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@zodiacgcds-moved
In the time before times, there were the gods. Twelve beings of immense power that lived side by side with humanity. They were worshipped, honored, revered. Humans would pray to them for desired skills, traits, and wants.
But someone betrayed the gods. Cast them into the dark and turned them into stars. Now they’ve finally returned.
But the gods don’t forget. And some don’t forgive.
THE ZODIAC GODS
RULES UNDER THE CUT
@bdkrp
GEMINI
their wings beat in time with the wind. the air is sweet here, despite the cold. places like this lie in their brother's domain, but for now they seek the chill and the isolation the northern boarders bring.
the snowfall dances across the membranes of their wings, mixing and melting with the constellations etched there like a scar. a reminder of what was lost. nostrils flare, letting the ice seep into their lungs before they swoop low, bank past an iced over pond, and land.
gemini enjoys quiet times like this, away from the bickering and bellowing of their kin.
the pale god settles next to the pond, coiling their tail around their legs as they begin to preen their wings with delicate precision. they are not as vein as some of their siblings with their appearance, but proper care of their physical form never hurt.
a peaceful moment.
a new starter call? from the dragon gods? on my dash????
anyway please like for me to write something up for you <33
@ablot // continued.
SCORPIO
His nostrils flared, casting a plume of misty exhale out into the frigid air. The lands of snow and ice were under his protection, a place where the people he most trusted would come to celebrate with him and ask his favor.
Those times had long since past. Humanity had betrayed them. Betrayed him.
But this one? This wanderer in the tundra? He is not of mankind. Perhaps he was once, but no longer. He is a different breed, and he must learn to accept that fact. To know his rage isn't tied to this being. "I am Scorpio. Lord of the dark arts. Of the ice. Of deception and cunning."
His purple gaze shifted. "And you?"
Going to clear out my followers and then post a starter call because I missed my dragons!
I REMEMBERED MY LOG IN!
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
CANCER.
her eyes pulse a sickly luminescent green. the remnants of what once was a war fleet lay in bits and pieces around her, nothing more than smoldering debris.
the storm mother doesn't take kindly to attacks. be it on her, or her kin.
her horned head turns, cocks to one side in an oddly bird-like movement. her maw works, mandibles clicking softly against on another in thought.
"no." she finally decides. the skies above are still dark, an occasional flash of lightning the only evidence of her previous enragement. "you don't."
first meeting sentence starters.
send one to have our muses meet for the first time.
“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“You look lost. Need some help?”
“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”
“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Whoa! Careful!”
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
“Is that seat taken?”
“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Excuse me, do you know the time?”
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
“I’ve been sent to find you.”
“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”
“Do you work here?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”
“You’ve got something on your face.”
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Do you know the way to ___?”
“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”
“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”
“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”
“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”
“I think we’re stuck in here together.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”
“Are you the new neighbor?”
“First time in town?”
“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
“You seem… out of place.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”
“That was a close call.”
“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“You look like you’re in trouble.”
“Was that your doing back there?”
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
“You might want to keep your voice down.”
“Is it always this strange around here?”
“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”
“Looks like we’re in this together now.”
SSSSSHHH...
she's preening her wings.
"it's funny." they muse, unphased by the way the other becomes agitated. the way the sparks, the start of a burning fire, begin to dance in his eyes. something they can see even through the faint tint of a helmet visor.
"after all this time. you still feel us. we are still connected, at the end of everything. at the beginning of all."
there's fight in this one. gemini is pleased that they have encountered this one first, before aries can become excited by the prospect of a combatant that can match his own flame. they beckon for him to come closer. their nails, blackened talons, curl towards their body. "i am the one who is two. the gemini."
their heterochromatic gaze shifts to the distance, where their kin have settled. a makeshift home. "your origins are of no concern to me. nor to them." perhaps scorpio, if he becomes aware of their visitor in not wholly human, will be merciful.
"you are pure. that is all that matters, paladin of red."
'Us'... who is 'us'?
Nothing they're saying makes any sense, but Keith's not afraid of them. His shoulders remain squared as he draws closer, an unwavering flame flickering in his eyes. His arms hang loosely at his sides, fingers poised just above his upper thigh, ready to summon his bayard at a moment's notice. The air around him is charged with tension, no doubt exacerbated by the sheer amount of quintessence he faces.
They call themselves Gemini. They're a far cry from the stars of the northern constellation he once mapped with Shiro during winter break, though in Keith's senses, they shine just as brightly... perhaps more blindingly.
Their words seem laced with cryptic meanings that elude him. Who is the collective they, the us that the creature is referring to? Are there more of them, lying in wait? Is he stupidly allowing himself to walk into a trap, simply because he feels drawn like a moth to a flame?
Moreover, how can someone label him both half-breed and pure in the same breath? Pure is a word reserved for extraordinary beings like Princess Allura—selfless, radiant, and steadfast to the core. Who he is, what he's done... Keith feels anything but pure.
"You don't know me," he fires back. "Who are you, and what do you want?"
"i told you. i am gemini."
they aren't stupid. they know the other will attempt to combat them if he feels they are a threat. they aren't...but they are at the same time. a power that half his blood has long forgotten, defiant now in the absence of they who brought balance.
their red eye drifts to the distance. their blue eye remains locked on keith for a moment longer before they sync up, snapping to where their kin currently reside. "we have just returned from a long...slumber."
not a lie, consciousness ripped from their celestial bodies, scattered into bits of energy in the dark skies.
"we are gathering our bearings, my kin and i. but one of us is missing." their head tilts slowly, all their focus on the purity that is the half breed before them. "it is a cause of concern. we shouldn't be apart."
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In 1986, the world’s governments convened to fund a new and outlandish experiment at the bottom of the pacific ocean. Project Cetus: a project to create mutated sea life for the purpose of serving humanity in various ways. Four were born. Four escaped.
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i'm so eepy. i apologize that my muse isn't high here today. i swear i'll get to replies tomorrow.
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