[we meet again - OC]
some experimental art of my beloved,
OC´S the kitsune one is Minze
the girl is Tara

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[we meet again - OC]
some experimental art of my beloved,
OC´S the kitsune one is Minze
the girl is Tara
Snom (pokesona)
A long time ago, before my corruption and subsequent long slumber, I was allied with a human tribe.. I believe they were in a coastal area of Africa? I am not exactly sure. There are no signs of them that I can see since Awakening. Not even ruins, but time does erase so much. They were a peaceful group of dark-skinned humans that I watched over. They thought of me as the God of the Sea, and during Midsummer they would throw a special celebration, believing that my favor would bring them bountiful fishing throughout the year. They brought me one of their finest cattle as a sacrifice. There was a great feast, with singing and dancing and laughing. They even built a stone pedestal for me to sit on, and when I did they all seemed very excited about it. I took notice of many statues of my likeness being crafted. It was a long time ago, so they weren’t as advanced as humans today, but they had agriculture, raised livestock, and had a rich and colorful culture. All in all, I found it very enjoyable. I would get something other than fish and squid to eat, and after their celebrations I would take my smaller size and interact with them directly. At the time, I had an amulet that allowed my power to not overwhealm them. I don’t know what became of them when I was corrupted... but many of the dealings of the cult that was active during my slumber remind me of their celebrations, albeit in a twisted, dark and dangerous shadow of what they once were.
It went from cooking a large cow in a pit and giving me the warm, fragrant and well-seasoned meat to sacrificing living humans as if their blood would appease me. So many innocent lives lost, because of them. I find that rather sad that the innocent village who worshiped me as their God of the Sea, twisted into a dangerous cult that only served to further my terrible reputation. I feel responsible for them, even if my corruption, and theirs, was not ever in my intentions.
Lineness