A Godly Romance. (lustful Bride and Matttheman89)
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				Title: <strong>A Godly Romance. (lustful Bride and Matttheman89)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 01:21:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc80/Shira_the_Healer/castle_mountain_small.jpg)</div><br>Amalthea, the Goddess of light, goodness, and Good Harvest, looked down upon one of her many worlds in the multiverse from her mighty castle home within her own private realm. From an eternally high mountain she remained close to a sun she had created as her first act as a Goddess. She was able to see the clouds far below as she looked down through a window. The people who had followed her light shared an eternal heaven with one another without pain, sadness, anger, or jealousy. A true heaven through which she ruled over all. The rainbow haired goddess, draped in gold and silken white garments, tucked her soft silky wings close to her back as she sat upon her throne, and looked down upon a world. The light of her sun shone down upon the throne room and made it all a sight to truly see and something all of her worshippers longed to see at least once in their existence. It had been hand made by the goddess herself, before being improved upon century after century by countless artisans and architechts, each adding onto everything and making the realm more lovely than the last. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://level-design.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/martinthiago_001.jpg)</div><br>From on her throne, Amalthea watched her worshippers and with the attentiveness and care of a mother for her children she watched over their actions and prayers.The world she was currently examining was visible through a pool of water held before her by a small marble pedestal, similar in design to a birdbath and whose reflection let her see what she wished within her realms. At the moment she laid eyes upon the mortals of one world, watching them till the fields of golden wheat, miles upon miles of it. The wheat was all nursed and cultured by her radiant light, and keeping her people fed. In other places upon that world, people were heading to worship and admiring her holy statues, many of which held crystalline pyramids within their hands that shone a rainbow of light down upon her followers. It was her light that kept the unknown darkness at bay and would even drive away beasts of other realms. And it was this light that gave her people hope and drew them towards her temples. <br><br>The collection of worlds that she called her own had been with her for two whole cycles! Two entire rotations of the universe where it was born, lived, died and reborn! What a glorious thing indeed. While she was one of the younger Dieties in the multiverse she was no weakling either. She had proven herself well against the evil that was Plagueis. Though she hadn't outright destroyed that cruel god of Disease she had held her own until he agreed to remove the terrible plague that impacted her people.<br><br>But such things were in the past, and Amalthea busied herself most days in bringing light and hearing the prayers of her people. A young girl was praying for a better harvest for her family, so she could have a dolly that she wanted. It was almost silly to Amalthea that one would pray for something in that manner, but she granted it anyway, power flowing through her and to that world. But this pleasant day, one like any other, would suddenly be shattered as a terrible clatter filled her ears. There was shouting, panic, the sound of clashing swords against shields, and a sensation of power, chaotic power. <br><br>"What is the meaning of this!?" She shouted out, demanding an answer with a voice so loud nearly all in her realm could hear it. She would soon get her answer as the doors to her throne room were thrown right open, shattering to splinters as they struck the walls and Amalthea's wings stood out as she looked at he who would dare enter unannounced. Thalmor...god of Chaos.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Godly Romance. (lustful Bride and Matttheman89)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Matttheman89</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 07:18:33</strong>
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				Amalthea's soldiers and guards were among some of the finest throughout all the realms; blessed with their matron deity's power, they fought with the power of light and truth at their back. They were prepared to face any threat or foe for their Goddess, but there were some things that were simply impossible to prepare for, and that had never been more apparent than the moment that the God of Chaos and Mischief had descended upon them. Storming the walls of Amalthea's castle, her defenses were useless against the phenomenal power at his disposal, allowing him to proceed into her great halls with little effort. The radiant Goddess's defenders were quick to mount a counterattack against their invader, but he was quick to remind them of whom they were dealing with.<br><br>The spears that they carried were transformed before their very eyes; at random, some would find their weapons changed into vicious snakes that struck back at his attackers, some would find them changed into harmless strings of licorice, others suddenly clutched bouquets of bright and colorful flowers in their hands, while others were unfortunate enough to have their spears burst into flame as the God strolled on by with a manic grin on his face. <br><br>Materializing hundreds of small rubber balls along the floor ahead of him, laughter filled the halls as he watched another battalion of soldiers slip and fall all over themselves as they unknowingly charged into his trickery. Walking above them on the ceiling, the laughter continued even as the foundations of the grand castle shook upon the outraged cry of it's owner. Amalthea knew he was here now, and she was most certainly not happy. But she had always been so uptight and rigid about everything, so when could she ever have been happy about anything in the first place?<br><br>Soon enough his parade of chaos had brought him to the large and imposing double doors that stood between him and Amalthea's throne room. Whistling to himself as he took a moment to estimate the craftsmanship of the immaculate doors, he nodded his head at the thought that it was most certainly the crafter's masterpiece. <em>Oh well.</em> A snap of his fingers would send that masterpiece flying off it's hinges and shattering to splinters in the room beyond. <em>What good have doors ever done us anyway?</em><br><br>Amalthea was immediately the center of his attention now that that pesky door was out of his way, and she commanded as much attention as ever. With her rainbow-colored hair, elegant white and gold dress, and silky soft wings spread wide as she stood before him, she was a vision of loveliness as she glared daggers at him from across the room. It also helped that she had a rack to match her godly station, and another low whistle escaped him as he watched the way her bosom rose and fell with her deep breathes of outrage. "The meaning? What's the meaning of anything, my dear Amalthea?" Thalmor asked as he strode into the throne room, a spring in his step and an amused smile on his face as he ran a hand through his own multi-colored hair, though his own only boasted the two colors of light and darkness...not that he was jealous or anything.<br><br>"But enough of the witty banter and wordplay, as there actually is a very good reason for all of this, and I'm sure you're just dying to hear it." Stopping before her and giving his best faux-regal bow, he looked up at her with a smirk. "But this is sure to knock you off those dainty little feet of yours, so I suggest you sit down!" Without any further warning, the Goddess would find herself bound to her own throne with rope that pulled her down into her seat, holding her fast despite her struggles. "That's better. Comfy? Good. Then I'll continue."<br><br>Walking up the steps to her throne with a mischievous glint to his eyes, he was soon looming over her threateningly. What was he going to do? Strike her? Tickle her? Draw funny faces on her while she was helpless to resist? Regale her with stories of his many escapades? Play the "I'm not touching you" game? All of these possibilities and more were likely running through Amalthea's mind as she waited to see what he had planned, but there could be no doubt that the last thing she was ever expecting was to see Thalmor getting down on one knee and offering her a brilliant diamond ring with a crooked smile on his face.<br><br>"Will you marry me?" 
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