yet at ease at the same time.

A god of some sort ... To ground himself in the workings of a mortal? 

He jolted at the pinch of mist. The voices of the two deities cleared out in his mind. He shook his head. 

*Creature of the tree? *
Was that his sole identification in this world? Calixto tilted his head, allowing his jet-black hair to cascade down his face. His lips brought up in confusion, to process whatever the gods had to say.

... Oh!

In contrast to their ghastly appearances enough to trample mankind, their words flowed lightly enough to make no ripples in lakes. It instilled this ... Calming sensation, loosening all tension seizing the bloods in his body.

Calixto's gaze landed on the bloody man's hand. His breath hitched once more and lifted his own. Their hands did not completely touch. The wariness dug a gap between them. Calixto gulped. 

Calixto turned to the goddess leaning forward. His instincts pulled him apart from such proximity, in fear the coldness would be far too cruel and suck the warmth in him. 

Alas ... Nothing has been done but an invitation to her friendliness. He froze for a moment, and leaned close to her, his golden eyes met. While his hand was on the other god's, he stretched his other palm to her. 

"Crea... Ture," Calixto spoke.
John
```Ferroxis swallowed hard as a wave of nausea hit him the moment he caught the void in his periphery once again. Why they felt the need to torture him with their presence, he would never know, nor would he seek out its reasoning. For now there were more important things weighing on his divine intelligence. Ferroxis gripped the young God's hand gently, a degree of tenderness in his actions as he attempted to pull them to their feet. His curiosity piqued as he grew closer and began to notice the fine details of this form they had been given, gilded, a divine symmetry about them and the spirals that curled about their limbs. 

There was some beauty to behold in this creature after all, something the Silica Father could appreciate about the trembling flesh before him. Ferroxis' gaze burned with scrutiny as it analyzed further, calculating the mass that lie beneath its malleable skin, piercing through the cords of muscle and deep into the marrow of his bones. Flawed as they were, being made in Gaia's tree and not by himself, Ferroxis seemed to be marginally satisfied by what he saw. 

"Your flesh is adequate, a fitting casing for the muscle and bone beneath. I would have made some changes had I had my way, but your body is not mine to change. Well done, an acceptable form to be certain."

Blunt, and rude as his words may have sounded to anyone but him, he meant them complimentarily. His lips drew themselves up into a faint smile, one that would have been wider had he not been in such close proximity to this...'Any'. They did make a good point, however. This new God should know the name of the most beautiful creature of all, himself. 

Ferroxis stood to is full height, arms outstretched at his sides and head craned upwards as the flowing robes of bleeding muscle draped over his wondrous plates of bone that covered his body like ceremonial armor, his crown of shimmering silica catching glints of starlight as he proclaimed his glory.```

```"I am Ferroxis, God of Silica. Bask in my visceral beauty, and know the ecstacy of my divine silicate matter. I am the bleeding lord of all that breathes and changes, of all that evolves and grows. Know me now as all soon shall know me."

He spoke with authority, reverence, and no small degree of pride.```
Alice
The Goddess of the Void had nothing particular to do or say at the given moment, although she watched the Godling closely, or as closely as she could without annoying the Silica Father by simply existing in the same plane as him. Her eyes wandered between the two deities, slowly absorbing more information from them as she gazed into the essence of divinity deep inside them. The void was within everything, even the World Tree. For she was a rotten fruit, and the rotten fruit is still ultimately born from the same tree as the rest. She could scry very little from the newborn, but from Ferroxis, she garnered no small details of his nature. She didn't show it, but one could sense a distant feeling of dismay and... Contempt, although very little. 

Turning towards the Godkin again, she made the same observations as Ferroxis, although significantly less callous and pompous towards the babe, noting his physique and noticing small details extending past the surface imagery. She noted how he still held onto his nudity, indicative of many possibilities that thrust him into this world without his say-so. The way his discomfort toward the two also cut through his ability to use his words only further piqued her intrigue, now interested in the story of this Godkin and the circumstances that might've surrounded them.

‎ 
Or rather, she was interested in the infinite possibilities that sprouted from his seedbed. The imaginary branches that broke off and split in so many different places, the chaos that may or may not have ensued, the unspoken truth that she could and couldn't fathom... It was enticing. The thought alone would be enough to keep her busy for days, but it would require her to leave and ponder, which would be considered "Rude" By the arbitrary standards set by the other Gods.

