#chiryess

[wyvernslovecake]

[This is all based on the line from the mural: “The slaves made a wish. And the God of the Sun appeared. But the God of the Earth became enraged.” Which I am choosing to interpret Earth doesn’t like the idea of gods and mortals mixing company.]

Fuznatr: OF ALL THE RECKLESS BEHAVIOUR! DO YOU REALIZE THE MORTALS COULD HAVE SEEN YOU?!

Nika: They were asking me to come party with them! Why are you getting your fissures in a frenzy Fuz?

Fuznatr: We were meant to be felt and never seen. The divine and the mundane must be separate.

Nika: 🙄🙄 Whatever

Fuznatr: DO NOT WHATEVER ME NIKA! DO YOU SEE ANYONE ELSE INTERFERING WITH MORTAL LIVES LIKE THAT!

Duelua: *mixing something* Oh welcome back dear- Oh Fuznatr! You’re here too!

Fuznatr: *sniffs air* Duelua what are you mixing?

Duelua: …Food?

Fuznatr: Really? Because it’s smells like 35L of water, 20kg of carbon, 4L of ammonia, 1.5kg of lime, 800g of phosphorus, 250g of salt, 100g of saltpeter, 80g of sulfur, 7.5g of fluorine, 5g of iron, 3g of silicon and trace amounts of 15 other elements! As in all the ingredients necessary for making humans! ARE YOU MAKING HUMANS?!

Duelua: Of course not! That'd be ridiculous!

Fuznatr: Good, at least someone realizes-

Duelua: I’ve decided to make an entire new race of winged mortals in my image!

Fuznatr: …Tell me you jest.

Duelua: I never jest, you know that.

Fuznatr: 💢💢 YOU CAN'T JUST MAKE A NEW RACE BECAUSE YOU FEEL LIKE IT! DO YOU SEE ANYONE ELSE DOING SOMETHING SO BRAZEN AND RECKLESS-

Umi: Duelua My Angel! Your recipe was flawless! Behold, the true people of the sea: The Fishman!

Duelua/Nika: *oohing and ahhing*

Fuznatr: IS THERE ANY OTHER DIVINE SOULS JUST CREATING BEINGS WILLY-NILLY?! SPEAK NOW!!

Lappa: 😑😑 Do not set your gaze upon me. I have done nothing.

Fuznatr: and thank Us for that.

Chiryess: *opens closed palms to reveal a dwarf* I call them Tontattas :)

Fuzantr is a god of principles and one of those principles means you never mix your rice with your egg yolk or your steamed vegetables because once you do, then it's impossible to get them apart again and you're left with something completely unrecognizable that could spell disaster! Something something, human and divinity metaphor.

But SOME gods, not naming any names, like to play fast and loose with these things and create a big ol headache for the rest of the universe!

Why couldn't the Earth just stay molten with high concentrations of minerals and toxic gas? Fuzantr liked when the Earth was molten with high concentrations of minerals and toxic gas. Things were simple then. Peaceful, even. But no, the Earth just cannot have nice things apparently.

The fact that you listed all the chemical components making up a human in Duelua's recipe is nothing short of phenomenal! I keep picturing her whipping up new species to the tune of the Cook It By The Book while Fuzantr screams in the background. Naturally this means Nika fulfils the role of Lil Jon while shaking his sunshiney booty.

And the everyone showing up to the Divine Potluck with their own new humanoids on top of that. 🤣🤣 Fuzantr's just jealous.

[cryingpariah]

Legend posits that fruit wanis came to be when a mortal named Sobetes who loved the taste of fruit more than anything found an orchard full of all his favorites and hoarded it viciously, terrorizing anyone who so much as came near the fruit trees and hoarding everything for himself.

The forest god Chiryess could see how unhappy the birds, bees, and bats were at not being able to pollinate, and how hungry the other forest animals were becoming. So he went to confront Sobetes and bade him to share the fruit so that the woods should not suffer for his greed.

Sobetes, irritated at his feasting being interrupted and knowing Chiryess was a cowardly god whose works were that of nature and not the ways of warriors, showed his complete disregard by grabbing hold of Chiryess's arm and biting into it as hard as he could. Crying out in pain, Chiryess galloped away into the trees and Sobek thought the matter settled.

But as soon as Chiryess's wound was dressed with leaves, his wrath was swiftly brought down upon the greedy mortal. The forest god's blood dripping down Sobetes's jaws began to warp him painfully. His flesh grew bumpy and scaly, his limbs squat and useless for grabbing, and the jaws which he brutishly dug into Chiryess's flesh elongated with his teeth growing sharp and pointed like mountain peaks.

No longer could he climb the trees or take hold of his beloved fruit, a likeness of which had been placed atop his head forever out of reach. When he fled to the ocean in distress, the sea kings mocked him viciously for his corpulent new form and folly against the gods.

Sobetes has never forgotten their cruelty and is equally bitter towards the plant-eaters who easily dine on the sweet fruit which has been lost to him. Thus he and his descendants are meat-eaters and the natural enemy of sea kings to this very day.

Only the plover bird took pity on Sobetes for his fate and this is why wanis allow them to pick their teeth clean without so much as a nip to their tail feathers.

The axe forgets but the tree remembers. It’s a phrase that often accompanied the legend or at least it did whenever Crocodile was told it. His father had a particular love for it, telling the caution tale to scare his spawn. Told him that is what happens when little upstarts like take what was never theirs. A young Crocodile developed a great fear for the forest.

The axe forgets but the tree remembers. Crocodile always volunteers to chop up the gathered firewood, to the point that Whitebeard has to sit him down each time to pluck out splinters. The captain was by no means a proper believer but he did try to tell other stories of the forest god, their nobility and character. Crocodile shut his eyes tightly closed everytime.

The axe forgets but the tree remembers. He’s running through the forest now, bullets ripping through bushes and vines. His fear clouds his sense of direction long after evading his captors , causing him to stumble on a root. The tumble was short but Crocodile was sure he was in heaven now, what else could be so beautiful? He spots a cluster of mushrooms, his favourite and picks them. The exit to the woods comes to him with ease.

The axe forgets but the tree remembers. Crocodile gracefully winds between tree trunks and nimbly avoids crushing flowers underfoot. His scarred hand intertwined with another. His grin is devilish as his lover takes in the sight of the forest at midnight, the flowers are giant and blooming with glow as they illuminating the path. His chest heaves with load bearing laughter as they race from flora to flora, landing on the center of the last one with a pollen spraying thud. He claims his prize.

Maybe the axe forgets but the tree remembers.

Maybe the axe never let the tree forget because it knew that’s all the tree ever wanted, it took sadistic glee in keeping the memory alive.

Maybe the tree was old now, with saplings of his own, saplings he knows he can’t forever protect from axes…but he could help fortify their hearts and minds so that the cutting blade will break at that first swing.