Joseph
The day had finally come! Xantara was so excited that she had been planning this for weeks. For this moment to feel blissful and lively. From inside her chest, the divine blood that had rotten had finally dried, and in her veins there was new gold liquid replacing it, there were still small hints of death in her blood, but that was something that could be hard to see. The scent of vanilla and red roses filled the air...

The goddess of love was running from side to side from around the hall, as she was decorating it with flowers, and different shades of red, pink, and purple. Setting up tables, food, and drinks! Just like the feast she had once hosted in her realm, but this time it was bigger, and had a lot of food! As well as many decorations on the walls. 

In her whole life had she ever planned something this exciting, after all, Valentine's Day was one of the holidays her people had created, and since she found it so sweet, she thought she would share it with the other gods. She was decorating all of it by herself, thinking about how not everyone knew what the true meaning of love was...

Xantara's eyes scanned the room. Then she realized something was missing! More flowers! As she opened her wings, she flew across the room, taking out some flowers from her realm out of a bag, most of them were roses and lavenders. She hummed as she decided where to put them... 

After deciding, she finally set them down on every single corner, it was a beautiful scenery. She was so happy, watching how she had set up her tiny party! There was gentle music playing and it could be changed to any of the gods liking. Her eyes were shining like two blue stars. She closed her wings and looked down at herself. She was a mess! Xantara chuckled, and while looking at the reflection on the water clock, she allowed her green hair to flow until it met her waist. The nymph then thought about a dress...

The longer she thought, she could only picture a beautiful purple dress with flowers... Yet she didn't know it if would make her look ridiculous. But in the end... She was the most beautiful creature in the whole universe, so it didn't matter what she wore. So, in the blink of an eye, Xantara was already dressed in a purple dress that was skin-tight on the top and loose and translucent at the bottom. It was so beautiful, that it could rival the nebulosas in space with its beauty. Then she fixed a translucent pink chal on her shoulders, just to give it a little pop of color.

Once she was ready, she fixed the tables and kept getting everything ready to welcome the other gods.
Philip
The awaited day of Xantara's party had finally come, and the punctual Kamilrahma approached the Hall of the Gods as one of the first guests to arrive.

The Goddess of Death, as per the invitation, had also dressed up for the occasion - trading her usual short, cotton dress for an elegant silk gown. The gown was a plunging, shimmering gold garment, hugging close to her dark curves and ending just above the floor; when she walked, it gave the impression that she was floating. Her magnificent, creamy-white wings glittered with flecks of silver behind her bare back, and her graphite-black curls were meticulously braided and piled high in an updo, interwoven with fresh desert lilies. Upon her noble, warm brown face, pitch-black kohl accentuated her piercing, golden eyes - her white blindfold nowhere to be seen. Wherever she went, the enticing scent of lilies and anise lingered after.

Alighting gracefully onto one of Yggdrasil's boughs, Kamilrahma entered the aromatic, arboreal hall; a pleased demeanor evident in her bearing, as she admired the colorful and flowery decorations Xantara had placed.

"I'm not too early, am I?" She asked, her rich voice rumbling like gentle thunder as she greeted the Goddess of Love with a low bow. "A pleasure to meet you, Xantara; thank you for hosting such a delightful event."
Irving
Munuth was the next to arrive. They walked to the Hall of the Gods and entered. 

They wore a beautiful white dress, adorned with red embroidery on the top, and a wonderful white to red gradient towards the bottom with red leaves as details. The main part of the dress was sewn tightly to their body, hugging every curve. From the bottom an elegant chiffon train followed their every step. Munuth had a giant white butterfly sat upon their face, covering their eyes. They decided they should use their favorite flowers to decorate their horns and hair, Silk white lavender covered their horns and was weaved throughout their hair as the petals floated around them.

As they walked in they sensed only one guest and Xantara 'Oh my, here i was afraid i would be late and it seems I'm early!' Munuths voice was soft yet loud enough to be heard, their voice flowing like sweet honey. They then smelt all the flowers within the hall as well as the food 'I can only imagine the beauty and effort that you have put into this party! All the flowers and wonderful foods smell amazing.. Oh my i apologize, i haven't even introduced myself, let alone greet our gracious host! Where are my manners.' Munuth walked closer to their host and began to curtsy 'I am Munuth, Host of Desire. It's a true delight to meet you. Thank you very much for the invitation and I am very excited to see what you have planned for us and to meet everyone!' 

