QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Kianu (God of Ice, Winter, Hunt, and Preservation)
Wonderfully…revolting?
It was the first time she heard such contradictory words used to describe her and Kianu wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It certainly didn’t sound like the eight legged-deity was trying to insult her…and yet it kind of did at the same time. Cold as she was, Kianu liked to think she wasn’t very prone to burst of temper like Mawlock seemed to be, always attempting to maintain a level of glacial, queenly dignity—as the ruler of a castle should—so she didn’t take his assessment of her appearance to heart. Besides, his words got her thinking.
Why?
Why was her appearance the way she was? Why did she like the things she did? Why did she come to the newly born planet, bring with her 3 Ice Maidens and the gift of Winter? “…Because I can, I suppose… Because I am a God.”
The eight-legged diety’s voice sounded genuinely curious, so Kianu continued talking. Unlike Zexzad who randomly barged into her castle to give her a new creation of his, or Mawlock who requested that she ‘teach’ some of his mischievous creations as if there was something wrong with them, he didn’t try to impose anything thoughts or ideals on her. He was curious about her and simply asked her question—a rather insightful one at that. “When I was born from a void of nothing—somewhere further from the others—I simply knew things. I don’t know how I knew them. I don’t know why. My powers came to be intuitively. I didn’t even have to learn to use them. I wanted somewhere to rest my feet, so a rock of Ice appeared beneath me. I wanted to make a castle, to shape things, and so I did. It was as if my powers of ice were begging to be used—to be expressed. Perhaps my wants are simply a manifestation of my powers. Perhaps, I, myself, am simply a manifestation of my powers rather than my powers being manifested by me?”
Kianu shrugged. “I don’t actually know…but I gave myself this form because I thought it was beautiful. I made friends for myself because I was lonely,” The Ice Maidens who she made in her likeness. She wanted someone to talk to. Someone to ‘serve’ her. To do the things she wanted. To play with her. “I learned a lot from them.” They were wise because she made them to be…though…rather than wise…it was more like they had a lot of thoughts. Ideas. Desires. She gave them the freedom to think, unlike Ice Golems—who were simply moving husks of Ice—because they would’ve just bored her otherwise.
She made them able to live by eating ‘snow’ and ‘ice’ because that was all her powers generally manifested as. She made them able to reproduce, without ‘mating’ because ‘maidens’ were supposed to be pure. However, one of them wanted to ‘love’ so she made them able to mate with a male of any species—regardless of the kind. They gave her ideas, some she adopted, some she didn’t. In many ways, they made her who she was just like she made them who they were. She didn’t know where they got the idea from of ‘love’ from, but it was most likely Syrion. She’d been able to hear other voices like herself in the distance of the void, voices of gods, for as long as she could remember…so she wouldn’t be surprised if they could as well. She wouldn’t be surprised if some of them—wittingly or unwittingly—influenced their thoughts.
Perhaps they too made her what she was. Perhaps it was their voices that influenced her thoughts.
Who was born first? Who was born last? She didn’t know…and she couldn’t say she cared one way or another. Paying attention to too many voices gave her a headache so she painted in seclusion...but she only had one color. Then one day, she’d heard the voices convene together to paint upon a blank canvas…and it sounded like a lot of fun…so she took 3 Ice Maidens with her and joined them…sort of. She supposed even now she was secluding herself somewhat by remaining Everfrost. She knew they each created realms of their own…but it was hard deviating from what she was used to. She liked her castle of Ice. Given their mutual elements, she could only imagine that the merged realm of Mawlock and L’Oria to be a fiery pit of uncomfortable. Her powers didn’t like heat. She wouldn’t die from it. Nothing could kill a being like herself…but she didn’t like it…so the cold moved away from heat whenever possible.
Why? Kianu could only guess.
