[PRP] Stretching Ones Wings [Sanguis x Malum]

[Uta]

Sanguis had only recently awakened from a lengthy and incredibly deep sleep. How long he'd been slumbering was difficult to say. Certainly, he'd been created, and existed almost as soon as the first body requiring blood had been created. However, his time in the world had been limited... and too soon, he'd fallen back into a heavy sleep. Now that he had finally stirred, well rested from his aeons of slumber, the world, it would seem, had forgotten his name, forgotten his face, and had even forgotten his temple. Pity. However, now that he had risen Sanguis had every intention to see to it that it was all restored to their former glory. Too long the world had gone without the blood god, and now that he had arisen, he intended to re-introduce himself to Faetasia.

After such a nap, Sanguis was ready to stretch out his wings, and see how the world had changed. His omnipotence allowed him to know and feel the changes -- but the large god was eager to be more hands on. For too long he'd allowed himself to stay away, with little interest in what the world might do. But change was on the wind, and something had stirred him from his slumber...

Something, or perhaps, someone.

Of course,Sanguis hadn't given the idea much thought, especially now that he was more fully present and savoring the pulse of life and undeath around him. The world was not what he remembered, but perhaps that was for the best. It was time to start anew, and see just how far his domain reached. He could hear the blood singing in the veins of the living, could hear it being supped upon, worshipped, and spilled-- and oh, what a glorious cacophony it was!

The fountain in his temple, crusted with ancient blood and decay, finally began to run red. The walls of his temple began to drip with the glorious sustenance, like a wound reopened, and everywhere he went, Sanguis left a trail of blood in his wake. Let the world remember.

Amid all the chaos and noise, Sanguis' attention fell upon the temple and home of a god whose name was familiar but foreign. Malum. The blood song of the others temple drew him, and he wanted no more than listen and admire. It was good that blood was so coveted in so many places; either to be felled upon the earth and walls and drained from its sources, or savored and supped upon. It was a versatile thing, after all -- and if Sanguis had his way, the world would see nothing but red.

But one step at a time, after all.

He was, of course, only newly awakened.

Sanguis appeared within Malum's court without warning, appearing in a flurr of feathers and dripping blood. His halo dripped about him like a wet crown, and even his own body dripped with blood. His wings stretched wide, and he waited for his presence to be noted. He was in no rush -- the scene before him was a lovely thing, after all.

 

[Ruriska]

The newly woken god arrived at the demon temple and would find himself in a large cavern, carved roughly out of the earth and lit by flickering torches. In some areas the pillars and walls had badly hewn suggestions of art, as if someone else had been bored enough to try carving it into something more worthy of a temple. Bones and hides littered the earth, piled into random corners, blood splatters old and new decorated every surface. From every entrance, the smell of blood was pungent and strong, and those with good ears would be able to hear the echoes of cries and sobs from deeper below.

There was a baddie there, a broom in hand, sweeping idly at the dust and debris, a sisyphean task. When the blood god appeared, he squeaked in terror and fled, running down on of the tunnels as fast as his feet could carry him.

“I’m not sure you want to be here,” said a cheerful voice, the owner a young Dark Angelic, hanging upside down in midair, grinning from ear to ear. Though Eminor figured, judging from the blood splatters and delightful aroma emanating from the guy, he was better equipped to fit in here than most.

There was a rumble from deep below, the whole temple shuddering.

“Oh,there we go, you woke him up,” Eminor laughed.

There were other watchful eyes gathering, their forms partially hidden in shadow as they waited for Malum to appear.  

[Uta]

Sanguis admired the blood that covered almost every surface -- some old, some new, and all of it just a touch familiar to the God. A welcoming feeling, really, that dredged up sentimentality in the god. How fine a use -- pretty as a picture, and tempting to all the senses. Never did he mind the bones or the hides, or the screams and sobs -- overall, a very serviceable abode, if Sanguis had ever seen.

The squeaking of the vibrant blue baddie didn't draw Sanguis' attention or notice. The dark angelic that spoke to him did finally draw his senses to the present. He looked up at Eminor, spiked tail giving a small twitch thoughtfully as he considered her words. "I am quite sure of it," he countered easily, fangs gleaming. Even as the temple shuddered, and shook, Sanguis hardly moved. He was not alarmed by whatever being might rise up from the depths. He did as he pleased, after all.

"He certainly knows how to make an entrance," he stated. "Fitting for the overall mood of the place," he noted with a hint of amusement. He'd take note -- perhaps his own temple could use a bit more than blood. Screams? Shrieks? Fear? All delightful but... perhaps not entirely Sanguis' brand of fashion.

Ruriska

 

[Ruriska]

Eminor laughed. “Yeah, he does.” His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, eyeing off the god. The first god he’d seen up close that wasn't Malum. Their father wasn’t exactly keen on visitors or anyone intruding on his turf. And he certainly wasn’t making social calls. This guy would have to be here for a reason, surely. Nobody would just wander into a crazed demon god’s temple on a whim. Or maybe this guy was madder than he appeared.

“Well, good luck,” he said, giving the god a salute before he drifted further up into the shadows, to watch the show.

