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Keres, male, Greek for "Evil spirits"
Name: Keres
Name Meaning: Greek, "Evil spirits."
A brief back story : Keres grew up on the streets of Seven Stars, the only signs of his family the tag tied around his tail when a young guard found him. All it said was "Keres." The guard took care of him in till Keres could be on his own, as Queen Mida did not approve of this baby Viscet. So he grew up, Kaliyah playing with him, kind villagers feeding him, and the Queen, silently, evily, plotting against him.
Gender: Male
Personality: Keres, despite his slightly scary looks, is a kind, loving guy. He's pretty darn hilarious, and he and Kaliyah love to jokingly tease each other. He's charming and empathetic, and cares about everyone. He's still really scared of Queen Mida and avoids royal guards.
Astrological Sign: Leo
Age: Around 16-17
Why I want him: First, this design is amazing! The colors, the traits, the expression... So nice! Also, I think he would be good in my Viscet world, and would be my forth adult Viscet. Also this boy really helped me develop my Viscet world. First I just had the Jade Mountains and Vehara Island, but no where else. After making a medieval town in some tryouts, I wanted a misguided queen, and Keres gas really helped me create her. From her back story, how her limbs turned gold, and the way she sneers was all helped along by this compt, and now I have a Viscet world I love.

√ Likes √

. Kaliyah (Oh, stop being such a dreamboat for Kaliyah!)
. Dragons
. Chocolate (It was pretty rare in Seven Stars)
. His mane (It's too floof!)

X Dislikes X
. Most royal guards (The one who raised him and Aasira are all right)
. The Queen (But who doesn't hate her! Also she tired to get my crush to kill me. Not cool.)
. Any arena sport
. Too doughy bread

Light...
This story is told by two Viscets, two childhood friends, and the story of evil, treason, and a glimmer of hope that follows. So be warned my little Viscetling, this is the tale of Keres...

[Kaliyah
"Come on Keres! I wanna race you!" I dashed ahead my paws thumping the dusty, worn, sandstone roads of the great kingdom of Seven Stars. Keres sped up, his bulky paws running almost in step with me, in the brilliant sun his eyes glimmered not just gold, but amber and rose as well. I shook my head to clear it of the brilliant beauty of his eyes, so I could actually concentrate on winning. They dashed around for hours, twisting and turning down the maze like streets of Seven Stars. "Keres? Where are you? Keres?" She had lost him, and this was a lot more serious then hide and seek... He was nowhere to be found. And here was the odd thing... A random guard came up to me about ten minutes after Keres disappeared, she prompted we to drink some tea, a sad, pained look painted over her swirled, green muzzle. I drank the herb tea, it's heat gurgling down my through. I should have known better. A sip and then my memories of Keres, spiraling into darkness, and then, those memories were no more.

Keres
"Come on Keres! I wanna race you!" Kaliyahs voice shook me from my daydreams about who my parents were quickly. By the time was was ready to race, she was a sprint ahead of me, her brilliant red fur reflecting amazingly in the sun. "Snap out of these fantasies Keres!" I thought to my self, "Yes she's pretty, but she's gonna beat you if you don't move your huge paws!" I put on a burst of speed, finally catching up to the red blur that was Kaliyah. We raced for many more hours, she won, then I won and so forth. That's when I lost her. We had dashed past a bread stand and into the alley, where a fork in the path soon confronted us. I dashed left, she dashed right, and neither of us noticed. WAP! I crashed into a Queen's chariot, a wooden wheel cracking beneath my weight and small gold flecks of paint spiraled into the air. "I,
I, I'm so sorry my Queen!" I managed to sputter out. "Ha!" She scoffed,"You mean less then nothing to me, be gone!" Her breath stalled in her through for a moment, as if thinking. "Never mind, guards, take him!" Keres picked himself up, preparing to run, but Clang! the hilt of a sword to his head and the light airy feeling of falling, spinning away.

Dark...
Keres
I woke up, the hard gravelly ground digging into my fur, scraping against my spine. As I saw Queen Mida wickedly glaring at me, and abruptly backed up, only to hit another rough stone wall. "Heh, don't worry little dragon, I won't hurt you, I couldn't touch you anyway, see these bars?" She gestured to the thick iron barns I hadn't seen before, "I'm just here to tell you a little story..."

