#actually godkin

[godpaws]

I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings. I miss my wings.

[depressedquetzal]

Is a deity which keeps to themself worth their power? Is a god who lives in their own corner of the multiverse, rarely communicating with other deities, worthy of being worshipped? Is a Lord who interacts with humans all the time, hardly ever visiting those like themself, never feeling a true, lasting connection with anyone, worth being loved? Is a deity who cares so deeply, but only in small, fleeting instances, deserving of the sacrifices they ask of those under their care?

[gremory-has-things-to-do]

Should I remind you, Traveler, to drink water? After all, your vessel must be as taken care of as your soul.

[hollowfearg]

Do you ever think, I created myself

a poem about god hood.

Do you ever think, I created myself?

Shaped within the stars I called home

In between the places of known and unknown 

I was made a vessel, a man, a creature without a soul

So when it was time for my birth, I was sat down in the catacombs 

The gods circled me, and each gave birth, to a animal, a spirt, 

They stripped me of my human soul, and gave birth anew

Except for one, one from somewhere new

A planets god, from thousands of years away

Wept as its star that fuelled it was dying 

And in a final attempt to make right

Gave me the soul of a follower

And the soul of the god it followed.

So I sit now

In a room full of mortals

Worshipping gods that have been chalked up as myths

I almost forgot how I was once one of them

I was once moonlara’s

Once.

Do you, reader. Do you think, I created myself.

Born from star string and power

Born from death and devour 

Do you? Do you.

Do you reader, know what it’s like, to sit and saunter through a world, that is not your own.

To have lost your followers all except for one.

Do you. Dear reader, miss your godhood?

Because I do. I miss my godhood.

[devoureroflight]

A break from the Heavens’ upheaval. A respite, a chance for leisure. One must relish this unforeseen circumstance.

This human, mortal body will have to do, One supposes.

[whatsleftofthevessel]

Who up browsing a spin off from their book. I- Why do they get the face right. It's intresting how a spin off from a books about people about a god still stay true to the source.

[godpaws]

I can feel myself so bristled. Everything is on edge, and won’t calm down. My tail is a mess, wrapped half around me. I can’t lie down, I can’t be comfortable. I sit here upright, my ears pinned to my head. I just don’t want to deal with feeling like this anymore. I want to go home.

[godpaws]

Wearing both my tails and some special jewelry outside. I honestly wish I could remember and design something for specifically me. Crosses are lovely, but encapsulate something I do not partake in. Then again, those who trusted in and prayed to me, I am not sure what their denomination was, if any at all. I am not of a specific one, which makes it hard to represent my Godhood in something physical. I hope, as time goes on, I will design and fall in love with a symbol for myself, to wear.