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Venerated
Legacy Name: Venerated
The
Custom Storm ArchanOwner:
Age: 9 years, 4 months, 3 days
Born: December 14th, 2014
Adopted: 9 years, 4 months, 3 days ago
Adopted: December 14th, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 304
- Strength: 764
- Defense: 767
- Speed: 761
- Health: 757
- HP: 747/757
- Intelligence: 75
- Books Read: 75
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Full-Time Test Subject
Each and every raindrop has a purpose. Mortal men can't imagine such a thing, their minds won't allow it. Their minds simply aren't big enough to comprehend the idea that there are a certain number of raindrops that fall during every rainstorm, and they certainly aren't big enough to even come close to guessing that number. They don't realize that what I do, I do for a reason. Whether it be a storm to clean and clear the air, or a massive devastation to ward off wars or advancing armies, storms to bring them water or soften their earth, storms to bring forth food and life and beauty.
They complain about them frequently enough but more so than that, they never thank me for them. They never stand outside in the storm and turn their faces up. They never let the rain and wind wash over them like a lover's caress. They complain when there are no storms as well, when I take away the blessings. They're never happy with what they have. They're never grateful. They just don't respect me as a God anymore.
I can think of a million ways to change that.
Strong and sleek muscles with smooth, perfect skin climbed gracefully up the long body of a God. A square jaw and full lips led up to piercing eyes and thick but shapely eyebrows. His hair was long and black but glossy and he wore in it a lightning bolt shaped laurel. He sat upon a throne of onyx with bolts of silver going through it.
His marvelous face was set in a strange way. His eyes were distraught but his mouth held a haughty smirk, as if he had some sort of mischievous thoughts dancing around his mind. He was peering into a pool of pure, dark water. Suddenly his hand shot up, and with a sure movement he flipped his palm toward the open sky.
Before him appeared a large animal made of fierce turbulent clouds. He started to stroke it and his smirk broke into a relaxed smile. His face didn't hold a trace of cockiness as he forgot himself and began to pet the animal.
“Look at them down there,†he cooed in a soft velvet tone “they're never happy with anything are they?â€
He was searching for something within that dark water. Through the god's eyes the water could hold any image he desired. Things that had happened, things that would happen, things that were currently happening. He could see the lives and thoughts of man there and at that moment he was seeing a little girl. She was staring up at the sky thanking the sun for growing her flowers. The flowers lay below her, glowing red like a fiery ruby in the sunlight.
He looked away and saw a dusty field. He knew this field well. It was once rich in browns and greens, like emeralds encased in chocolate. It lay before him dull and cracked with dryness, every brilliant hue fading into the same shade of thirst. A leathery farmer in patched clothing threw his sunhat down and cursed the sky. This wasn't at all shocking but it was vexing.
“That's no way to gain my affection,†he thought aloud at the animal, which was now sat at his side. It was obviously an Archan when it sat still and the storm calmed around it.
He turned his eyes onto a calm sparkling ocean. The sun was ablaze over the open sea and a ship bobbed peacefully, but the sailors cursed at the sky and complained that there hadn't been rain and that there was too much sun.
A long sigh from the god caused a ripple of wind to blow over the land. “I see only one thing we can do,†he whispered.
He waved his long fingers in a circle, creating a large cloud above him, and gave a long, low whistle. Several large Archans came bustling through the cloud and landed at his feet, upright and alert, as if awaiting orders.
“They've pushed me too far,†he hissed, his voice shaking with excitement “Go, start the rain.â€
He settled down in his throne and put his head in his hand. He could feel the world around him start to tremble and he could nearly feel each of his giant storm Archans as if they were a part of his body. An extra hand to do his bidding. He sat stone still and silent until he could hear many cries at once. The mortals were thinking about him once more.
He opened his eyes. It still struck him as odd, after ages, to hear voices all around himself as if he was in a crowded room, but to be by himself. The excitement buzzed through his body like electricity and from somewhere in his core. A hot source of power was welling up. He threw out his hand to his pool and it began to sizzle and shake with streaks of lightning.
He could see with more clarity than before, closer to everything.
It was the farmland he was looking at. The deep cracks had filled with water, the land hadn't had time to drink it yet. The trees trembled as the Archans roared and pawed the earth. They ran through the clouds straight at the ground, causng lightning to strike the dry trees that soon caught fire. It was quickly doused by the torrent of rain but they were not likely to produce fruit for a while, if ever, after that night.