A tale of 2 kingdoms
Once upon a time, actually, that's such a stupid beginning. Let me start again. Once there were two beautiful Viscet sisters, one named Mida, who was prettiest of the two, and Adonia, who had scales, which I find very unappealing. But, Adonia had all the luck, she won all the races at school, mastered in magic, and finally had a husband, and a son. Of course, Mida finally got some luck and got her own castle, but when she heard her sister had a son, she, being a good aunt, went to see him. Adonia didn't understand. When Mida was looking at the child, who also had those awful scales, Adonia came in. She screeched, like a primal, wild Viscet. She whipped out her paw, and shot a beam of golden, horrible magic at Mida and Mida froze. Golden veins were spreading up her leg and she needed a healer. Her guards wrecked the castle, but no one could find the son. Adonia's beloved Keres.

Midas
She draped herself over the regal golden chair, noticing how quickly everything had changed to being etched in gold after the curse her sister had bestowed on her. She was lucky, the healer was smart, and knew banned magic. (He was arrested for that) If not for that healer she would be a statue, and that Keres would be king. Yes, he was her nephew, but what did she care, he being the disgusting dragon that he was. Wait, dragon, that gave Queen Mida an idea. Kaliyah's family had moved back to the Jade Mountains about two weeks ago, after she took the tea, and in that short time, Kaliyah's cousin, a little Visetling by the name of Chuchip was kidnapped by a dragon. Now Kaliyah was apparently goimging around slaying them. Dipping her quill into the deep purple ink, Queen Mida began to write.

Kaliyah
The letter arrived, the swirling handwriting printed in a midnight purple ink and the paper smooth, and seemingly flecked with gold. It read...

Dear noble dragon slayer Kaliyah, a dragon has come to my attention. I have trapped him and kept him at bay, but I fear he shall soon escape and destroy Seven Stars. If you would like,
you may slay him, in my royal area. If you don't mind, villagers will be watching and guards will stand at the ready in case the dragon gets violent. I can pay you in gold, or a search party for your cousin. I hope you will accept my most gracious offer,
- Queen Mida

Even the letter was dripping with her evil, mocking tone, her sarcasm. But, a dragons a dragon, and dragon slaying was what she was going to do.
Balance...

Keres
I had a bad feeling as some guards, not Aasira, came down the the hidden cave dungeon a dragged me upstairs. I was put into what looked like a small, dark, stone room with no obvious way out. So I sat, and I waited.

Kaliyah
Queen Mida showed me the colosseum, sandstone benches lined the walls and the fighting area was a abrupt drop, possibly open ten feet. I looked across to the locked stone door, behind which was a dragon, and oddly small, silent dragon. Most dragons were way bigger than that door and you could've heard the roaring and thrashing from a mile away. I was escorted to a waiting room, where a wooden bench lined the dark stone walls. I sat polishing my golden katana. Soon, the door slid open, rock sliding over rock, and I stepped down into the blinding reflection of the sand.

Keres
The door opened, and suddenly I was blinded, the flash of the white sand nearly burned my eyes, as I had not seen light for at least a week. I slid out of the room, crouching on all fours, and looked up at who I was fighting. Their fur burned a familiar red and a polished, sharp looking gold sword was gripped in their right paw. As my eye adjusted to the light, I noticed who they were...

Kaliyah
I had prepared myself for a dragon, and when I saw that flash of royal blue, I immediately thought of the monster that had taken Chuchip. As this thought raced through my head and through my veins. A changed towards the dragon, it ducked. As it reared up into its true height, I saw it, those glittering gold eyes.

Mida
The fighting stalled, then stopped. Two Viscets, both staring into the swirling yellowy gold eyes of each other. A hundred guards drew their swords, bronze crackling like fire, and the fight begun.

Kaliyah
A threw one of my gold katanas to Keres, who fought it awkwardly. I nearly wanted to take it back from him, "He can't fight with a sword...
" Well, I thought, he has scales, he'll survive. A charged into the mass of guards, cutting through bronze like butter. These guards were trained to take down civilians, not Viscets who can fight for two days straight. (Yep, I've done that) I didn't want to kill them, just, you know, put them on the ground where they can't hurt Keres. Like a princess in distress case, except I like to go against stereotypes, and here a lost prince was in trouble. I fought my way up the sandstone stairs intill I stood on the rim of the collosuem, Queen Mida was standing up now, panic flooding behind her cool eyes. I leaped.