They rose from their curtsy and turned to the other deity in the room. "Speaking of, hi there! Like I stated before I am Munuth. It is just wonderful to meet you too. Lets say we enjoy the festivities shall we?"
Charles
*The uneven trod of an unidentified God could be heard a good distance away, resounding throughout the Hall of the Gods with a shakey pitch. Said figure was promptly revealed, after a short while of the odd footsteps, in the well-prepared venue. Vakudar was the third to arrive.*

*Their appearance was... Better than the usual, at the very least, limbs still disproportionately long and lumbering as he strode at the upper levels of 7-8 feet, with heavy eye bags, a sharp, daunting face, and a twisted composure laminated by an uncomfortably thin body. But alas, his hair was combed and tied, and he was standing mostly upright, which surprisingly added a notable difference in comparison to his normal. His long raven-black hair gently rested at the back of his elaborate satin robe of purple and black, contrasting his bronzen complexion in enough of a small way to make it fit together seamlessly, complimented by golden broaches and badges. Despite his poise, he didn't look all that bad, if not mildly to particularly offputting.*

*Upon seeing that besides him, there were only three other gods, he breathed a relieved sigh as his shoulders slumped, before swiftly picking back up to make way for an introduction.*

"Ah, good day, good day! My name is Vakudar, 'God' of Thought, and some other related things. It is a great pleasure to meet each one of your acquaintances, truly."

*Vakudar said, in a voice that very did not match his face, which was lofty and light like something of an actor or narrator, as it readily changed to an artificially pleasant tone as he began to talk. His face seemed to change too, to one readily adjusting to his ever-shifting tone, diving and raising in expression at every interval that even remotely conveyed emotion. Vakudar arched his back down at the final statement in some sort of strange semi-courtesy, gesturing outwards a palm-turned hand and a wide, disturbing grin, his sharp teeth jutting out from sickly pale gums.*
Joseph
The sound of Xantara's heels could be heard across the hall. She was so happy that people were starting to show up, as she saw Kamilrahma walk in, the love goddess, the goddess of death was wearing that silk gown, that made Xantara's 'heart' race. Her four eyes focused on her as she opened her wings. She was beautiful, after all, death was one of the most beautiful concepts and things that could happen to mortals. As she walked, Xantara's aura rose around the hall, she chuckled once Kamilrahma asked if she was too early.

"A little bit, my dear sister! But please do enjoy yourself-" She saw her bow and Xantara, just smiled. Her four eyes stared at the goddess of death. "Oh my dear... It is so great to meet you as well, my dear Kamilrahma!" She said as she gifted the goddess of death a flower, as beautiful as her.

Once Munuth entered, her heart raced again, she stood by the side of the goddess of death, opening her wings! She was so excited, the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood was super happy! Xantara just gave Munuth a gentle smile once she got closer, she hadn't met any of these goddesses before so she assumed they were newborns! 

"Oh please, sister this party is to celebrate and enjoy ourselves! Don't apologize!" Said the goddess of love, her voice was strong and it seemed to be chirpy and cheerful. "You two do know how to follow a dress code! You both look amazing my dear sisters." She smiled at Munuth and admired her domain. "It is great to meet you Munuth!" She said as she looked her up and down with her four eyes. She opened her wings once again, flapping them. There has never been this much beauty in this hall before.

Xantara the goddess of love had a characteristic scent, her pheromones, which filled the room, a pinch of strawberry and vanilla. Her pheromones were everywhere, it was enough to make someone insane just by gazing at her, after all, she was the embodiment of beauty. 

When she heard footsteps once again, she couldn't contain her feelings. She was always so happy, some may even compare her to a puppy- despite that, she was still dominant in her stance, standing tall and not letting others overstep with her. Her eyes were filled with stars, and she looked Vakudar up and down while smiling.

The goddess of women looked up to Vakudar, he was so tall in comparison to her, just standing around 5 feet. The nymph clapped, and she just said.

"For Gaia, brother you look amazing! Apologies! I am just so happy!" She said as she flapped her wings and coughed to fix her composure. This festivity was focused on love, and of course, it was Xantara's domain.

