"Whoah what are you ?" Blinking with her big lashes.

"We are Zareb. What are you? Why are you in our tunnels?"

"I am Xan and what a magnificent Xan I am. These are your tunnels ? There very nice. Have you seen two beings trying to hide down here in your tunnels ?"

"We have not! Are there more of you...?!"

"Nope I am a one of a kind Xan."

Xan starts to spin around like them.

"Wow don't you get dizzy doing that ?"

"We do not. What are you, O Xan? You are not a Zareb, yet you can communicate. Why are you here? When will you leave?"

"Well two others I am trying to find but they are not Xan, one is AnBas, the other is the wonderous Lyric.  I think Lyric would like you she can fly and float like you. I am Xan and well I am a mammoth. I just wanted to see if they were here, but if none of you saw them they must be hiding some place else so I can go now. It was nice meeting you."

Xan trumpets on her trunk and trots back to the entrances of the caves. Hmmmmph !
Where can she be ?

AnBas's gentle approach to life and death is lost on Lyric, but they do not reach for a philosophical debate at present with their fellow deity. They merely refrain from smiting the Slitherkin.

13:41, Yesterday: Lyric rolled 9 using 2d6 with rolls of 4,5.  Oh yeah. I DID say I was gonna bless your not-as-cool-as-mine people..

Lyric watches the Slitherkin discovering the world for a little while before deciding on an appropriate blessing. They drag some sunlight out of the sky and cast it upon the Slitherkin, warming them as they pronounce (unheard to all but divine ears), The Lord of the Heavens blesses you, people shaped by the Deity of Endings. You will discover a treasure of great value, that will make your days happy.

Lyric wants to give them dancing, like the wind dances across the water--give that cobra grace an outlet and a purpose.

"...There are others," the first Zareb says to the other two.

"They seek," says the second Zareb.

"They hide," says the third Zareb.

"They think," says the second Zareb.

"We must prepare..." says the first Zareb.
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The Slitherkin hunt.

They move.

They use stealth.

They slide.

They strike.

They feed.

They... grow cold.

They hunt again.

They feed.

They grow cold.

They try attacking larger prey. Does feeding warm them?

No. Feeding is feeding. It is merely needed for life. It is the sun that warms them...

...And the hunt.

The movements of the hunt warm them. They do not feel the cooling of their blood while they hunt. The more smooth, skilled, graceful they are, the more it warms them.

The hunt, the kill-- but especially the dance before the kill-- these warm. They nourish. The sun seems to smile on them then.

The hunting movements of the Slitherkin become dancing, become ritual, become hypnotically graceful.

The dance provides food, and food provides life, but the dancing itself provides life, too.

The Dance of the Hunt becomes increasingly long and drawn-out (without actually leading to any chasing of fleet-footed prey-- unless it involves herding them where the hunter wants them to go)...

The Slitherkin come to value most highly those of their number who have mastered the mesmerizing Dance of the Hunt...
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Stomps out of the cave one her little mammoth legs and bugles on her trunk.

"ANBAS !!!"  LYRIC  NORIC."

Maybe they left me. Her eyes got big and shimmery.

"Ahhhh my eyes are raining !"

Noric, in his divine form, becomes aware of Xan's distress, and he leaves the scene of the Slitherkin's creation and development for a moment to go to the little mammothoid.

"I am here, Xan. AnBas has been creating new life, far from here. My sibling has just... blessed it."

"Noric !" She runs over and hugs him with her trunk.

"I was worried, I thought everyone was playing hide and seek with me and so I went looking for them and found these stone whirly winds. They didn't see anyone so I came back. I was kind of." She looks embarrassed, "Scared that you all abandoned me like my parents did."

"...Stone...? --We did not..." Noric sighs. "You are a goddess, Xan. If you resume your sacred form, you can find us easily. But... Stone whirlwinds...?" Noric uses his divine senses to look into the caves. "...I see..."

"Yes stone and they spin and spin. I don't know how they keep from being dizzy spinning like that. They were really curious about me."

"Oh, yeah I could change back but sometimes I really like a form I change into and being a Mammoth is really fun. I like my big ears, and my long nose, and I have four cool legs."

"Very interesting.  Thank you Lyric, on behalf of the Slitherkin, for your blessing. It was most generous."

Xan cries out for Lyric where Lyric’s (chosen, favored) people are. Xan cries out for Lyric under the open sky, in a place of rainbows and mists, of wing and wonder. Xan cries out for Lyric and Lyric — in their full divinity, as they currently are — feels it like an itch on the shoulderblade. Can’t quite get it. Busy blessing the Slitherkin, busy watching the Slitherkin discover their blessing. Busy with a general air of noblesse oblige, somewhat ruined by smugness, inclining their head to Anbas.

"I am known for my extreme generousity," the sky-deity says. "That's why I never let the Sun go for too long. The mortals seem to like it, don't they? Your people will be most interesting to watch."

A passing winged insect grabs Lyric's attention and Lyric drifts in the eddying air left in the insect's wake.

But Lyric feels like they have a taste for creating things now. After a moment's thought, Lyric says, "Fare well for now, Anbas. I have business elsewhere."

*nods* "Fair the well Lyric. Until we meet again." he smiles and takes off returning where Xan is at full speed.

Seeing AnBas arrive Xan trumpets and runs over hugging him with her trunk.

He gives her a pat on head. "Sorry, I was gone longer than I thought." *smiles* "Did you have fun?"

"I did, I even found some dizzy people !"

(If one changes form and gets 10 or higher on the roll, one can revert to one's normal divine form at will without rolling.

If one gets 9 or lower, there is some sort of penalty. (Sometimes the penalty is being stuck in your new form for a while, but not this time.)

You got another penalty (being scary beyond reason), so there would be no reason you could not drop the form at will and return to your normal divine form.)

OOC: Thank you GM :)  Also switching off Royalred, while I like the color, I am finding it hard to read.  So I apologize for any past eye strain

*smiles* "Dizzy people?  Where did you find them?"

"In the caves ! Though they live deep in there where it is pretty dark."

*smiles* "I see, I guess that is Noric's second creation.  We will have to visit them at some point."

"I apologize I was gone so long, but Lyric ask that I try to create a new race for her to bless."