Keres
She looked like a dragon. Tail flung out behind her, trailing in the stubborn breeze, a katana thrust in front of her. I pushed the guard off me, thankful for my large size. The sound was bad. All those horrid sounds, metal on metal, nails on a chalk board, and the shattering of glass, sounded like this new sound parents. It was bad but what it was, was great. Kaliyah, her katana smashing into Mida's golden foot. Mida stumbles back, grabbing for defense or protection. Like fireworks, thousands of golden shards exploding before everyone's eyes. All Viscets staring at the golden arch in the sky before it fell, like sharp, jabbing rain.







Playlist:
Who We Are- ImagineDragons
Centuries- Fallout Boy
Good Girls- 2016 Ghostbusters (Ellie King)
Good Girls would probably be mainly sung by Kaliyah, but it kinda reflects everything.

Relationships:
Kaliyah, "Dragon slayer": Keres's best childhood friend, who also saved him from Queen Mida, having no parent or siblings, Kaliyah is like a sister to him. (He kinda has a crush on her...)

Queen Mida, "Queen of Gold and Stone": The wicked queen who rules their land, she was the one that stole Keres and told Kaliyah that he was a dragon needing to be slain. With a gold spreading across her body, turning her into a King Midas herself, I'm sure she has a story to tell...

Aasira, "Conflicted Guard"; She was the one who kept Keres company after Queen Midas took him, she's was a good friend. helping him even though it was betraying the Queen.

His relationship with Roshka.
Everyone knows Roshka, you know,Roshka is the sun. But after Keres and Kaliyah fled from the Kingdom of Seven Stars, they actually met him.

Keres's Satchel
"See the objects that mean the most to Keres, and a small story that fits each one..."


Rain poured from the sky as if the gods were sobbing. Roshka, the sun, was no where to be found, and the thunder boomed like a cloud Viscet army marching across the heavens. The little dark blue Viscet, wrapped in the elegant blue blanket edged in gold runes, slept, not noticing the cold tears that slicked back this thick mane and glimmered on the golden scales that edged up his wrists and nose.
The guard, weary from his line of work, spotted the poor, cold Viscetling and took him in without a thought.


"Here Keres, I built this for you. I'm sorry I didn't have enough paint to make it blue, or anything gold, but I used some bronze from the blacksmith for the horns, I'm really proud of the yarn mane." The guard handed Keres the small doll, and Keres turned it around in his paws, the toy's wooden limbs clacking gently against each other as Kere stared, wide eyed. "It's perfect daddy!" Keres wrapped his paws around the guard, hugging him tight.


"Keres! Keeeerrrrrraaaaasssss! Look at this! I drew us! Because we are best friends!" Kaliyah pulled Keres into a tight hug, her short arms barely making it around his thick mane. The drawing flew up in a warm gust of air, and Keres grabbed it, the crayon wax whistling as it was yanked down. After retreiving the paper, Keres hugged Kaliyah, and they both shared an imbrace, no cares about the hot sun beating down on them, and no clue of what plotting was happening behind their backs...



"Wait, how do we play this again?" Keres asked as Aasira moved the roughhewn chess piece across the checkered cloth they were using as a board. She quickly explained the rules and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't get a real chess board, it would look really suspicious if I was trying to smuggle a chess board to Queen Midas secret cave dungeon. I'm sorry I can't get you out either, she did'nt give me any keys." She looked down, face looking guilty. "I'm so so so so sorry!" She blurted, "The Queen made me give some tea to your friend and... I'm sorry I blurted out, let's get on with our game."


The clanging, crashing noise was horrible, but why that sound happened made Keres very, very happy. Struggling with a guard he had just pushed to the ground, he looked up and saw what looked Kaliyah soaring through the air, her gold katana held high. The sound was like a clang, a crunch, a crash, and a shattering all at once. It looked almost slow motion, the sword hitting Queen Midas gold foot, the Queen stumbling back, not in pain but in shock and fear, and the explosion of solid gold shards that rained down, like golden drops of rain.