The old farmer was huddled with his wife and children in what was scarcely more than a hole in the ground. It was uphill and wouldn't flood, which was quite clever. She was rocking back and forth, praying. She was fervently thankful for the storms and praying their wouldn't be a flood. She knew that someone was listening, but what she didn't know was that her actions may well have saved the lives of not only herself, but the four children who dosed fitfully and frightfully by her side.
The Archans didn't take the lives of the farmer and his family that day - but they did destroy his land, making it too muddy to plant for at least a week. They knocked a tree into part of his house and struck fear into the hearts of his children.
He changed his focus. He saw a little town, rain pouring down on gardens, thunder booming in the distance and lightning dancing beautifully in the clouds. What no mortal could see were his marvelous beasts, prancing and playing happily through the clouds. Claps of thunder being their mighty roars and lighting their howls of laughter.
The little girl watched her garden shake with raindrops in the dim moonlight filtering though the clouds. She made sure her parents didn't follow her and she slipped out the door. It was a light rain but she moved some of her more delicate potted flowers under a canopy. She then went to her tomatoes and made sure they were staked tightly into the earth. She brushed away some water from her eyes and put her hands in the rich, damp mud.
The Archans could sense something they liked about this child. They got closer and closer, although they knew she couldn't see them, and as they did the rain picked up. The little girl looked up at the sky and watched the lightning. She held her hands out to wash the mud off, enjoyed the way she could still see the lightning when she closed her eyes, and began to whisper.
“Thank you,†she sighed, “This is beautiful, and good for my flowers and my garden.â€
A slow grin broke over the god's face as he whispered blessings on the little girl, but there were many more voices crying out to him and some sounded much much more urgent.
He turned his attention away from the girl and he saw a tumultuous sea, with thick white foam atop waves of stony blue. A full size ship looked like a toy tossed back and forth the hand of some unseen child. There were gruff, angry men aboard with scruffy, unshaven faces. They were cursing him again, this time for the storm and rain. They obviously wanted to take shelter, but had to tend to the ships masts. The more they cursed and yelled, the louder the thunder got.
His god's eyes could see his beasts again, but this time it was no happy frolic. They were pawing at the sky trying to rip it apart, their teeth bared and their ears laid flat on their heads. They were swooping down out of the clouds, pushing the ship back and forth, bringing lightning down from the sky close to the fishermen aboard the boat.
Of course, while no man had seen it before, there were legends of storm Archans passed down from unknown sources nearly as old as the beginning of time. One of the fisherman got up in the lookout and shouted, “Curse you, and your bloody beasts,†before he spat as hard as he could toward the waves.
One of the Archans charged at him, sending a gust of wind and his very own spit back into his face, and as the Archan charged, he bit off part of the masts. Some of the sailors were swept overboard by the swinging poles and swallowed by the sea, while some of the sailors stood horrified and soiling themselves like cowards, knowing the Archans were at hand, but unable to see them.
One of the men screamed, “Have mercy, Please!†as lightning crashed down around him and he was devoured whole, soul and all, by the Archan. There was no mercy to be had for this man, who'd never had mercy on anyone himself, and who'd never so much as thanked the god he called out to. The Archans brought devastation to the ship and left it for the sea.
The Archans were all called back before the God, who greeted them each individually and let them rest around his throne. The storms all settled and a light sprinkle sat in throughout the world.
The god went back to his pool and peered deeply into it. The farmer was the first one to come out of hiding as he heard the storm calm. He looked around and pulled his wife and children out one at a time after he realized it was safe. They walked around the property together, occasionally sinking to their knees in the mud and having to help one another out of the sticky mess. They looked at the damage and they watched the ground drink up the flood.
They went into their home and looked for anything undamaged and salvageable. The tree had fallen into the youngest child's room, who was clinging to the oldest child. Each one of them shivered in turn and looked at the others. They were thankful then, realizing how quickly things happen and how easily it could have been one of them.
The little girl turned her head up to watch the rain when it started to calm down. She shook her long wet hair out and went inside, slipping off her shoes and her wet clothes and tiptoeing to her bedroom. She could hear her parents sleeping peacefully. She climbed into bed that night satisfied and warm. She dreamed that night of animals playing in the clouds, but would never know that she was dreaming of anything other than stories and legends.
