[PRP] Freedom breeds Curiousity (Ya x Valya)

[TheWishling]

Honestly, it was the first she'd really been able to venture away from the wandering Pride of Demons that her mother was so terribly attached to. At last, a chance to explore, to see what the world was like beyond the borders. Her wings spread wide, the glowing eyed Goddess was simply gliding above the plains, enjoying the warmth of the sun, and the curious goings on below her. It was in this flight that she sensed...something. Someone. Someone DIFFERENT. Someone that felt like Primitus, and her siblings. How odd. Snapping herself in that direction was easy enough...and then she saw him. He was...big. Wasn't he? Kind of like her. Like her brothers.

Landing near him, her head canted, and she circled once or twice. The long grasses were so ticklish against her fur, and the energy on him. What was he? It took a few moments before the adolescent decided to at last approach, without caution or care, just BEAMING. Whoever he was, he was INTERESTING, and smelled of influence. Was he a God? "I am Valya~. I could feel you from all the way over there." A gesture with her tail back towards where the pride was.

"What ARE you?"

Schicksalswende

 

[Schicksalswende]

Yâ had been lounging around in the Mortal Realm for quite some time. It was his domain, so to speak, being the God of Nomads. But semantics was not his specialty, and Yâ was not one to engage in it if he had the opportunity to leave. He often found that too many too it way too seriously. Or themselves, for that matter. So, with a big wide yawn, the large and heavily tattooed male lounged under a tree. Heedlessly aware yet unaware that his godliness had gotten someone else's attention. Merely stretching out his limbs as whatever or whoever had landed nearby. Hearing their footfalls and the swaying and crunching of the grass as the stranger circled around him. Once. Twice. Before stepping forward. Very close indeed, and with a youthfulness about them. The curiosity and happiness just dripped from the other's voice, that much was certain.

There was nary a twice or flutter from him, merely stillness. Before Yâ gave another big yawn and stretched out his large form as far as it could go.

" Better question, friend. What am I not? "

MaraRune