Keres and Kaliyah
We ran.

Map
This story takes place in The Kingdom of Seven Stars, The Ruins of the Twillight Castle, and a little bit in The Jade Mountains.


Gallery: Random art of Keres

I wasn't always like this, dark, mad. (Art was for when he was an evil dragon.)
By me

By Depressing

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𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖋-𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗

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𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪!
ℕ𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕, 𝕀𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪!
𝕆𝕙 𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕.
𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕!
𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕡, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕨𝕤!
'ℕ𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟'? 𝕎𝕙𝕠'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕤!
𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖
𝕀𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞 𝕀𝕞 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖?
𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟! 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖
𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖
𝕄𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕥, 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟
ℝ𝕠𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕦𝕞 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖
𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕
𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕!
𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖
𝕆𝕗 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕤
𝕋𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪, 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥
𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕧𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕣𝕪, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕨!
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨
𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕞𝕓
𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖
*poem created by me*

ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

In a land long ago, there was an egg perfectly snug in a crater set in a cave. It wasn't an ordinary egg, for it was very large, but it wasn't an extraordinary egg either, for it had that smooth silky white surface just like any other. So, what was it? It was a special egg! Unique in its species, this creature was a considered a dragon. As the shell rocked and cracked, bringing forth this so known dangerous specimen, out came forth a blue hued, golden maned, viscetling. He cried out as he tipped on its side, trying to get his balance. He sneezed as its fluffy fur got around its nose, giving a jolt through its body. His eyes, like gold, shone open as a ray of light entered the cave. Enticed with this interesting, passthrough thing, he crawled into it on wobbly legs, feeling warmth overcome his body. With a satisfied sigh he curled up and lazily looked further out of the cave. There was an assortment or buzzes and chirps, a racket for another, but for him it sounds like a symphony. After sucking up the suns delicious offering, he began to head to the mouth of the cave, looking at the world around him. A forest of green lay out, with colorful flowers and soft grass. Birds tweeted and chirped above, analyzing him with wonder. The young one gave out a squeak to give recognition of a greeting, which gathered the attention of many others. A single bird flitted down to get a better look, and began to sing its own song. He didn't know how to react, but edged closer, causing it to hop back. His mind began to reel with understanding as the bird chirped away. He gave a few pitiful screeches, but to the birds, it was beautiful. More birds came down to shower him with their song, each time he would give them back an interpretation of his own. He was soon apart of the birds in the forest, adopted. He was raised with songbirds, fed by hawks, and taught about life with aid of robins. His voice was unique and his own, but yet for some it was truly horrible. He reclaimed the name Obscirutus, coming from the word obnoxious. Overtime, Obscirutus came to believe that the ones that hated his songs were just jealous, giving him more rights to boast. In the end, the area gave him the final name Obscirutus the Self-flatterer.

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Likes

Dislikes

Opera Singers
(to loud and drawn out)
Dogs
(augh! such ear scatterers!)
Knights..
(what more is there to say?)
Emeralds
(green doesn't fit me)
Puppet shows
(creepy little things)

My voice
(no one could ever surpass my luscious tone)
Birds
(my wonderful teachers)
The peasants that bow at his feet
(how kind of them!)
Gold
(darling its my pride and joy)
Poems/literary arts
(Shakespeare and Hamilton is my war and peace book)

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[VoidRinkusu]

Possible mark?

[sockwearer]

Username; potioncat
Name; Zura
Biological gender; Male
Impress me!:
a poem
*ahem*

viscet with fur of darkest blue
i have made an ode to you
mane of gold, brash and bold
with hues of deepest cold
ambitious eyes, aspiring guise
with fears and secrets untold

thank you, thank you *bows*

(i am not a poet and that took 5-10 minutes to create)
(also i am aware that this is bad XD)

[rubixilam]

meep

[veridian]

mark!