As for the fishermen, they were never found.
Venerated, the storm god, could see all of this standing by the side of the pool. He gave a crooked smile, and turned straight back to sit on his throne and wait for more prayers. He kept his favorite Archan, the runt by quite a bit, at side and lazily stroked it as he sat in silence, thinking about the mortals and the little girl in particular.
Profile by Sonata
Story by Chrystle
Art by dyabolik_wing
Overlay by Vicious
They complain about them frequently enough but more so than that, they never thank me for them. They never stand outside in the storm and turn their faces up. They never let the rain and wind wash over them like a lover's caress. They complain when there are no storms as well, when I take away the blessings. They're never happy with what they have. They're never grateful. They just don't respect me as a God anymore.
I can think of a million ways to change that.
Strong and sleek muscles with smooth, perfect skin climbed gracefully up the long body of a God. A square jaw and full lips led up to piercing eyes and thick but shapely eyebrows. His hair was long and black but glossy and he wore in it a lightning bolt shaped laurel. He sat upon a throne of onyx with bolts of silver going through it.
His marvelous face was set in a strange way. His eyes were distraught but his mouth held a haughty smirk, as if he had some sort of mischievous thoughts dancing around his mind. He was peering into a pool of pure, dark water. Suddenly his hand shot up, and with a sure movement he flipped his palm toward the open sky.
Before him appeared a large animal made of fierce turbulent clouds. He started to stroke it and his smirk broke into a relaxed smile. His face didn't hold a trace of cockiness as he forgot himself and began to pet the animal.
“Look at them down there,†he cooed in a soft velvet tone “they're never happy with anything are they?â€
He was searching for something within that dark water. Through the god's eyes the water could hold any image he desired. Things that had happened, things that would happen, things that were currently happening. He could see the lives and thoughts of man there and at that moment he was seeing a little girl. She was staring up at the sky thanking the sun for growing her flowers. The flowers lay below her, glowing red like a fiery ruby in the sunlight.
He looked away and saw a dusty field. He knew this field well. It was once rich in browns and greens, like emeralds encased in chocolate. It lay before him dull and cracked with dryness, every brilliant hue fading into the same shade of thirst. A leathery farmer in patched clothing threw his sunhat down and cursed the sky. This wasn't at all shocking but it was vexing.
“That's no way to gain my affection,†he thought aloud at the animal, which was now sat at his side. It was obviously an Archan when it sat still and the storm calmed around it.
He turned his eyes onto a calm sparkling ocean. The sun was ablaze over the open sea and a ship bobbed peacefully, but the sailors cursed at the sky and complained that there hadn't been rain and that there was too much sun.
A long sigh from the god caused a ripple of wind to blow over the land. “I see only one thing we can do,†he whispered.
He waved his long fingers in a circle, creating a large cloud above him, and gave a long, low whistle. Several large Archans came bustling through the cloud and landed at his feet, upright and alert, as if awaiting orders.
“They've pushed me too far,†he hissed, his voice shaking with excitement “Go, start the rain.â€
He settled down in his throne and put his head in his hand. He could feel the world around him start to tremble and he could nearly feel each of his giant storm Archans as if they were a part of his body. An extra hand to do his bidding. He sat stone still and silent until he could hear many cries at once. The mortals were thinking about him once more.
He opened his eyes. It still struck him as odd, after ages, to hear voices all around himself as if he was in a crowded room, but to be by himself. The excitement buzzed through his body like electricity and from somewhere in his core. A hot source of power was welling up. He threw out his hand to his pool and it began to sizzle and shake with streaks of lightning.
He could see with more clarity than before, closer to everything.
It was the farmland he was looking at. The deep cracks had filled with water, the land hadn't had time to drink it yet. The trees trembled as the Archans roared and pawed the earth. They ran through the clouds straight at the ground, causng lightning to strike the dry trees that soon caught fire. It was quickly doused by the torrent of rain but they were not likely to produce fruit for a while, if ever, after that night.
The old farmer was huddled with his wife and children in what was scarcely more than a hole in the ground. It was uphill and wouldn't flood, which was quite clever. She was rocking back and forth, praying. She was fervently thankful for the storms and praying their wouldn't be a flood. She knew that someone was listening, but what she didn't know was that her actions may well have saved the lives of not only herself, but the four children who dosed fitfully and frightfully by her side.