"Oh Vakudar! My name is Xantara!" Her four eyes watching him change his expression! Oh Golly he was so entertaining! She said as she looked at the other two deities before her.

"Please, please! Enjoy yourselves! Take a seat, there are drinks and music. This festivity is to celebrate, me of course, Love! And my birthday!" She chuckled. "My mortals celebrate it every year!" As she talked, some butterflies would fly around her head and then hide again inside her green hair.

"So, my dear siblings, have a great time!"
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Armando
Pyralith did not oft' show up to events, and she especially was not the sort to show up at a *Romantic* Event.

And in a dress, at that!

Today, the Forge Goddess donned a new look. Her blazing hair, which normally was contained by a bandana that held it out of her face while she worked, was set free, styled in beautiful braids that made her wild and gorgeous hair seem a bit shorter. It was stylish, the end of each braid glowing hot and tipped with a flame. In lieu of her smithing outfit, she wore a sweater dress, a pleasant white that contrasted her dark grey skin. Orange fire-like petals decorated the expanse of fabric, which split for a heart-shaped window over her chest, and showed off perhaps a *Tad* Bit more skin than the Goddess ever had before, though not in any manner inappropriate. Her dress had a belt fashioned about her waist, a soft brown that made the other colors pop. From that belt hung a satchel of her things, one could assume.

It was almost a summer dress in its fire-like aesthetic, but that could only be attributed to the Forge Goddesses' fiery domains and temperament. Her dress, covered in petals and with a heart-shaped display of her *Bosom*, was *Certainly* Thematic for the event. It clearly wasn't something she would wear otherwise, as angry and isolated as she tended to be. Indeed, Pyralith even carried an uncomfortable aura as she carried herself into the hall with the stride of a soldier and the energy of an anxious teen. 

The goddess caught the end of Xantara's words to the others. She was a *Little* Late, but she was busier than she'd ever been. Pyralith wouldn't have normally spared the time of day for such a thing, but it didn't hurt to make a good impression on the Gods who seemed worthy of making a good impression upon. Somehow she doubted the Goddess of Love was a hostile force as she deemed many of her other sisters. 

When provided the time and place for it, Pyralith presented herself to Xantara.

**"Thank you for the invitation. I was pleased to see it. You host a beautiful service. Happy Birthday."** The words came all out at once, as if scripted, before she presented Xantara with.. A gift! **"I made this for you. Do with it as you please."**

And in Pyralith's palm was displayed two rings, each depicted two hands grasping each other. They beamed with divine energy, and had some small amount of godly power within. They were beautifully crafted, and seemed to have been made with Xantara in mind. It was an awkward display of a gift by Pyralith, who spoke with a rough tone and a harsh inflection, even as she tried to perform an act of kindness.
Jessica
The glamorous signs of Kars made themselves apparent, and predictably, he appeared in blinding light. A ridiculously tall being walked around the party, decked with everything one would expect Kars to wear. Categorised as obscenely wealthy, hell, even ridiculous in the eyes of others. They must've must've gotten bored of his style years ago, but only he could truly appreciate what he does and still choses to do so. 

The sharply dressed deity wore a smile, long golden hair flowing freely on the back of a muscular, lean body. There weren't many here, so he decided to bring something to the party. Chests of goods out number the participants with books, food, drinks, crops, tools, etc. These gifts are more practical for the gods, and he felt like they'd appreciate it more...
Valerie
Onesifi hated being late to any gathering. Of course, there were cases in which arriving just a little bit after the agreed-upon time was fashionable - but generally, it was always much more conducive to maintaining one's reputation to be punctual. And so, Onesifi came to the meeting as soon as they could.

The first sign of their arrival was a flag of silvery light - bright enough to draw attention, yet not so bright as to blind anyone. In the air, a hole leading to Onesifi's realm formed - but it was not the deity themself that came out. Instead, it was a clutter of adorable creatures, their body feline and their heads and wings those of owls, of all feline colors and forms. As soon as they came out, they would circle the portal - and, once it could no longer be seen behind the feline bodies, they glided down synchronously, finally revealing the deity of ambition.