[mango marmalade,,]

name; Indomitable
gender; Male
name meaning; [adj] impossible to subdue or defeat
status; Middle God

Cien, Luka, Bane, and Misery are mine
Rosha belongs to Bettalong
Storyline mine
God AU mine
divider credit: #1, #2, #3

I am the spirit of battle. Not the spirit of bloodshed.
I am the spirit of fearlessness, of courage, of recklessness. I am the spirit of a wild charge, a hoarse but determined cry, a final breath on the battlefield. I am the spirit of honorable defeat, of giving up your blood and fighting even when the odds are stacked up to Alavor. I am the spirit of justice, of rightful revenge. But I am not the spirit of giving up. I am not the spirit of betrayal. I am not the spirit of begging for your enemies' mercy, of sacrificing your legion for your life.
You may not know me, but I am a God. And I am Indomitable.

High King Cien roared, slamming his fist down on the marble table in front of him. "How DARE you suggest such a thing, Bane! You know that that is an awful thing to do, especially for a God!"
King Bane narrowed his eyes, tightening his fist around the tall blood-red staff in his grasp. "I just thought that maybe you would finally understand what's right for the people! But no, you could never change."
Cien growled, speaking through a clenched jaw. "Bane, you are in MY DOMAIN. Do you own the sky? NO. Do you own earth? NO! Only I own the Earth, Bane. Not you. So don't tell me what to do."
Bane opened his moth to yell at Cien before I took my sword and slammed it as hard as I could into the wooden floor. "STOP IT!"
The entire room fell silent at my voice. I glared at both Bane and Cien, my head swiveling back and forth. "We are Gods. yet we are bickering like children while the biggest battle of the century wages on below us! Let's just vote, and stop fighting."
Cien furrowed his brow at me. Still clearly upset with Bane, Cien grumbled out his words. "Do to these...urgent... circumstances,
the Gods will now hold a vote." Cien nodded at his silent servant-girl, who began passing out rocks to every God. When she came to me, I examined my rocks.
On my desk there were two rocks; A pale white rock, and a dark black rock. Our voting system was a little old-fashioned, but it worked fairly well regardless. When a topic was presented and the Gods couldn't solve the issue with a debate, they turned to a vote. The black rock that you got represented 'no'. It meant that you strongly disagreed with the topic at hand. The white rock meant 'yes'. It meant that you agreed with the topic at hand. In order to make things even, everyone had to put in a rock, whether or not you had an opinion on the matter. I gently pushed the black rock to the front of the desk, already knowing the topic and what my vote was going to be.
The room was silent as Queen Misery spoke in her soft but ever condoning voice. "The Gods will now vote. The issue at matter is 'Should High King Cien advise the Goldenmen to retreat and surrender, or should they continue fighting?'. Please come up to vote now."
As soon as she had finished speaking, I rose from my seat. With a set jaw and a confident stride, I made my way to the center of the throne room. Letting everyone see my vote before I dropped it in, I flashed a defiant glance at Bane as I made my way back to my seat at the table.
But the whole 'showing everyone my vote' spectacle wasn't really necessary. Everyone already knew that the literal God of Battle would never vote 'yes' to something that would have people surrender! It was ingrained in my very being to never reward soldiers on the battle field for surrendering, much less tell them to surrender.
But to my every growing dismay, more and more Gods seemed to drop white rocks into the pit at the center of the room. My brow furrowed and my eyes slanted as I watched Minor God Bane sitting smugly back in his chair, staring straight at me. We had always been arch-enemies, Bane and I. And everyone in the room knew it. So why were they purposefully urging me to fight him?
As I continued watching Bane, I saw his expression. And I just wanted to wipe it right off of his face. As I prepared to rise and epically challenge Bane to a duel, High King Lucien's voice rang out.
"Gods and Queens! We have now come down to the final rock. After this vote is cast, Misery and I shall count the votes."
I eagerly looked around the room for the person voting, and if I could identify their vote. My eyes fell upon the last Viscet who was slowly standing up;
Rosha.
Internally, I groaned. This God was a visiting God from somewhere out East. So far in all of our debates, he hadn't really spoken much or participated. I had labeled him as 'Indecisive' and moved on, but now that wasn't very helpful as he was the final voter.
With a bated breath, I watched the Fire God slowly plod to the center of the throne room. His back was to me so I couldn't see his rock, though. My eyes searched Bane's face for any signs of emotion, as he could probably see Rosha's rock, but his face was as stony as mine. I looked at Rosha's seat, a desk lower than all the other to symbolize his temporary seat, but both rocks were gone. It seemed he had taken both rocks up with him.
My ears pricked forward, waiting to hear the sound of a rock clinking against the rest of the rocks in the pit. But all I heard was the almost silent breathing of the other Gods, and the grating sound of Rosha's rocks scraping together in his hand. What was he doing? If he was now deciding his vote, he should have been figuring it out the entire time everyone else was voting. But now he seemed to be bowed over in thought, just shifting the rocks from one hand to another.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I held my paw up to my mouth and gave one small 'Hurry up' cough into my fist. It was loud in the silent room, and several Low Gods and Queens shot dark looks at my interruption. I shrugged, still impatient. Everyone knew I hated waiting for very long. Well, everyone except the new guy.
After what seemed to be an endless waiting period, I heard, in almost slow motion, the sound of a rock hitting the pile. I breathed an audible sigh of relief, having been so tense for the entire voting period. I stood up, pushing my chair back, and stretched my arms out. As Rosha made his way back to his seat, I shot him a glare. I hated to be kept waiting.
But then, I heard a noise from the opposite end of the room. Low King Bane was bent over his desk, shaking. At first I thought he was crying at his defeat, and I was relieved. But then, I heard him. I really heard him. I heard the telltale cackle, and instantly understood what was going on.
Bane was laughing.
My eyes narrowed. I felt my hands clench. A black haze began to swim over my vision, making everything seem blurry and far away. Dimly, I felt myself stand up, knocking my chair backwards across the floor. My hands fumbled for the desk without me realizing it. In my final moments of consciousness, I thought I remembered running across the room.
Then, the world went black.