So instead, she watched the two Gods shake hands, although only in motion alone. Again, she kept close watch over his motions and his manners, and when he extended his hand, she only returned a denying motion of her hand, instead pointing toward his bare self. Her eyes, plain white in all, did not show where she was gazing, but the two would know she looked into the Gold.

A gentle cloud of the Void had dissipated from his waist, leaving behind a small loin cloth made of bark bast. Yet, no cold?

"I would not force you to partake in pleasantries. Your name alone is acceptable, Godkin. When your mind and heart are true, you will find it easier to take my hand."
Pedro
``` As Calixto was risen to his feet by the Silica deity, a rough patch of cloth slid along his swarthy complexion, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. Warmth secured his most vulnerable area, allowing relief to loosen agitation's grip on his temperament. The golden lines swirled and slid all the way down to his ankles, mimicking the patterns of the loin cloth. His eyes glinted of reluctancy with an undertone of sweet gratitude. Calixto sees himself incapable of bearing another second in ignominious nudity.

"Make known of you as all would eventually." The lack of using his voice roughened his tone, rolling off his burdened lips. All things bright and beautiful encased under Ferroxis' bleeding armor, curtained with the brilliance of the encased bones, reflecting his pride as a supposed 'perfect' being. Calixto was equivalent to a mere piece of debris compared to the intricately sculpted pillar of a god. It was a guarantee that the line of deities he'd be bound to meet would make such a grandiose presence. Calixto was uncertain whether it was anticipation or dread; Gods have the luxury to fill pride to repletion. Wielding abilities defying the laws of what Yggdrasil could ever conjure, to fulfilling eons of lifetimes beyond mortal's reach. Could a divinity be selfish enough to tilt their chin upward to prevent sacred blood spilling on mortals?
 
 The world of Yggdrasil had much to offer to the godling; this was no place for the ordinary.

"It is a pleasure meeting you, God of Silica." The overbearing authority the deity exuded weighed Calixto down, pressing a knee to the fertile soil. "Please treat me well." ```

``` Calixto rose to his two feet and descended to a knee once more in the presence of the goddess. She encapsulated darkness, swallowing everything in her path. It reminded Calixto of the rich tapestry of blue bent over the world, seizing woken minds, and laying them for rest. Calixto could not deny the beauty Any held. One would pray to attain the mystery of such divinity. His head lowered, emphasizing the long lashes shielding his golden eyes. "I give my thanks for the cloth. You are too kind." His hand ran along the fabric. 

 Calixto focused on the descending slope of soil, leading to an unknown entrance. He let out a huff. Calixto treaded along, the damp ground kissing his bare sole as a greeting. Calixto's legs wobbled, then stumbled, instinctively reaching for Any's hand. The cold bit onto his skin. Calixto turned and reluctantly pulled away. 

 "Forgive me." He closed his eyes. "For the careless move." ```

``` its this one!! ```
John
```Ferroxis stood in contemplative silence as the newborn god rose to their feet, a much more fitting stature for a fellow divine being. The sight of the cloth finding itself covering the god-kins nudity made his stomach turn, but the gilded swirls beginning to shift caught his attention and relieved him for a moment. The pity in Ferroxis' heart was fading, thankfully, watching them stand made him worry less about having to teach them to use their muscles. As happy as he would have been to do so, it was good to know they were not entirely helpless.

"Love me as I love me, and all that I am, and you will be loved in kind."

Surprisingly sweet words that shocked even him as they dripped from his pale lips like honey, arms still outstretched and risen towards the heavens. However, the sweetness turned to ash in his mouth as he watched them kneel to the void. Even the idea made him so severely nauseous that he had to turn away for a moment. Ferroxis faced them both, swallowing hard a bullet of bile that threatened gravely to burn his throat.

 As they flinched away from the voids touch, he couldn't help but feel a sort of satisfaction to know that they had learned something biochemically: the void is cold, and offers nothing but the cold. Ferroxis took a hurried step forward as he apologized, as if to intervene.

"Apologize not, young one. It is wasted on one who shows you only momentary kindness, let alone the very incarnation of the unfeeling and uncaring void itself. You will find no comfort in them."

Ferroxis once again took a knee, gazing piercingly into them and trying his best to ignore Any. Likewise, he once again held a hand out to them.