Perhaps the one who seemed to know everything—Unry—knew…but she hadn’t even spoken to him since she had stepped foot into this yet unnamed planet. No. That wasn’t right. Some of the other creations had already started naming the planet in their own languages…or at least, the ones in the Frostlands did. Sey, who loved the name she was given, called the planet ‘Wisteria’. She taught Bihorn that the planet was called ‘Wisteria’. Bihorn taught his children. Thus, to the occupants of the Frostlands, the planet created by the gods was called ‘Wisteria’.
Kianu was completely fine with that…because she herself was running out names to give things. If she were completely honest, names weren’t all that important to her…but Sey liked names…so Kianu would give things names. Whether or not the other gods agreed with her or not that names were important didn’t particularly matter to her…as they probably all had their own ideals and ideas…but it only made sense to her that the ones that played the most part in the creation of the world got to name it…just as it made sense to her that the divine/immortals stayed in their own realms…and the mortals say in theirs. That was how Kianu thought. It wasn’t fair to test mortals on the same scale as immortals…and so long as the immortals continued to walk the planet, the mortals could never rule.
Not that they could ever truly rule…because if there was one concept that Kianu adopted, it was the strong live and we weak die. She’d seen it in the Frostlands when she left them alone. To her, it’d been nothing more than an experiment. A test. She watched them forget or ignore what Bihorn told them and abused strengths to overhunt and deplete the Frostlands. They thought she favored them. They thought she’d simply make more for them…but why make more when they’d only repeat the same mistakes? So she punished them—just like she’d punished Azorf’s descendants.
For it was only through suffering that one could understand the suffering of others—desperate struggles that gave way to strength. That was the purpose of winter. That was what her powers wanted.
She and Mawlock had completely different values. She wouldn’t have removed the scars. A life of suffering wasn’t a life of ‘waste’ in her eyes. It was a life that proved strength. She smirked. But what he did was fine. They all had their roles in the world. Her girls (or at least Falma, Sey, and Ysmir) didn’t really know it, but whenever or wherever they used her powers, she could hear them. See them. Whatever they did. Whenever they misbehaved. Hear their thoughts as if they were her own. Wherever they left traces of Winter Magic, she could sense. She felt them drawing from her as a source …and she let them…because it made them all the more easier to keep track of…and she never told them…because if they knew, they would stop using it.
It was her gift to mortals whom she liked…but also how she connected to others. How she came to understand them…and because she knew they loved her unconditionally…she ended up spoiling them a bit.
She didn’t want them to filter themselves in front of her…too much at least.
“I came to this planet with three Ice Maidens…which I’ve called Wisteria…because I was bored. I gave them the gift of Winter because I wanted to. I’m a seasonal god…and…to be honest…the only realm I rule is my castle, where I’ve built my connection to this planet, divine realm within it, and the plot of land surrounding it which I’ve claimed as my territory…though it’s mostly used as a hunting ground…so I can’t say I really rule it…”
To be a ruler required people. It required her to command and lead them…but she didn’t really lead. It wasn’t as if she wanted their respect or worship either. She didn’t care whether they do or they didn’t…or what they thought of her really. As a goddess, the Kianu did what she wanted. The Frost Giants worshipped her because Sey taught them to…because they were the descendants of her servant. She punished Azorf because he annoyed her, stole the gifts given to her, and injured she someone she rather liked in the process—a priestess she’d given Winter Magic to…whom she’d connected to and understood the feelings of. Instead of extinguishing his line then and there, she gave it a chance to live in suffering. She wanted to see whether Azorfs descendants, despite their weakened bodies and small size in the Frostlands—where Giants and Ice Wyverns roamed—would choose a life of suffering or peace in death.
They chose life…but one away from the cold.
Granted, Kianu only gave them such a choice because she wanted the jewels Azorf promised her. Why? Why did gods need a reason for anything? Because they sounded beautiful and because she wanted them. She didn’t like giving without getting anything in return. Too many prayers annoyed her. Mawlock might like being a busy body, but she didn’t. The more she had to protect, the more she had to lose. It became a weakness…just like she’d used Xanthos’s weakness against him and got him to work under her. There were a lot of other ways she could’ve handled it, but she chose to test the weaker deity instead. Winter was her test to mortals. Her gift. Whether they saw it as a gift or not was up to them. “My subjects are the ones who choose to be. I offer my protection to those that please me and hunt down the things I don’t like. That’s the kind of goddess I am.”