"indomitable? are you there? wake up! i need you to wake up!"
"wake up!"

I blinked, the world swimming before my eyes. A face loomed over me. I could barely recognize the six eyes and orange glitter.
"High King Cien?" My voice was questioning, and slightly hoarse.
"Indomitable! Finally! Phew, I thought you were gonna kill Bane! You should be thankful that Rosha stopped you in time."
I blinked. Why would I almost kill Bane? And... Rosha stopped me? Of all people. "What happened? I don't remember anything after I stood up."
Cien's eyebrows raised. "You, my friend, quite literally almost put Low King Bane on his deathbed. I tried to restrain you, but it was Rosha, the visiting Fire God, who managed to hold you back. If he hadn't kept you in check... I don't know what would have happened."
My jaw dropped. I tried to kill Bane?! I mean, I knew that certain things made me mad, but never anything had made me blackout mad. Although, to be honest, in my mind I still thought he deserved it. But... I wasn't sure how I felt about Rosha stopping me. I had mixed feelings about the guy, considering he had voted for Bane's side and all.
I put my arms beneath me, and pushed myself up so I was in a sitting position. Cien reached his paw down to me, and I used it to pull myself to my feet. Taking a deep breath, I brushed the dust off of my fur and looked around.
High king Cien and I were at the Medical Ward, a few steps of stairs lower than the Throne Room. I examined myself closely, searching for bruises or wounds. There was nothing that seemed to be hurting... Until I noticed the dull throbbing in my paws. I lifted them up, and realized why I was in the Medical Unit.
My paws were ripped and torn to shreds, with dried blood caking my forearm. Bits of marble shards were stuck in my palm, sending a twinge of pain up my arm when I pulled them out. My right hand was wrapped in a giant, white bandage. with splotches of bright red blood soaking through. What had I done to myself in my rage?!
Cien saw me examining my hands, and walked over. "When you flipped the table over Bane, you also ruined your hands. But your wounds are in no way even close to the wounds you inflicted on Bane."
I gulped. Was he in a coma? On his deathbed? Bleeding out right now, as we spoke? "Cien, can I go see him? And Rosha too?"
High King Cien blinked at me. "See him? I thought you were angry at him?"
I chuckled. "Cien, I'm not really the type of God to stay mad. I got my anger at him out, and now I need to apologize."
Cien regarded me for a moment, before smiling. "You really are a good guy, Indomitable."
I smiled, before it fell slightly. Someone very special to me had told me that long ago. But... I couldn't place my finger on as to who had told me that.
"Okay, take me to go see him!" I was ready to say sorry to Bane, and to maybe get a better idea of who Rosha really was.