Onesifi heard the request for an appropriate outfit - and clearly decided that a simple ball gown was not enough. They wore a long, layered light blue dress, one richly embroidered with silver thread and complimented by an almost transparent head veil. On their chest was a silver necklace - an offering by one of their mortals - and on their face was a pleasant, yet ever so slightly wrong, smile.

Truth be told, the deity did not care much for the theming of the event. Love was ultimately the greatest vulnerability one could create in oneself - always ready to be exploited, if not by your supposed partner, then by the third parties who would always seek a way to slander, smear you. They hadn't felt love in however much they remembered - and they weren't particularly taken by a desire to feel it.

Still, in any court balls were the most important event, above even council meetings: they were a time to build alliances and find others' weaknesses above all else. And the court of Divinity was no exception.

_ _
Now that their extravagant entrance was complete, they turned their eyes to everyone gathered here - which was not many people yet. Half of the deities here were complete unknowns - probably some of the newer ones, ones that needed investigation. Kars, as a god of wealth, was a potential ally, even if they did not know him as well as they wanted to. Pyralith's presence was a surprise - especially considering the dress she was wearing, quite at odds with her gruff character. Obviously, it was not an unwelcome one; establishing a closer relationship with the dwarf goddess would be quite beneficial.

Of course, these were not all the pieces on the board, and Onesifi had to wait a little more before formulating more concrete plans for the evening - but they had at least some information.

All the thoughts hidden by their mask of a smile, they curtsied, the owlcats around them staring at the guests curiously. "Greetings, all who had gathered here. I have to compliment everyone's sense of style - we all look wonderful this night. To those I am not yet acquainted with, I am Onesifi, of ambition and travel," They stated, before stepping forward towards the goddess of love, "Of course, what I had said before goes double for the hostess of the event; you are even more spectacular than usual, Lady Xantara. And so is this hall; you have certainly spared no effort to make it perfect for such an event."

Onesifi whistled subtly - and the most striking of the tiny griffins, with a motley pelt, almost golden feathers and the sharpest diamond-like eyes walked forth, sitting right before the nymph goddess and letting out a soft hoot. "As a sign of gratitude for organising such an event, I would gift you this," Onesifi gestured towards the creature that, as if by a command took to the air and hovered around Xantara. "It should prove a reliable companion - and I hope it is to your liking."

_ _
"Of course, if anyone else wishes to get one, they need just ask - I shall not refuse. The owlcats shall be... In that corner, along with one of my copies." A snap - and as if out of nowhere, another Onesifi appeared in said corner, and the creatures rushed over there, still under Onesifi's temporary control. The main copy, for now, stepped away from the spotlight, ready to greet whoever came in next.
Joseph
Xantara was a goddess who was far away from being shy. She was a playful woman. Her eyes were watching every single god and goddess that arrived, and when Pyralith came in, she smiled. She had never seen her before, she eyes her up and down, and once she presented before her, the Goddess of Love looked at her gray skin, and smiled. 

"Oh, my dear!" She smiled when she got a gift, looking down at the rings, she smiled as she took the rings, and immediately pulled Pyralith into her arms, hugging her. Sometimes Xantara couldn't contain her excitement. 

"Pyralith, I am so glad you came! And these rings they are absolutely beautiful!" She said as she let go of the goddess, and chuckled, immediately putting them on. They were so beautiful! Xantara was always so grateful for every single gift she got. Her eyes shone as she looked at them, and her cheeks got redder. She was so happy.

"You are amazing! I would love to have some contracts with you in the future!" She casually mentioned as she smiled at her. Her wings flapped in excitement and for a moment, the void pearl that made her blood pump skipped a beat. Her scent rose in the air, making it smell sweeter, it was a clear sign that she was very very excited.

Once Kars walked in she looked around at the cast of goods, and she clapped. All of those things were amazing. 

"For my Gaia! You sure are thoughtful brother!" She mentioned as she looked in between her robes, and some of her flowers guided Pyralith to take a seat, and Kars to greet him eagerly. Her eyes were shining and filled with stars, it was one of the first birthdays she shared with her siblings, of course, her mortals named it Valentine's Day. Xantara smiled and she tackled Kars into a hug. She was very affectionate with others.

Suddenly a faint light caught her attention.