She could feel when Falma returned to her castle, having completed her task.
Then Sey.
Then Ysmir.
Then Xanthos.
Those were her subjects…oh, and the Winter elf that followed her with a brush as well. She made them to be Everfrost’s main caretakers…so they were good at cleaning…and cooking…and serving…and other menial tasks. The humans Mawlock brought to her felt more like forced ‘guests’ than anything else. She didn’t want them to disturb the Frostlands so she kept them in her Immortal castle, meant for immortals. It was simple as that. Since Mawlock requested that she ‘teach’ them, she would, but not necessarily in the way that he wanted. “If you wish to find entertainment, I hear some horse-like mortals are fighting amongst themselves in the Eastern continent…” Assuming that was sort of thing the eight-legged deity enjoyed watching. “Some gods I’ve seen like to travel the land and learn more about world, choosing to live amongst the mortals, and the creatures inhabiting it.” Or they just enjoyed traveling. Kianu didn’t. She was perfectly content to watch the mortals interact from the comfort of Everfrost castle…though that might change if she was bored enough. The Ice Maidens told her some interesting tales. Wherever they used Winter Magic or brought her gift of Winter, she was able to watch as well. She hunted whenever she felt like stretching her legs, but honestly, she was starting to grow a little bored of that as well since most mortals weren’t very challenging hunts—at all, really. With the wolf god working under her, and her promise to him, she’d refrain from hunting the wolves. The realm which housed souls…the one created by the god Ninuzid was disappearing anyway. How? Why? Who could guess? But with no place to hold the souls, they would be forced to wander the world until picked up by gods like Vitis.
She herself picked up a couple in the Frostlands—since she was the cause of their death via hunting—and preserved them in Everfrost Castle…but honestly that was something creator gods like them would have to figure out. That or just let souls continue to wander aimlessly…which could be entertaining to watch she supposed. Did souls that wander around for long enough, unprotected or unclaimed by a god, simply cease to exist? Did they just run out of energy and fade away? Or would they fill the world until it was crowded with dead souls…given how easily mortals were killing each other left and right? “Though, if you wish to learn of the history of this world the quickest way, I’d suggest visiting the Eternal Archives, which the goddess Runa rules. She has everything written down there…” Kianu shrugged. “Or Unry who seems to know many things. He's recently created a realm of his own.”
She'd noticed the gates that randomly started appearing the mortal realm. Whether the mortals noticed it or not, whether they acquired some godly knowledge, was up to their luck. Kianu didn't feel the need to interfere.
She summoned the gates of Everfrost Castle, which was only visible to those who possessed divine sight…those blessed with it…or those she allowed to see it. “Since you’ve come all this way, you are also welcome to stay at my palace as a guest and learn about your abilities there if you wish.” Xanthos had been a prisoner because he attacked her, rebelling against the everlasting winter of the Frostlands, but she didn’t generally make it a habit to keep gods against their will. Her general policy was to not bother other gods unless they bothered her…though there were exceptions at times. A hunter like herself didn’t have any problems tracking down what they wanted to locate…whether it be mortal, god, or otherwise. She just never really had a reason to yet. “I’ve got a 100-year-old wolf deity to show the godly ropes as well.”
And five humans.
She was still figuring out a way to ‘teach’ them without changing who they were. For a god like herself, it was a simple enough matter to make them civilized…but…as strange as they were…she thought they were amusing in their own way. There wasn’t something inherently wrong with liking pain. Liking to fight. Even wanting to beat their creator in a brawl. It was…unique…and Kianu liked unique things. "But, regardless of where you choose to go, it was pleasure to meet you, Eight-Legged God. My name is Kianu, Queen of Everfrost Castle."