I opened the door quietly, and waited for Cienkam to step in front of me before closing the door softly. I turned around, and almost gasped from shock. Bane was lying on a white hospital bed, or at least one that was white before it was covered with Bane's blood. The room was also covered in the stuff, from the floors to the walls.
But what I found most concerning was the state of Bane himself. Bane was lying on his back, his eyes closed. There was a thick cotton bandage wrapped several times around his forehead, and a golden vial with a countdown timer that indicated the level of nectar in his veins. Bane's body was all battered up, from torn fur to deep purple splotches that showed through his thick black coat. I stepped forward to Bane and bowed my head. Assuming he was asleep, I didn't speak.
"Who's here?"
I looked up startled. Bane was moving his head in my general direction, but was unable to see due to a large cloth covering his eyes. I winced, not wanting to tell him.
It was High King Cien who spoke up first. "It's... it's Indomidable, Bane. He's come to... Well, I'll let him speak."
I took a deep breath, then plowed on forward. "Low King Bane, I'd like to formally apologize for my actions. I got angry, and wasn't aware of what I was doing at the time."
Bane snarled, his head now swiveled straight in my direction. "You almost killed me, you scoundral."
My face grew stony. I had apologized, so there was nothing left except for Bane to accept my apology. "I understand that. but now, I'm coming to say sorry."
Bane snorted, throwing his hands up in the air before wincing and bringing them down again. "So you almost kill me, and then expect me to instantly forgive you. Oh yay, the God of victory is finally being humble for once! Let's just instantly make amends and become best buds! Shut up, Indomitable. Just leave."
I narrowed my eyes, and bit back a snarl. "Rosha," I spoke between clenched teeth, "could I see you outside please?"
Rosha looked up solemnly from his seat in a chair and nodded. He stood up, and silently followed me outside.
"Nobody defies the God of Battle. At least, not some newcomer who decides he can just show up and instantly take the side of the God of Death. Do you understand me?" I growled.
Rosha looked up at me, wary. He wore a confused expression on his face, and his head was lightly cocked as if not understanding. "Ummm... What do you mean, "defied you"."
My eyes grew wide with a rage-filled disbelief. I roared right in his face, letting the full force of my rage come out in one breath. Rosha stumbled back and his arms came up across his face as if to protect himself as he fell on his back. I slowly lumbered towards him, towering over and casting a long shadow. I roared again, this time closing my eyes and roaring at the sky before dropping to all fours with a thundering BOOM.
"For the Gods, voting is EVERYTHING! Politics are EVERYTHING! And if you DARE waltz into this kingdom and just expect to defy every single powerful God there is, you're WRONG. You will receive PUNISHMENT for your actions against the Gods, for your actions against US!" I boomed, getting right up in his face.
Rosha's eyes widened also, but they were widening in fear. He crawled away from me, then stood up and faced me. "Voted agai-?"
I lunged at him, interrupting him mid sentence. He yelled, trying to move away. But I reached my paw out and slashed across his stomach, leaving three bright marks that almost instantly began spilling blood. His paw fell protectively to his stomach, holding it together and trying to stop the blood.
I lurched towards him again, narrowing my eyes and growling as he continued to crawl away. I crouched down to spring on top of him when I fely myself be pushed aside. I tumbled over, rolling around before coming to a stop. I lifted myself up, wrenching my head up to see who had pushed me.
I was met with the sight of a panting but furious King Cien, standing over Rosha and helping him to his feet. I stood up, snarling at Cien.
"What're you doing here, Cien?! This isn't your fight!"
High King Cien whipped his head around to me, an expression of such disgust and hatred that I had to focus as to not run away. His voice was hushed, a deadly whisper that made my knees grow weak.
"You... You DARE call yourself a GOD while you just go around and ATTACK our GUESTS?! I'm disgusted with you Bane, I really am," He paused. striding over to glare at me.
My bravery faltered as i saw the look in Cien's eyes, but I gritted my teeth and stood my ground anyways. I tried to come up with a clever retort to make Cien let me fight this, but my tongue seemed frozen in my mouth. I could only watch as High king Cien berated me.
"I don't understand you, Indi. I really don't. One moment you're calm and smart, he next you turn into an angry, lumbering idiot. I didn't raise you to be this way. So how did you fail me so horribly?"
My head dropped, my eyes wide. Cien... Thought I failed him? But... He was the one who told me to stand up for what i believed in. Wasn't he?
"B-But... Didn't you tell me to stand up for my rights?" I faltered at the beginning, slowly feeling the sense of anger and courage that had overwhelmed me drain away.
King Cien gave a harsh laugh, the smile not reaching his eyes. "I told you to fight for your rights, not to KILL innocent Viscets!"
My brow furrowed and my eyes narrowed. "He's not "innocent"! That lowlife Fire God went against our plan, voting to give up thousands of acres just to spare our measly army!"