Her dress was flowing slightly, she was a woman of great beauty, or the embodiment of the concept itself. She clapped once her gaze caught the faint light of one of the other gods, Onesifi. She clapped as she saw the feline-like creatures and their owl heads, she was amazed, every creation was... Wonderful.

Once again, Xantara was... Just filled with bliss. Someone needed to hold her, she was almost losing her air from all of the positivity she was feeling. She clapped and watched them get closer to her. Looking down at the owlcats, and her wings flapping in excitement.

"I am so glad you could make it Onesifi!" Her voice got airy, and once they stepped towards her, she gave them a gentle yet sweet smile. "Oh you!" She chuckled once Onesifi called her spectacular, of course, she knew that, after all, she created beauty.

Once they whistled, her eyes opened wide as a tiny griffin got close. It was so beautiful, and once the creature hovered around her, she looked at Onesifi. 

"I love it! It is so cute!" She squeaked, and hugged it gently. 

"I am so glad you all could make it!"

Her eyes were now filled with small tears that were actually blue stars that were dripping down her green eyes.
Charles
*Vakudar had been standing in the corner of the venue since his early arrival, maintaining his usual smile as he listened to all the other gods' conversations and observed the multitude of new arrivals. His toothy grin, until then still frozen on his face, fell to a modest smirk as he heard that this venue's purpose was supposed to be the host's _Birthday_ celebration.*

"Hm... I wonder if the offerings I brought were enough." *Vakudar said quietly to himself as he pondered the newfound information, as he had, in fact, brought a small gift to give Xantara as a guest courtesy to her as the host, but he figured that now something so insignificant may not have been enough. He thought about it for a while, thinking of the ways in which he could go and get an authentic gift from his realm as politely and quickly as possible, as well as what he should have given the Goddess of Love as a gift. Before this, Pyralith and Xantara's conversation was what alerted him of the event's true pretexts, which he felt quite careless in not finding out prior, but upon the eventual arrivals of Kars and Onesifi, Vakudar truly felt as if he should go out of his way to find a gift.*

*Emerging from his little crevice of contemplation, he concluded that before addressing Xantara, he should greet all the other gods that arrived in the times since he had been a part of social interaction at the beginning of his arrival. Slowly walking up to one of the less secluded areas of the room, he first spotted Pyralith, whom he promptly greeted.*

"Well met, my liege. My name is Vakudar, "God" Of Thought, among others. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and it would be just lovely to get the opportunity to speak later in the evening. I love your dress, by the way!"

*With his signature semi-bow and assorted theatrics, he made his way over to a general area where a copy of Onesifi and Kars were both nearby and decided to make a brief introduction before getting his business all sorted out.*

"Good evening, my lieges. It is truly an honor to be meeting you both tonight. My name is Vakudar, "God" Of Thought, Creativity, and Individuality. I Do hope we shall all work towards good relations. And may I add, you both look splendid tonight!"

*Vakudar spoke to both gods with flair, before relaying his awkward bow and hastily moving unto addressing Xantara on the topic of him being unaware of the pretenses, letting her know that he would be gone briefly. With his heavy, unsettling stride, he made his way to the venue's host, opening conversation.*

"Hail, Lady Xantara. Your event truly is beautifully crafted, and you have done extremely well. The lighting, the exorbitant hues of the varying flowers, the sweet scent of the candles, and even the mood you've so masterfully propagated, in its je ne sais quoi. Wonderfully sublime! This all brings me to another matter though, which is that I had recently overheard that this is actually a celebration of your birthday, which makes sense in retrospection. Originally, I had only brought to bear this small gift of a book containing my realm's latest invigoration in our neoteric creation of Theatre Arts as a modest contribution to hosting the event, but upon discovery of it being your birthday, I simply cannot let myself pass by giving you a proper sample of Jaiskriti's regards and respects for you. I apologize for my lack of attentiveness at the pretenses, and I am to inform you that I shall be taking a short leave to get you a gift that properly conveys our sentiments. Do take care in my absence, my liege."