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Wonderfully…revolting?
It was the first time she heard such contradictory words used to describe her and Kianu wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It certainly didn’t sound like the eight legged-deity was trying to insult her…and yet it kind of did at the same time. Cold as she was, Kianu liked to think she wasn’t very prone to burst of temper like Mawlock seemed to be, always attempting to maintain a level of glacial, queenly dignity—as the ruler of a castle should—so she didn’t take his assessment of her appearance to heart. Besides, his words got her thinking.
Why?
Why was her appearance the way she was? Why did she like the things she did? Why did she come to the newly born planet, bring with her 3 Ice Maidens and the gift of Winter? “…Because I can, I suppose… Because I am a God.”
The eight-legged diety’s voice sounded genuinely curious, so Kianu continued talking. Unlike Zexzad who randomly barged into her castle to give her a new creation of his, or Mawlock who requested that she ‘teach’ some of his mischievous creations as if there was something wrong with them, he didn’t try to impose anything thoughts or ideals on her. He was curious about her and simply asked her question—a rather insightful one at that. “When I was born from a void of nothing—somewhere further from the others—I simply knew things. I don’t know how I knew them. I don’t know why. My powers came to be intuitively. I didn’t even have to learn to use them. I wanted somewhere to rest my feet, so a rock of Ice appeared beneath me. I wanted to make a castle, to shape things, and so I did. It was as if my powers of ice were begging to be used—to be expressed. Perhaps my wants are simply a manifestation of my powers. Perhaps, I, myself, am simply a manifestation of my powers rather than my powers being manifested by me?”
Kianu shrugged. “I don’t actually know…but I gave myself this form because I thought it was beautiful. I made friends for myself because I was lonely,” The Ice Maidens who she made in her likeness. She wanted someone to talk to. Someone to ‘serve’ her. To do the things she wanted. To play with her. “I learned a lot from them.” They were wise because she made them to be…though…rather than wise…it was more like they had a lot of thoughts. Ideas. Desires. She gave them the freedom to think, unlike Ice Golems—who were simply moving husks of Ice—because they would’ve just bored her otherwise.
She made them able to live by eating ‘snow’ and ‘ice’ because that was all her powers generally manifested as. She made them able to reproduce, without ‘mating’ because ‘maidens’ were supposed to be pure. However, one of them wanted to ‘love’ so she made them able to mate with a male of any species—regardless of the kind. They gave her ideas, some she adopted, some she didn’t. In many ways, they made her who she was just like she made them who they were. She didn’t know where they got the idea from of ‘love’ from, but it was most likely Syrion. She’d been able to hear other voices like herself in the distance of the void, voices of gods, for as long as she could remember…so she wouldn’t be surprised if they could as well. She wouldn’t be surprised if some of them—wittingly or unwittingly—influenced their thoughts.
Perhaps they too made her what she was. Perhaps it was their voices that influenced her thoughts.
Who was born first? Who was born last? She didn’t know…and she couldn’t say she cared one way or another. Paying attention to too many voices gave her a headache so she painted in seclusion...but she only had one color. Then one day, she’d heard the voices convene together to paint upon a blank canvas…and it sounded like a lot of fun…so she took 3 Ice Maidens with her and joined them…sort of. She supposed even now she was secluding herself somewhat by remaining Everfrost. She knew they each created realms of their own…but it was hard deviating from what she was used to. She liked her castle of Ice. Given their mutual elements, she could only imagine that the merged realm of Mawlock and L’Oria to be a fiery pit of uncomfortable. Her powers didn’t like heat. She wouldn’t die from it. Nothing could kill a being like herself…but she didn’t like it…so the cold moved away from heat whenever possible.
Why? Kianu could only guess.
