#lovastian

[lovastian]

"Brother. I wish to speak with you."

"Make this quick, Brother, for I have important things to return to."

"Your humans are.. seemingly fighting one another."

"Well, yes. They do that, quite often, too."

"That is not what I mean, Brother. This is.. far more destructive than the fights you speak of. There are large groups of humans, using weapons to strike each other down, soaking this land in each other's blood, and for what? Surely, their issue did not need to escalate to this level."

"...Hm. Quite interesting, I suppose."

"And you will not be doing anything to protect your creations?"

"I shall not, Brother. I have much more important things to create instead of worrying about the humans."

"...So you are saying that you shall disregard your own creations as opposed to truly caring for them?"

"I am simply stating that I have priorities. Not that YOU would understand them."

"...I shall return to my duties now. Farewell, Brother. I shall see you when we next speak."

(lil ooc: Orange is Arcedes, Purple is Rametros!)

[lovastian]

Life was just as wonderful to make as Arcedes expected. It's created creatures, both great and small. It's made small critters with hundreds of legs that tap the ground as they scuttle about, and creatures with large wings that tower even over the largest of trees.

But it had gotten boring. All of them act the same. They eat, fight or run, have their spawn, and then inevitably perish. Rametros claims to have no say in that part, but it can't help but think he is lying.

It needs something greater than just this. Something that can function on more than just it's basic instincts, something that can think of its own ideas. Something that can create, like it. An idea hits its mind for the ultimate specimen, one created in its own divine image.

It places it on only two legs, and gives it two arms with long fingers to grasp and weave and hold. Its body is roughly like the primates he had made, but better. The brain was larger, capable of more complex thoughts, and the eyes curious even from birth. He'd made a small group of them, scattering them along the world to see where the best place for their thriving would be.

What it didn't expect was for it's beloved creature, made in its image, to destroy. It would create spears of stone and wood, and try to hunt the largest creature around them, not for food, but simply because they wanted to. The ones who could kill the largest being would gain status among their fellow groups.

It would watch it tear branches off of trees and attach a sharpened stone to the side to chop down other trees, simply to burn once they'd discovered the destructive heat of fire. It would even watch them fight between each other, for no reason other than they wanted to. It was so fascinated by this behavior.

It watched as one group of humans had a leader of some sort, one that had control of the food and water in a hot, sparse desert. It noted that the subjects of the leader were weaker than he was, skinnier too, and he was healthy. Yet they loved that ruler all the same. And as it watches these groups of humans expand and evolve, it can't help but wonder: did Rametros influence these creatures, too? Have they been cursed to show this sort of selfishness and greed? Surely this species made it Creation's own image couldn't possibly act this way without some sort of interference, right..?

[lovastian]

"Brother, come, there is something I must show you."

"Yes, brother? What is it you wish to show me?"

"This human right here. It's quite odd. I believe my dormant magic has combined with the creation of this human."

"..I see that. She seems to be.. changing shape. No other human has done this before, correct?"

"Correct, brother. I find this truly fascinating. I wonder what else could happen if I push my magic upon a human being born into the world.."

"...I do not believe that's a good idea, Brother."

"You never believe anything I do is a good idea. But see how well this planet has flourished, and know that I have yet to be wrong."

"But see how these humans shall treat her. No human has ever changed shape. No human can turn into a lizard and return to a human form in seconds. They will not respect her, or any others like her."

"Brother, I say this now, but I do not care about what the humans may think. To me, they are simply art pieces, things I can show off in all their glory. Perhaps you would understand if you were more like me."

"They are far more than art, though. These things breathe and act on their own, without any of our guidance. You fail to see the brilliance you have brought to the world."

"Silence, Brother. I must observe, to see where this may lead."

"..."

(as always, orange is Arcedes, Purple is Rametros!)

[lovastian]

Arcedes is unsure how it happened, but the humans are aware of its and its brothers existence. It watches the devoted ones build temples to share their love for its existence. They see rituals in place for burials, asking for rebirthing, to create a new body for that soul to travel to. It does not listen.

It watches those who build the temple speak of Rametros as though he were a force of evil, bent on ending the world. Those words spread like one of his brother's fires, raging and uncontrolled. Some choose not to believe, while some retreat to underground areas to perform sacrifices to Rametros. Creation still refuses to bat an eye at this.

Rametros, on the other hand, sees these humans plights, and does what he can, as destruction. He gives the dying humans a home in the shadows, joining in their eternal playing and partying. He does not listen to those sacrificing others in his honor, for that is not what he stands for.

He sees a small group of people in a forest, hearing them speak of Creation and Destruction acting as one, keeping a perfect balance on the world, and asking for guidance of some kind. An idea comes to Rametros, and so he finds himself at the shadows once more, watching as they wisp their way around, still as happy as they used to be.

"My friends. I come to you with a proposal. You shall be mobile, with new friends to play with, should they wish." Rametros says, his voice a whisper that still holds the power to send a tree toppling over. The shadows dance more excitedly, not opposed to the idea of more friends.