*Vakudar spoke, his thespian talk notably more placid than before, while it still maintained its flamboyancy. Somehow, just the slightest changes in the way he conducted himself could alter his entire atmosphere. Upon leaving Xantana, he gave a quick nod to the two goddesses he spoke to earlier in the event, before tapping the corridors with his familiar, uneven pacing, before his footsteps swiftly disappeared.*
Armando
The Dwarf Goddess could only let out a small grunt as she was hugged, her singular arm coming about to return the motion after a few moments of stunned hesitancy. There was certainly a level of awkwardness to her, her face twisted into contempt at life itself. She held no ill will towards Xantara, and tried to clear her face of any emotion, she just wasn't used to.. That. She'd never given or been given a real embrace by any other than Ittou in the past, and she wasn't entirely sure if she *Liked* Being touched. How could she, when so much contact with her had been *Violent?* The goddess let off a weak smile, nodding as she pulled away from the hug after what felt like a suitably long moment.

**"Thank you. I look forward to working with you in the future."** Stiff and awkward, she clasped Xantara's arm in what could only be a sign of professional affection, as a dwarf might do. Strong, firm! The go-to when hugs were considered too weak and soft. Even then, the clasp didn't last more than a moment, Pyralith ducking her head in a small bow as she gestured behind herself. **"I am going to go mingle. Enjoy your party, Xantara."**

As she turned, she placed her hand on __Kars'__ shoulder, nodding to him in greeting, though she did not interrupt his time with Xantara. Quickly, she put some distance between herself, following the flowers that guided her to some seating-

Only to run right into __Vakudar__!

Not literally. She had the sense of mind not to *Literally* Impact someone while walking. That would be far too embarrassing and she didn't make simple mistakes like that. As he approached to make his greeting, she nodded to him, her face passive and set in stony seriousness.

**"Greetings. I am Pyralith, Goddess of the Forge. I'll be here for some time. It was good meeting you."** She awkwardly forced out, voice stiff and eyes avoidant as she looked past him, ready to exit the conversation. **"And thank you. Yours- too."**

There was a long moment of silence as she stared up at the much taller God, acknowledging silently that he was *Not* Wearing a dress, but a robe. Without any correction to her mistake nor an apology for her awkwardness, she merely turned and stepped away, the speckled dots across her face glowing with heat. All at once, she could remember why she didn't go to events like this. As the Forge Goddess took a seat, she huffed, molten eyes travelling the venue. A lot of these gods smelled so pleasant. Did.. She .. Smell pleasant? Pyralith performed a quick sniff check. Like coal and smoke. She smelled fine, Pyralith reassured. People liked that smell. She didn't need to be *Flowery*, and her lip curled at the thought.

As her eyes scanned the environment, she noticed __Kamilrahma__ in the distance. Pyralith observed quietly, raising as hand in a casual greeting from across the hall.
Philip
When Xantara gifted Kamilrahma a gorgeous flower, the dark-skinned goddess smiled; after inspecting it for a few moments, she secured it amongst her own desert lilies, scattered within her updo.

*"Speaking of, hi there! Like I stated before, I am Munuth. It is just wonderful to meet you too. Let's say we enjoy the festivities, shall we?"*

Kamilrahma turned with a nod. "It is good to make your acquaintance, Host of Desire! I like your butterfly; it gives you an air of mystery. Now, I'm off to try those drinks; I've never consumed anything before, so this shall be rather exciting for me."

The Goddess of Death and Mercy, poised yet soft, strode over to one of the nearby tables laden with drinks. After some deliberation, she finally picked up a crystal glass, curiously swirling the shimmering, berry-purple liquid within. She took an experimental sip, letting the sweet and tart flavors mingle on her palate before swallowing. 

"Mmm, this is new... But good!" She murmured to herself, and took another sip.

As more deities poured into the Hall of Gods, Kamilrahma thought that all who attended were elegantly dressed and awe-inspiring - each in their own way, of course. Her golden gaze lit up when she spotted Pyralith and Kars, and she waved enthusiastically at them before turning her attention towards the other, unfamiliar deities. She would have plenty of time to talk with them later; for now, she wanted to properly introduce herself to everyone else present.

She turned and bowed low to the other gathered guests, her wings elegantly sweeping forward before folding neatly against her back when she straightened up.

"Greetings! I am Kamilrahma, Goddess of Death and Mercy. It is wonderful to meet you all, and I hope to learn more about each of you," She announced, her piercing gaze flitting across every deities' face as she smiled kindly. How exciting it was, to see such a variety of people all in one place!