Perhaps the one who seemed to know everything—Unry—knew…but she hadn’t even spoken to him since she had stepped foot into this yet unnamed planet. No. That wasn’t right. Some of the other creations had already started naming the planet in their own languages…or at least, the ones in the Frostlands did. Sey, who loved the name she was given, called the planet ‘Wisteria’. She taught Bihorn that the planet was called ‘Wisteria’. Bihorn taught his children. Thus, to the occupants of the Frostlands, the planet created by the gods was called ‘Wisteria’.
Kianu was completely fine with that…because she herself was running out names to give things. If she were completely honest, names weren’t all that important to her…but Sey liked names…so Kianu would give things names. Whether or not the other gods agreed with her or not that names were important didn’t particularly matter to her…as they probably all had their own ideals and ideas…but it only made sense to her that the ones that played the most part in the creation of the world got to name it…just as it made sense to her that the divine/immortals stayed in their own realms…and the mortals say in theirs. That was how Kianu thought. It wasn’t fair to test mortals on the same scale as immortals…and so long as the immortals continued to walk the planet, the mortals could never rule.
Not that they could ever truly rule…because if there was one concept that Kianu adopted, it was the strong live and we weak die. She’d seen it in the Frostlands when she left them alone. To her, it’d been nothing more than an experiment. A test. She watched them forget or ignore what Bihorn told them and abused strengths to overhunt and deplete the Frostlands. They thought she favored them. They thought she’d simply make more for them…but why make more when they’d only repeat the same mistakes? So she punished them—just like she’d punished Azorf’s descendants.
For it was only through suffering that one could understand the suffering of others—desperate struggles that gave way to strength. That was the purpose of winter. That was what her powers wanted.
She and Mawlock had completely different values. She wouldn’t have removed the scars. A life of suffering wasn’t a life of ‘waste’ in her eyes. It was a life that proved strength. She smirked. But what he did was fine. They all had their roles in the world. Her girls (or at least Falma, Sey, and Ysmir) didn’t really know it, but whenever or wherever they used her powers, she could hear them. See them. Whatever they did. Whenever they misbehaved. Hear their thoughts as if they were her own. Wherever they left traces of Winter Magic, she could sense. She felt them drawing from her as a source …and she let them…because it made them all the more easier to keep track of…and she never told them…because if they knew, they would stop using it.
It was her gift to mortals whom she liked…but also how she connected to others. How she came to understand them…and because she knew they loved her unconditionally…she ended up spoiling them a bit.
She didn’t want them to filter themselves in front of her…too much at least.
“I came to this planet with three Ice Maidens…which I’ve called Wisteria…because I was bored. I gave them the gift of Winter because I wanted to. I’m a seasonal god…and…to be honest…the only realm I rule is my castle, where I’ve built my connection to this planet, divine realm within it, and the plot of land surrounding it which I’ve claimed as my territory…though it’s mostly used as a hunting ground…so I can’t say I really rule it…”
To be a ruler required people. It required her to command and lead them…but she didn’t really lead. It wasn’t as if she wanted their respect or worship either. She didn’t care whether they do or they didn’t…or what they thought of her really. As a goddess, the Kianu did what she wanted. The Frost Giants worshipped her because Sey taught them to…because they were the descendants of her servant. She punished Azorf because he annoyed her, stole the gifts given to her, and injured she someone she rather liked in the process—a priestess she’d given Winter Magic to…whom she’d connected to and understood the feelings of. Instead of extinguishing his line then and there, she gave it a chance to live in suffering. She wanted to see whether Azorfs descendants, despite their weakened bodies and small size in the Frostlands—where Giants and Ice Wyverns roamed—would choose a life of suffering or peace in death.
They chose life…but one away from the cold.
Granted, Kianu only gave them such a choice because she wanted the jewels Azorf promised her. Why? Why did gods need a reason for anything? Because they sounded beautiful and because she wanted them. She didn’t like giving without getting anything in return. Too many prayers annoyed her. Mawlock might like being a busy body, but she didn’t. The more she had to protect, the more she had to lose. It became a weakness…just like she’d used Xanthos’s weakness against him and got him to work under her. There were a lot of other ways she could’ve handled it, but she chose to test the weaker deity instead. Winter was her test to mortals. Her gift. Whether they saw it as a gift or not was up to them. “My subjects are the ones who choose to be. I offer my protection to those that please me and hunt down the things I don’t like. That’s the kind of goddess I am.”