It lets a bit of its magic upon the earth, watching the shadows temporarily split apart, a large wisp flying around freely a bit before it's pointed to its targets: the group of people, speaking of balance, knowing that Destruction is not a force of evil, but a necessary part of this world. The shadow darts from shadow to shadow, and they begin to move as well, though much more subtly than the leaves.

It is not a perfect answer to the questions the people ask, but it is certainly better than nothing at all. The shadows now have friends, and the humans, a way to have their questions answered, to find histories and secrets long lost to the passage of time.

[lovastian]

It moved. Nobody has believed him yet, but he swears it moved. He stares at his shadow, which seemingly stares back, calm, almost taunting him. He sits there, silent, waiting for it to move, to twitch, to do anything. It sits there, too, just as quiet as he is.

And then it finally happens. He watches the shadow's finger twitch when his own were completely still. He doesn't know whether he should keep sitting there or celebrate or what. The others still won't believe him if he tries to explain it now...

He decided to try something. He raises a hand in a wave, and his shadow follows, a bit faster than his own hand. "Are you... Real? Or have I truly lost it?" He asks his own shadow, something he never thought he'd ever do. Of course, he gets no verbal response, but the shadows head twitches upwards slightly, in a sort of subtle nod.

The man can hardly contain his excitement, having discovered that his shadow is a living being in itself. "What are you?" He asks, only to be greeted with silence once more. He really should have thought about this before he decided to interrogate something with no mouth.

An idea comes to his mind, and he places a finger on the wall. He traces a symbol with his fingers, watching his shadow trail behind his own finger. Not that one. He tries another one, not that one either. On the 6th symbol, the shadow speeds it's finger up slightly. They do this until a word is formed: 'friend'.

"a friend... Do you have a name, dear friend?" The man asks the shadow. The shadow twitches it's finger forward, and the process begins again, trying symbol after symbol until the next word is found. 'Many.' the man nods slowly, thinking in silence for a long while.

A final question comes to his mind, and once again, he speaks to an empty room, asking his shadow one final thing: "Will you be willing to show my companions yourself?" He's greeted with a slight twitch upwards, followed by a finger twitch. For a third time, the process begins, ending with three words instead of one: 'show them friends.'

[lovastian]

"...Brother?"

"What, Brother?"

"Has it ever fascinated you that these creatures you have created are not aware that one day, their demise will come for them? Whether it be from my hand, or a byproduct of your own creations?"

"No. What fascinates me is how they interact. Like that one, right there. It has killed yet another creature to fuel its own existence. Was this by your own doing?"

"It was not, but that is indeed fascinating. That one is ripping the leaves off of that tree for a much similar reason. And with the energy that provides, it will fuel them to further populate our planet-"

"MY planet. You are to have no influence upon this place."

"Brother, as much as I wish for that to be the case, even the smallest of things need to balance, or else everything else in this realm will crumble apart. The universe is delicate, much more than you believe it to be."

"...You are correct, as much as I dislike admitting it. Just.. do NOT influence more than you must."

"I hardly do, my Brother."

(Ooc stuff: the purple is Rametros, the orange is Arcedes)

[lovastian]

Not quite Lovastian but still enough to announce here

I do in fact have an ask blog for a character who is in this universe but isn't in the canon writings yet, so uh.. if any of y'all wanna go ask him stuff it's @ask-amadeus-solis !!

However I am thinking of redoing it and letting it be an "ask characters from Lovastian lore" blog, but that's when more than these guys are officially canon. Perspective change coming soon guys I promise. How soon? No clue. But soon.

[lovastian]

It took Eons for the first thing to ever be destroyed, or perhaps longer. Perhaps shorter, even. Time had not yet been put into perspective by a living creature. Rametros had been seeing far too many of these giant rocks, 'planets', its brother called them. Drifting infinitely in one simple direction, never colliding despite how close they get. It was beautiful, and it was orderly, but it wasn't correct. These planets all looked unique, but they all had this same, spherical shape, and would only ever go in one direction, at the exact same speed, travelling with the expanding universe.

It had tried to consult its brother about it once, but Arcedes was nothing but stubborn about it.

"Brother," it had said, though it didn't say, at the same time. "Your planets are all headed towards one end of the universe."

"I am very aware of this. I quite enjoy watching them go into the beyond. It is wondrous, and I shall not change anything about this," The god of creation had said in response, it's voice causing the forever travelling stars to sparkle and split off into brand new stars.

"If you refuse to change your ways, then the universe behind you shall remain bare and empty, and that does not bring balance," Rametros had tried to argue, but it was clear it's other half was ignoring it, and so it decided to take action.

With a singular motion from a body that did not exist, the perfect planets began to crash into each other, the pieces spreading this way and that, creating the asteroids and meteors that spread out in all directions. Some of the planets orbited each other in perfect union, a dance that will remain unbroken.

It knew Arcedes would be angry, but it cares not, as it watches its own destruction create a new form of beauty, as more planets collide and orbit each other. Even the stars begin to drift about, joining the planets in their new, beautiful dance.