With her own introduction complete, Kamilrahma sipped her drink while listening to the others introduce themselves. One deity she'd never seen before, Onesifi, caught her attention - or rather, it was the whimsical creatures that hovered around them.

*"Of course, if anyone else wishes to get one, they need just ask - I shall not refuse. The owlcats shall be... In that corner, along with one of my copies."*

Upon hearing the offer, the winged deity made a graceful beeline over to Onesifi's copy, admiring the different owlcats.

"Oh goodness, they're adorable!" Kamilrahma cooed, tearing her attention away from the creatures after a few moments. "What can you tell me about them?"
Tina
A personal invitation was sent from Xantara and arrived in reasonable time into Any's consciousness for her to take the offer of the party up. Any was not a partygoer, but the moment shared between her and Xantara had stayed in the realm of her mind for a good, long while. She wished to arrive solely for the chance to converse with Xantara and digest the emotions she'd felt during their harangue, the complexities of which had left her in deep contemplation for many, many moons.

And so it was, that a small void pearl would appear amid the party tables, food, and drink, and soon, the scent of wine would surround the pearl. A faint black fog coalesced unto the beautiful dark sphere, creating a body's silhouette that soon revealed the form of the Void Goddess, Any. Her beautiful figure hovered above the ground for several moments, before her legs changed shape and took on the outline of a short dress. Her legs slowly lowered onto the ground and poised her majestically, her faceless expression finally shifting as her eyes opened to their trademark stoic gaze.

She'd glance around for several moments, in search of Xantara. She'd spotted several other deities she'd not quite met before, but certainly recognized Kars and Pyralith. She'd never spoken to the two, but she'd heard tales of their exploits and had garnered a passing interest as a result. She could also vaguely recall an underlying urge to speak to the Goddess of the Forge, a result of her Demi-God's intention of speaking with them. Perhaps she could engage in conversation regarding that later.

After some internal deliberation and careful observation of the surroundings, she managed to find Xantara amid the crowd. The Goddess of the Void was not fond of the idea of jumbling through deities and hopping through hoops to get to Xantara, so she'd decided to warp herself to the Void Pearl she'd given the Goddess of Love during their time together in Puksi'ik'al. 

Resonating with the thrumming of the Goddess of Love's heartbeat, she drew herself into her Pearl and expelled herself out. She'd appeared spontaneously beside Xantara, bearing a gift of a bottle of Void Wine. A gentle drink that shimmered with stars amid the dark red hues. 

"Xantara. When I saw your request, I suppose I had no other foreseeable option than to arrive as you requested. Please do pardon my tardiness."

She glances at the Goddess of Love, her eyes expressively smiling at her, before returning to their stoic gaze once more.

"I hope your heart has been less heavy, since our last encounter."
Debra
*To keep a goddess of bloodlust tame for an event like this would be quite the challenge, yet Thana was prepared and had brought just the perfect plan.*

*An enormous wolf like jaw snaps down in a corner of the party, acting like a strange curtain to hide the girl as she quickly updated her appearance, stumbling through various outfits without an end in sight. Only ending when something in her mind said this may have been right. A black scaled dress that represented a serpent. Whilst it looked grand, the fluidity of it was far from superb, a rigid item with little wiggle room for the goddess. The last time Thana had attended one of these votes, she had been relegated to personal attack dog after somebody spilt piss over the audience. Something was different about this figure, however. Her crimson tipped flowing hair had much more volume and a sense of sentience to it. Each strand seemed to move and writhe like snakes would in Medusa's hair. Within her eyes is an ourobouros of infinity, defined by a snake biting down on its own tail. These were signs something had gone wrong. Yet... When the jaw opened further, the true reveal was on display.*

*A second instance of the goddess stood valiantly, adorned in glowing yellow armour, with a much shorter blonde haircut. Flourishing white wings extend outwards, coating the hall in a soft rain of divine plumes. Pure glowing eyes settle on the gods around them and, with a defiant move, this pure version of Thana takes the hand of the other. An intricate plan indeed, to purposefully split your divinity to root out the evil, then keep it close like a leash. This way, she had total control over her actions. It was a risky strategy, but with a few dashes and touch-ups the less than pretty and gore stained version of herself might just pass as a strangely long-lost sister.*