The Archans didn't take the lives of the farmer and his family that day - but they did destroy his land, making it too muddy to plant for at least a week. They knocked a tree into part of his house and struck fear into the hearts of his children.
He changed his focus. He saw a little town, rain pouring down on gardens, thunder booming in the distance and lightning dancing beautifully in the clouds. What no mortal could see were his marvelous beasts, prancing and playing happily through the clouds. Claps of thunder being their mighty roars and lighting their howls of laughter.
The little girl watched her garden shake with raindrops in the dim moonlight filtering though the clouds. She made sure her parents didn't follow her and she slipped out the door. It was a light rain but she moved some of her more delicate potted flowers under a canopy. She then went to her tomatoes and made sure they were staked tightly into the earth. She brushed away some water from her eyes and put her hands in the rich, damp mud.
The Archans could sense something they liked about this child. They got closer and closer, although they knew she couldn't see them, and as they did the rain picked up. The little girl looked up at the sky and watched the lightning. She held her hands out to wash the mud off, enjoyed the way she could still see the lightning when she closed her eyes, and began to whisper.
“Thank you,†she sighed, “This is beautiful, and good for my flowers and my garden.â€
A slow grin broke over the god's face as he whispered blessings on the little girl, but there were many more voices crying out to him and some sounded much much more urgent.
He turned his attention away from the girl and he saw a tumultuous sea, with thick white foam atop waves of stony blue. A full size ship looked like a toy tossed back and forth the hand of some unseen child. There were gruff, angry men aboard with scruffy, unshaven faces. They were cursing him again, this time for the storm and rain. They obviously wanted to take shelter, but had to tend to the ships masts. The more they cursed and yelled, the louder the thunder got.
His god's eyes could see his beasts again, but this time it was no happy frolic. They were pawing at the sky trying to rip it apart, their teeth bared and their ears laid flat on their heads. They were swooping down out of the clouds, pushing the ship back and forth, bringing lightning down from the sky close to the fishermen aboard the boat.
Of course, while no man had seen it before, there were legends of storm Archans passed down from unknown sources nearly as old as the beginning of time. One of the fisherman got up in the lookout and shouted, “Curse you, and your bloody beasts,†before he spat as hard as he could toward the waves.
One of the Archans charged at him, sending a gust of wind and his very own spit back into his face, and as the Archan charged, he bit off part of the masts. Some of the sailors were swept overboard by the swinging poles and swallowed by the sea, while some of the sailors stood horrified and soiling themselves like cowards, knowing the Archans were at hand, but unable to see them.
One of the men screamed, “Have mercy, Please!†as lightning crashed down around him and he was devoured whole, soul and all, by the Archan. There was no mercy to be had for this man, who'd never had mercy on anyone himself, and who'd never so much as thanked the god he called out to. The Archans brought devastation to the ship and left it for the sea.
The Archans were all called back before the God, who greeted them each individually and let them rest around his throne. The storms all settled and a light sprinkle sat in throughout the world.
The god went back to his pool and peered deeply into it. The farmer was the first one to come out of hiding as he heard the storm calm. He looked around and pulled his wife and children out one at a time after he realized it was safe. They walked around the property together, occasionally sinking to their knees in the mud and having to help one another out of the sticky mess. They looked at the damage and they watched the ground drink up the flood.
They went into their home and looked for anything undamaged and salvageable. The tree had fallen into the youngest child's room, who was clinging to the oldest child. Each one of them shivered in turn and looked at the others. They were thankful then, realizing how quickly things happen and how easily it could have been one of them.
The little girl turned her head up to watch the rain when it started to calm down. She shook her long wet hair out and went inside, slipping off her shoes and her wet clothes and tiptoeing to her bedroom. She could hear her parents sleeping peacefully. She climbed into bed that night satisfied and warm. She dreamed that night of animals playing in the clouds, but would never know that she was dreaming of anything other than stories and legends.
As for the fishermen, they were never found.
Venerated, the storm god, could see all of this standing by the side of the pool. He gave a crooked smile, and turned straight back to sit on his throne and wait for more prayers. He kept his favorite Archan, the runt by quite a bit, at side and lazily stroked it as he sat in silence, thinking about the mortals and the little girl in particular.
Profile by Sonata
Story by Chrystle
Art by dyabolik_wing
Overlay by Vicious
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