04-25-2018, 03:04 PM
Liria had never been one to enjoy the company of other people. Byui had been created to keep Ilivi company, but with a shifting mane of stars and an ever-draining hourglass on her paw, Liria had only ever been created to embody space and time. There were, of course, other things Liria invested her time into than her patronage -- she'd taken on quite a few charges in her long life, but their stories had, regrettably, never ended well. Liria, even over the hisses of the council over her 'meddling', had been the first to admit that her only regret had been her inability to allow them more time, or a smoother passage. It was ironic, that she couldn't have given them more time, but she knew that meddling with their stories anymore would only make things worse. Nebula, frail and snappish yet still so caring, had been an exception, as Liria did it over again and again and again. It didn't matter in the end, though, as Liria watched the feline fall to Uuvi's glowing paws.
Liria had payed the price for her meddling -- they couldn't strip her of her title or her powers, not at the price of the stability she provided. Ilivi was too kind to do such a thing, anyways -- Liria had seen the look of sadness in her superior's eyes, the complete understanding of Liria's entire person. That hadn't stopped the lioness from shipping her off, from taking away the excess. Liria trusted Ilivi's judgement, of course, but she simply didn't understand. There was nothing for her to learn by doing this, by sending her off from a culture so wildly different from Taoa's. This world had gods of their own, perhaps less widely known as she'd been in her own home, but they were certainly there. There was nothing to be gained from this venture except for a new, wild disregard for the council. (not that she'd cared much for her council, anyways -- the only other gods Liria could bring herself to respect were Liria and Byui, but the rest -- well, they'd hurt her charges, indirect as it may be, was there much else she could say?)
Even so -- Liria had a mission. A sentence, a punishment. Whatever it may be, Liria was determined to see it through, if only for her own honor, and by extension, her charges'. One paw after another, the massive lioness wades through the marsh water with all the grace and pride she still has intact. Nebula's death left her soul feeling drained and tired, seeing the little feline torn from her care so soon. It only happened yesterday, and under normal circumstances, Liria would allow herself time to grieve for her charge and her sister, so young and so brave, yet taken so soon. She does, however, have things to do. Liria is certain there is someone nearby to hear her, and she merely hopes she doesn't appear presumptuous when she stops at the border proper, and tilts her chin up.
"Greetings," Liria calls with a voice smooth as honey, though her tone is just enough to make her seem almost -- pretentious. She'd never been seen as anything more than a goddess, kind as she was to her charges, and so Liria had never really grown out of that way of speaking. Anything less would just let her charges down and give them a bad impression of the council, after all. "I am Liria, and I am here to ... ah, join, perhaps." Liria is not entirely sure what this place of nature and creatures is called, having merely been guided without a word. The lioness merely hopes that she doesn't end up offending any of the members by accident -- however familiar she may be with her own home's culture, she is well aware that it may be drastically different here, or maybe even just in small, little ways.
//whats up its god central over here and im in
[align=center]∞ they'll be really fucking sorry
Liria had payed the price for her meddling -- they couldn't strip her of her title or her powers, not at the price of the stability she provided. Ilivi was too kind to do such a thing, anyways -- Liria had seen the look of sadness in her superior's eyes, the complete understanding of Liria's entire person. That hadn't stopped the lioness from shipping her off, from taking away the excess. Liria trusted Ilivi's judgement, of course, but she simply didn't understand. There was nothing for her to learn by doing this, by sending her off from a culture so wildly different from Taoa's. This world had gods of their own, perhaps less widely known as she'd been in her own home, but they were certainly there. There was nothing to be gained from this venture except for a new, wild disregard for the council. (not that she'd cared much for her council, anyways -- the only other gods Liria could bring herself to respect were Liria and Byui, but the rest -- well, they'd hurt her charges, indirect as it may be, was there much else she could say?)
Even so -- Liria had a mission. A sentence, a punishment. Whatever it may be, Liria was determined to see it through, if only for her own honor, and by extension, her charges'. One paw after another, the massive lioness wades through the marsh water with all the grace and pride she still has intact. Nebula's death left her soul feeling drained and tired, seeing the little feline torn from her care so soon. It only happened yesterday, and under normal circumstances, Liria would allow herself time to grieve for her charge and her sister, so young and so brave, yet taken so soon. She does, however, have things to do. Liria is certain there is someone nearby to hear her, and she merely hopes she doesn't appear presumptuous when she stops at the border proper, and tilts her chin up.
"Greetings," Liria calls with a voice smooth as honey, though her tone is just enough to make her seem almost -- pretentious. She'd never been seen as anything more than a goddess, kind as she was to her charges, and so Liria had never really grown out of that way of speaking. Anything less would just let her charges down and give them a bad impression of the council, after all. "I am Liria, and I am here to ... ah, join, perhaps." Liria is not entirely sure what this place of nature and creatures is called, having merely been guided without a word. The lioness merely hopes that she doesn't end up offending any of the members by accident -- however familiar she may be with her own home's culture, she is well aware that it may be drastically different here, or maybe even just in small, little ways.
//whats up its god central over here and im in
[align=center]∞ they'll be really fucking sorry
[align=center]