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We were lying in the field. The sky was an endless blue, with not a cloud in sight. The moon was still visible, a faint crescent to the West of me. And next to me, was Indi. I had always wondered what went through his mind when he was silent. He seemed to have only two emotions; peaceful, and furious.
When he was peaceful, as he was now, he was quiet. Thoughtful. He seldom spoke, and when he did it was a hushed whisper. But then other times, he would be so filled with rage that he seemed to stop thinking. To stop filtering in his mind what were good actions and what were bad actions. But he was never unfair. He never fought dirty. Not even if his opponent fought dirty, if he lost he would calmly shake their hand and accept defeat.
I knew he hated to lose, but he didn't show it. As his best friend, I was obliged to know things like that. And other things, such as when he was in second grade, instead of going to Reading, he sat outside and cried for his mom. I went out and sat by him and hugged him until he stopped. And at his tenth birthday when he started to cry after a kid told him his mom deserved to die. I broke the kids nose and got grounded for a month. We were inseparable.
But today, he wasn't angry at all. He was calm and quiet. He was peaceful, as was the world around us. The sun was hot, but its rays seemed not to affect us. We just layed there, watching the tall wheat bend and sway to the light music of the wind. His voice broke the tranquil hush, a voice full of wonder.
"Do you think the Gods are watching us right now?" Indi said, still staring at the sky.
"Yes." I answered without hesitation.
He rolled over on his side to face me. "Do you think they are always watching?" His eyes were clear, but I sensed the sadness in his voice.
"I don't know. Maybe." I answered softly.
"Then..." He hesitated, his eyes dropping to the dusty round beneath us. "Why did they let my mother get killed?"
I inhaled sharply, but let it out. I let my eyes close. "I-I think they weren't watching then."
I heard the rustle of grass as he sat up. I opened my eyes, watching him. "Indi?"
He turned to face me, and I saw a single tear trace a line through the dust on his fur. "Yes?" His voice quavered.
"Do you still miss her?"
"Every day."
"I don't think she would have wanted to leave you here on your own."
"On my own?"
"Well, yeah. You don't have family, right?"
"Well," He smiled ever so faintly, "I have you, don't I?"
I grinned, then reached over and hugged him tightly. "Yeah. Yeah you do. And you always will."
I hugged my closest friend tighter, letting his head rest on my shoulder. And with kiddish resolve, I vowed to always stay with my friend. I leaned back, and looked at Indi right in the face. "You really are a good guy, Indi. Never forget that."
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•bravery
•courage
•fair battles
•clever tactics
•leaders
•trust
•sacrifice
•wisdom
•controlled fury
•re-matches
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•surrender
•gloating
•show-offs
•spite [ex: doing something 'out of spite']
•backstabbing
•betrayal
•envy
•unforgiving
•un-called for revenge
•boasting
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status.
middle god god of battle
relationships.
high king cienkam- indi respects him as he is the leader of the gods, and has similar views as indi.
low king bane- indi absolutely hates him. he and bane are always butting heads, as bane seems to always have opposing views to indomitable.
luka- when indomitable was a kid, he and luka were best friends. but then indi got chosen to be a god, and he never saw luka again. he still misses her though.
low queen misery- although indi respects queen misery for her military power, he is often wary to speak with her due to her close relationship with bane.
rosha the fire god- due to a misunderstanding when they both met, it was a little bit hard for indi to trust rosha. however, indi likes what rosha's values are and he soon grows close to him.

playlist:
i. warriors . imagine dragons
ii. ready aim fire . imagine dragons
iii. centuries . fall out boy