*In both of the instances hands, they carried a small bouquet of thorned roses. The stems charred an ashen black, yet the flower at the top shines with a vibrant dark red that seems to glimmer in the party's ambience.*

*In synchronised elegance, the pair makes a beeline for Xantara, eager to show off the gift and to potentially patch up any confusion caused in the last event. The angelic instance speaks out first with an inspiring tone, syllables are pronounced triumphantly and in good taste. She was clearly proud of her own plan.*

`" It is good to see you, and many others. I can frame my worries in no other way than this gift. The events that transpired the last time we saw each other were less than ideal. I hope these roses will patch up any gaps. "`

*The other... Remains harshly silent. It had seen Xantaras face before back in the Carnal memoriam. It had ordered her to do something, then she had fled.*
Joseph
Suddenly in the dark, a few of Xantara's mortals walked in, one playing the piano... That in the honor of her birthday, decided to tell her tale of when Xantara was alive, something just the high ranks of her civilizations know. The Scarlets, a war species were now standing by the door, and gently enjoyed hearing the voice of the male Alux that was going to deliver the story...

He cleared his throat, and the piano started to play.

"Hello, my wonderful deities, now, music!" He said before chuckling. "In the honour of our great mother, the most beautiful woman in the whole creation... We may tell you a bit of her story... My wonderful mother..." He praised her.

Xantara looked their way, her four eyes blinking a few times before laughing. She had told her story before.

"This story, of our great dead mother, it is a sad one, yet... Her power and beauty has rose." 

While the man was talking Thana had manifest near her. As well as ANy. She smiled at the goddess of the void and said.

"Oh my dear sister, it has been more than wonderful... You do not need to apologize, your mere presence already lights up this halls, my dear Any." She mentioned before hugging her tightly and turning to Thana, the wolf had startled her, and smiled gently. She was beautiful her attire was more than attractive to her. She looked at the both of them, analyzing both bodies. She chuckled and greeted her.

She staredat the flower, she smiled. For some reason that flower reminded her of something. 

"Beautiful! Oh my dear Thana! What a beautiful a thoughtful gift from the both of you! I am so glad you two could make it-" Suddenly she was interrupted by the Alux talking about her.

As he spoke, he chuckled and started to slowly reveal Xantara's story.

"She was a beautiful woman in the past... When a unknown man appeared in her life..." Xantara's eyes lowered as she heard him speak. She did not want to hear about her past as a mortal at all. "He was good looking and with a silver tongue... And without thought our great mother fell into his arms..." The goddess of love furrowed her eyebrows, and stared at him.

Her stare was deep yet, for some reason she couldn't stop the Alux. He kept talking.

"Her father did not like him, so both of them ran away..." Her 'heart' was beating faster. Why did this people need to know more about her? She opened her wings and looked away. 

"Sp they wrote a plan to escape, it was a secret, and her wedding dress belonged to her mother... Nothing was going to be wrong." Gently she could feel the breathe of death on her neck.

"Soon they married... Fleeing way from that place, and had two children, she doesn't remember their names." Xantara remained silent before her four eyes focused on the Alux. She had chosen him to give a speech, not to reveal all of her story. 

"But where was this man she loved?" He laughed. It was not funny. "So when she was with her children inside their home, waiting for her stud... Who never arrived... So, she looked out the window to find him, and she could see his shadow, in a foggy night... There were more men with him, hiding with her children... And as she waited..." The piano was turning suspense...

"She saw his shadow, it was her stud, and as she opened the door, her heart beated fast, and as she protected her children, everything went to dark." In the back of her mind, Xantara could hear her own screams and from her children.

"When she woke up she was already dead, inside of a fruit, her life was gone just like her children..."

The goddess of love could not take it anymore, so she gently looked at Thana and then at her other side. Before turning to him.

"Oh my dear son, please. I beg for you to stop talking. It is such a b-boring story." She was clearly angry it could be seen as her wings fluttered. Gently Xantara walked towards the spot light, and said.

"My brothers, sisters, and siblings! Thank you for coming. Please take a piece of this cake, and be free to leave."