Janice
*The fruit of the great tree is most vibrant in the sunshine and fresh air of the upper branches, but not all are so lucky to be afforded such a luxury. Deep below the high canopy of the Mother Tree, a vast war is fought for survival as foliage soaks up any bit of sunlight that creeps through the high branches and vies for the chance to do so. It was indeed the case for the sapling that would one day seek to bathe the stars in blood.*

*For now, the seedling is shackled. Forced to survive on scraps and entombed in a tangle of thick vines and other invasive species. Not so easily released into the world by the Tree Mother.*

*In its anger and savage need to live, it willed itself to change, using its hate as armor to preserve it until the time was right. In the process of metamorphosis, the starving sapling had now changed into a dark iron statue with glittering Ruby eyes the size of a child's fist. 2 feet tall and sitting on a white marble base, the form it took was that of a large ape with curved horns and four bloodied arms. Its head was reared in a scream of hate; it's canines were bared fiercly.*

*Over time, the sense of foliage would come to entomb the mighty idol, though such raw emotion is hard to contain, and the result of such effort was evident in the mounds of dead vines that fell off the green prison, only to be replaced once more.*

"Soon" *Thought the Ruby-Eyed Totem.* "Soon."
Monique
Appearing on the Upper Branches, intending to return to the place she once was born from, a figure of ever altering form gazed down upon this odd statue. It was definitely unlike all other things in this part of the world tree, in fact, it was entirely out of place when looking at the environment around... Could this be a fruit?

Climbing down the branches and foliage until she reached it, the ever altering deity grasped the statue and began clearing it of vines, bugs and other creatures who fed, embedded themselves into and stole away the stone of the object. Thrusting it up into the air, she launched it up onto the branches above, climbing back up and poking it curiously.

She liked its design, it seemed rather unique in comparison to some of the other creatures she has seen. Not like she has seen creatures other than the gods.

"Now who may you be?" The ever altering god asks, grasping the creature's horns, its face, looking for any signature or insignia to connect the statue to a potential owner.
Janice
*The Idol hummed with energy as it was removed from its prison and thrust into the open air. Dark iron metal blackened to polished onyx in her hands as it greedily soaked in the life-giving rays of sunlight. Crimson eyes peered back at the curious diety hungrily, accompanied by a faint aura of annoyance at the prodding hands.*

*After a thorough inspection of the statue, no identifiable marks could be found. However, the idol seemed to be in pristine condition, a far cry from its previous decrepit state, yet she could still sense it was not whole. Physically repaired, yes, there appeared evident that an unseen piece was missing for this "Flower" To fully blossom.* 

*If she were to stare into its gem eyes for an extended period of time, a faint presence could be sensed. Goaded by her question, it reached out, struggling against its invisible bonds. A single word was projected into her mind* 


**"YOG"**


*In an instant, her mental barriers would be assaulted by raw emotion. Tidal waves of hunger, rage, and above all else, the need to survive. Images of a vast jungle where beast and man alike struggle endlessly in pure savagery. The skies are a clotted red, endlessly unleashing blood rains upon the lush domain of butchery and bloodlust. It was in this vision that two bright red eyes glared out at her from the dense foliage; its humongous form was hidden just out of view, yet they pierced her like daggers, as if wanting something.*

 *The vision lasted no more than a second, as the presence was quickly yanked back into the confines of its midnight-black prison. The only indicator it had done anything at all was the faint glow of its haunting Ruby eyes staring back at her expectantly.*
Monique
The ever altering deity felt these emotions, saw this odd, beast against beast world, felt the tingling sensations of chaos and oddly enough, bloodlust. And she felt intrigued. The world she saw was not too different from her own realm... Before it was destroyed that was.

And the creature's response, its name, sounded rather... Peculiar, rather delightful.
"Yog? How curious..." She giggles as hundreds of- tens of- four eyes gaze into the form of bloodlust, tendrils sweeping around the creature's body, encompassing it in what smells like wine.

"You grant me feelings of joyous chaos... So I'll give you feelings of~" Creeping madness slips into this idol's- this creature's- Yog's mind, sending it into insanity as reality warps.

Creatures of darkness, hundreds, thousands stare back at Yog, the tree bends and warps into smiles and eyes, into unnatural arms and the forms of beasts and man, into the bodies of hung individuals. Unknown beings, unknown shapes, objects and ideas swarm into Yog's mind as the alcohol in contact with Yog's form turns into that of blood, an intoxicating blood.

"Into your form, fueling your thirst, your desire to hunt... You want a taste of blood don't you? You want to be free, don't you? Tell me what you need." This deity speaks in an almost teasing voice, tempting the idol, the creature to answer her, to strive for freedom.

The ever altering deity completely encompasses the idol in a variety of wines, beers and alcohols, no longer just the bloodwine, but whiskey and rum, the driest of wines to the sweetest, etcetera.