She could feel when Falma returned to her castle, having completed her task.
Then Sey.
Then Ysmir.
Then Xanthos.
Those were her subjects…oh, and the Winter elf that followed her with a brush as well. She made them to be Everfrost’s main caretakers…so they were good at cleaning…and cooking…and serving…and other menial tasks. The humans Mawlock brought to her felt more like forced ‘guests’ than anything else. She didn’t want them to disturb the Frostlands so she kept them in her Immortal castle, meant for immortals. It was simple as that. Since Mawlock requested that she ‘teach’ them, she would, but not necessarily in the way that he wanted. “If you wish to find entertainment, I hear some horse-like mortals are fighting amongst themselves in the Eastern continent…” Assuming that was sort of thing the eight-legged deity enjoyed watching. “Some gods I’ve seen like to travel the land and learn more about world, choosing to live amongst the mortals, and the creatures inhabiting it.” Or they just enjoyed traveling. Kianu didn’t. She was perfectly content to watch the mortals interact from the comfort of Everfrost castle…though that might change if she was bored enough. The Ice Maidens told her some interesting tales. Wherever they used Winter Magic or brought her gift of Winter, she was able to watch as well. She hunted whenever she felt like stretching her legs, but honestly, she was starting to grow a little bored of that as well since most mortals weren’t very challenging hunts—at all, really. With the wolf god working under her, and her promise to him, she’d refrain from hunting the wolves. The realm which housed souls…the one created by the god Ninuzid was disappearing anyway. How? Why? Who could guess? But with no place to hold the souls, they would be forced to wander the world until picked up by gods like Vitis.
She herself picked up a couple in the Frostlands—since she was the cause of their death via hunting—and preserved them in Everfrost Castle…but honestly that was something creator gods like them would have to figure out. That or just let souls continue to wander aimlessly…which could be entertaining to watch she supposed. Did souls that wander around for long enough, unprotected or unclaimed by a god, simply cease to exist? Did they just run out of energy and fade away? Or would they fill the world until it was crowded with dead souls…given how easily mortals were killing each other left and right? “Though, if you wish to learn of the history of this world the quickest way, I’d suggest visiting the Eternal Archives, which the goddess Runa rules. She has everything written down there…” Kianu shrugged. “Or Unry who seems to know many things. He's recently created a realm of his own.”
She'd noticed the gates that randomly started appearing the mortal realm. Whether the mortals noticed it or not, whether they acquired some godly knowledge, was up to their luck. Kianu didn't feel the need to interfere.
She summoned the gates of Everfrost Castle, which was only visible to those who possessed divine sight…those blessed with it…or those she allowed to see it. “Since you’ve come all this way, you are also welcome to stay at my palace as a guest and learn about your abilities there if you wish.” Xanthos had been a prisoner because he attacked her, rebelling against the everlasting winter of the Frostlands, but she didn’t generally make it a habit to keep gods against their will. Her general policy was to not bother other gods unless they bothered her…though there were exceptions at times. A hunter like herself didn’t have any problems tracking down what they wanted to locate…whether it be mortal, god, or otherwise. She just never really had a reason to yet. “I’ve got a 100-year-old wolf deity to show the godly ropes as well.”
And five humans.
She was still figuring out a way to ‘teach’ them without changing who they were. For a god like herself, it was a simple enough matter to make them civilized…but…as strange as they were…she thought they were amusing in their own way. There wasn’t something inherently wrong with liking pain. Liking to fight. Even wanting to beat their creator in a brawl. It was…unique…and Kianu liked unique things. "But, regardless of where you choose to go, it was pleasure to meet you, Eight-Legged God. My name is Kianu, Queen of Everfrost Castle."
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