As for Malum, all he could smell was blood. It had woken him instantly, the exact second the other god had entered his domain. Normally he liked the smell of blood but this scent clogged his nose, as if infused with the power of the one it emanated from.

He felt the intrusion like an itch, irritating.

The temple shook with his rumbling growl as he rose up, from deep below where he’d been curled in the darkness, passing through the solid rock earth as it was nothing. It was nothing. One great clawed arm rose up from the ground in front of Sanguis, taking hold, ripping deep furrows into the rock as he pulled himself up and out.

Then he stood before the intruder, his hulking form swathed in darkness as if it repelled the flickering torchlight.

He eyed the other god with a hunter’s gaze, up and down, clearly considering if it was worth just cutting him down. But eventually he rumbled out a simple, “Why are you here?”

Uta

 

[Uta]

Sanguis watched with mild interest as Malum pulled himself out of the rock and earth before him. He was darkness incarnate, and though Sanguis was a god, he knew his power was more limited compared to the racial deities of the world. At present, though he had little fear of the other, he was not here to cause any disrespect, either.

"Long have I slept," he began, letting his glowing gaze meet the others with his usual self-assurance. "I could not help but be drawn here, and wished to meet the illustrious god who possessed such an intriguing temple." He looked around, and added with a dip of his head, "If it might please you, I could well refill your coffers with blood." A solid offering, and of the finest quality, bar none. Some liked to drink it, others liked to spill it, and Sanguis had more than plenty to go around. Some needed it to for life, while others demanded it for death. Honestly, Sanguis was both pleased and surprised to find his domain in demand on both sides, good and evil. While not every being needed blood, and gods most certainly weren't affected -- Sanguis was here both out of curiosity, and in an attempt to make new ties. Much had changed, and he had a vested interest in calling on those that seemed tied with his domain.

Business as usual, really.

Still, Sanguis was not unaware of the others power. He wasn't here to cause chaos, and if the other wished him away, so be it. If he found himself in over his head, so soon upon waking, than what a droll conundrum that would be. Such was the risk of participating so actively in the world of gods and mortals.

Ruriska

Sorry for the short tag!

 

[Ruriska]

There was a very long silence as Malum watched the other god, weighing up his answer. He knew well how fickle whims could move someone, as he too often acted without consideration. If some place interested him, whether he was welcome there or not was not something he’d ever concerned himself with. But very rarely was he on the receiving end. Gods usually didn't stumble into the temple of another with so little thought.

“Illustrious,” he repeated the word, an amused rumble. His tail uncoiled, swept across the ground, disturbing the dust and bones. His gaze flickered left and then right, as if judging the amount of the blood his temple contained and whether any coffers needed refilling.

“No, need,” he said. “There is enough blood.”

On cue, a kat dropped from the ceiling, dropped from an invisible source. Though Eminor’s laughter drifted from the shadows. The Baddie was still alive, though barely. Broken and bloodied, just clinging to its existence. Malum reached out, ever so gently picking the poor tortured soul up and cradled it in his grasp like a child.

“Blood is just a by-product of pain.”

He then held the kat out, offering it to the other god, his gaze focused, hungry and cruel.

“Show me.”

Uta

 

[Uta]

Sanguis felt nothing for the Fae that dropped before him, though his eyes burned with mild interest as the demon god spoke. One, crimson brow arched, and he had to bight back a small scoff at the others response. Instead, he smiled a fanged smile, "There is no such thing," he remarked, his amusement clear. To Sanguis, blood was the beginning and the end. While there were plenty of beings and creatures that did not need blood to survive or thrive, there was an equally vast pool of beings that did. "There can always be room for a little more," he stated matter-of-factly, and was surprised the demon god had no wish of more.

To each their own, of course... but Sanguis was not offended. Perhaps Malum was a guts man, or preferred the crunching of bones, and the shrieks of pain and terror.

As Malum offered him the tortured fae, Sanguis' eyes glowed a darker red. "Looks a little used up, don't you think?" He stated, reaching out a claw to poke at the poor mortal. How the Fae had come to be in the demon's possession he did not know, nor did he care to know, but he would at least do Malum a solid. There was a shift of power, and the blood pool at his feet contracted for a moment before returning to its gentle lapping around Sanguis' feet.

At first, blood poured out of the fae--his eyes, his mouth, his nose, his ears, and even out from beneath his claws---taking every ounce out that he could. If that was all he'd done, the Fae would not have made it, and he would have been nothing but a shriveled prune of dried flesh and sinew. But Sanguis was not as heartless as that. For while he flushed the other clear, he also gave the Fae blood anew....filling and plumping the other up with something fresh, something new.

With the gift renewed, any disease or infection within the blood was cleansed; wounds were suddenly scabbed over. It wasn't a perfect patchwork, but his blood magic had its uses.. and for Malum, the vessel was fresh and ready to be re-drained. "Are you quite certain your coffers are all filled?" He asked innocently.

Perhaps he had pools of blood... but there were bodies Sanguis could easily re-fill.

"Try some," he encouraged, assuming the god had a taste for the crimson liquid. As for the old blood, he looped it around his wrist and created a few bloody bracelets. Eventually, his blood pool would consume the wasted material... but for now, he'd keep it as a fine accessory.

Ruriska