"You will find kindness from me, and unlike this one here, I will answer your call."

His face gave no indication as to his intentions, but his voice sounded sincere. At least, as sincere as a titan of flesh and bone could sound. Even as blood began pouring over the sides of the branch they stood upon, he stayed kneeling.```
Pedro
``` loving ferroxia bro omg || ```
Mae
Had he found more things to do, he would. Sadly there wasn't much to do until he becomes aware of another sibling's birth. From the main body attending the 'liberating party', there came a separate body functioning by itself. He is there to greet the new god. A ball of light pulsed in nearby, Kars is instantly there. As extravagant as he could be. His body is taller than any human and golden, silky hair flowed down his torso like a river, conforming to the muscular build of the naked god. 

Kars remembered that he was 'liberated' at the party, he teleported there as an un-clothed man far from the scene of divine birth. As he made his way to the scene, the environment would shift and gain some golden accent in its color, the silky hair on his head weave themselves into a fitting, luxurious robe, turning purple. The color was seen as rare and expensive by mortals, just perfect to go with the theme color of the wealthy God.

It has been a while from his last visit to the branches. He could see the very spot he spawned from far away. It was quite humble just like the gods born around him, maybe he'll make it more beautiful, more fancy. How long was it? 4 or 5 years since his birth? It sounded insignificant in the face of the gods who lived many spans of his life but for Kars, it's been a literal lifetime.

By now, he got close enough for the other gods to notice him , he greeted them with a welcoming aura and on his hands lies a basket of expensive wine and snacks. A habit of gifting he used to get to the good side of those he meet, establish diplomatic or familiar relations.

"Hello siblings. Had I arrived in a pleasant time? Or do I have to throw my gifts away and leave?"
Pedro
```
The godling's gaze turned to the unfamiliar presence.

His appearance pushed through the tense atmosphere between Ferroxis and Any. The bright mix of blues and greens blended into a luxurious gold to emphasize the god's arrival. It was expected that first impressions of any deity exhausted the need to stand out. This one was no different.

His pale skin was under the embrace of richly dyed purple, folding to accentuate the god's masculine stature. The flesh smoothened with the obvious wealth the god posed for, patterned with golden locks curving around his waist. The fastidious nature of this god to coat his figure with exceeding value was enough to draw in plentiful attention. 

Calixto folded his arms to obscure the exposure of his chest. Compared to the god, he was nowhere near the line of respect the god certainly influenced on his peers. Of course, Calixto considered that he had just been born into this godly realm; it was given there was a significant gap between the two gods' ranking. But seeing the god so well groomed, along Any and Ferroxis, he was grounded in the pool of shame. The loin cloth loosely hung around his waist was not too much of a comfort, it was flowy enough that one reckless move, all his vulnerability would be exposed to the eyes of Yggdrasil. 

He carefully stepped back, forming an evident distance between them. It was not like he immediately disliked the fellow – though his actions make it seem so – he figured to place himself in a certain area for the god's attention to overlook the fact Calixto was nude. ```

```He carefully stepped back, forming an evident distance between them. It was not like he immediately disliked the fellow – though his actions make it seem so – he figured to place himself in a certain area for the god's attention to overlook the fact Calixto was nude. 

Yes, he was just born. Any sensible godlings sprung to this realm knew to pick up their divine courtesy from their previous lifetimes. He lowered himself to a bow to pay his respects. "You've arrived in time." His eyes remained closed. He does not interest himself in the reaction of this god. Perhaps it was a look of disdain for the godling.

The god's diaphanous impression showed off his multifarious encounters, with an undertone of chicanery. Calixto tilted his head in intrigue the more he observed him.


He glanced at Ferroxis who held no fear in his dislike of the void goddess. A sympathy bubbling in Calixto's chest, prompting him to subtly hold the silica deity's fingers. "There is no need to label this goddess' intentions only momentary kindness. One arrogant deity would not waist their energies to cloth a godling such as I." He placed a hand on his chest. His voice was faint, but sincere. "I trust that kindness flows smoothly from you, Ferroxis. Need not to deny others of their ways in showing compassion." Calixto's eyes met with Ferroxis, he did not mind the scarlet trails now seeping onto his hand. A breeze swept through once more, Calixto shivered in response. 


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