Roleplay

Sarnor shifted and stirred from their sleep as the sunlight shined upon their pristine white coat. Their head lifted above their paws, facing the sky. Just another day. Another day they couldn't see.. another day imprisoned within this barrier. A low, guttural grunt left their throat as their head lowered slightly. Their breath was icy and could be seen in the sunlight, turning the air around them a bit chilly. Huffing in contempt, their chest glowed brightly in an attempt to keep their body cooled in the heat of the day.

They rose and stretched out, before deciding to go traveling for awhile. Mostly they just circled the barrier, but tried to find neat places within it, even if they couldn't see it. Their ears twitched, anticipating the presence of another god or goddess- surely they weren't alone in here.

Eulabe was wearing her usual armor, and by that she looked ready for anything. Scale cape, large pauldrons, and kapro on her shoulder. He clicked in protest when she left the warm (burning hot) forge to go outside. Of course, some were wearing regular outfits, but others still wore their traditional garb. At least she wasn't being made fun of for the... incident.. anymore.
Kapro stirred, nudging her and looking toward the market area, where wonderful smelling foods and goods were placed. She supposed she had enough currencey to get someting nice.

The sun shined down from above him and he absolutely hated it, this little village he was banned to was to much, the forests, the busy town, that d*mn butterfly over there..it was horrible he absolutely hated it, it was to bright, to happy feeling, to fake...unbelievable. Being outcasted for getting revenge, like the other gods had any room to speak about how he got his was the wrong way, most of them place plagues and made the world shake and crack from beneath ones feet, but he tortured one weak and feeble god if you could call IT that and he gets the boot right in the as*. Sure it not surprising but that doesn’t make him any less p*ssed off.

Michalous currently has his black cloak on with the hood pull over his head, his face covered by the goat skull he wore as a type of mask. The horns wrapped around the cloak and his eyes stabbed through the eye sockets of the skull in a eerily manner as he look out towards the forests not far from the measly village, he stared at where he knew the barrier was, he has tried many a time to break through and escape, it was bloody bulls*it. He would find a way out and he will make sure all those that voted him out would pay and pay they would. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he thought before turn around sharply making his cloak fly out around him before he walked to into the market.

Before he left the ally he was currently in he stop at the edge and looked around him, busy bees some would call the people of this place, though there were gods and goddess thrown into the mix haphazardly, he hated being around this many people he was not a people person.

Rose woke up as the sun shined through her tiny cottage. She opened the curtains and yawned. She got dressed, putting on a dark red dress and a black cloak on. She let her hair curl a bit before putting the hood of her cloak over her head. She walked into town and stared at it.

Aww, it looks so happy, so peaceful, it just needs a little...... hmmm.... hatred maybe? A little conflict there, a little fight there and it will be perfect! Lavender thought.

She waved her hand and suddenly a few townspeople started to get into a fight. She smiled and did a little evil laugh before heading down to the marketplace. She happily walked down, thinking about all the chaos she could cause. Hades would be so proud of her right now, making mischief and causing chaos. She sighed, she had never really met her dad, she had been given to a wealthy adopted family. She knew she had powers, and used them to have fun. As she walked into the marketplace. She bumped into a man wearing some type of bird skull mask.

" Why hello there, I don't think we have met, my name is Rose Delefant, She said. She then leaned in and whispered, " I am the goddess of hatred, my dad was Hades, what about you?"

Waking up, she grabbed her scythe with a grim look. Another peaceful day. Wearing armor even to sleep, the goddess walked out into the streets. A few stared at her, and she pointed her spear like end of her scythe with them along with a glare. Silencing those critics, she continued on towards the marketplace.

Watching two people start fighting after a woman waved her hand, she grinned slightly. Violence was always... Entertaining. Just to make it worst, she flicked her wcyte slightly, making the two even more aggregated. Smiling, she continued her way, hearing the woman saying something about being the goddess of hate.

"Well isn't that interesting!" Her ambe eyes stared through her helmet, a curious glance. "Hatred is truly a great way to start a war...''
((I'm on mobile so sorry for the typos whelp))

Sarnor rolled their shoulders and cracked their neck, standing upward. As they did, their limbs grew and adjusted to ease standing on hind legs. They continued lumbering forward, tail drifting behind them and swaying slightly. Their wandering had brought them to the market as the other gods and goddesses had come as well, a bit uncomfortable in their presence but consoled that they weren't the only one imprisoned. They stopped by one of the market shops simply to eavesdrop on the other conversations. The shopkeep was aware and merely offered a trinket, to which, Sarnor shook their head.

One of the female goddesses nearby spoke. The goddess of hatred. Not surprising how she got here, at least to Sarn. She had a rather pretty name for a goddess like her.. Rose. Maybe she looked pretty too- except the werewolf would never know. The whispers from her sounded like an actual, normal conversation. Their hearing senses had been heightened by their lack of eyes, and could hear virtually anything. They turned slightly, leaning against the wooden counter.

Their attention was somewhat diverted to the fight, snickering. Too bad they couldn't see that either.

Michalous moved from the the ally only to be bumped into by some woman, scoffing he turned his green and red eyes sliced through the air and to the woman as she spoke. He had to bring back his anger slightly and he righted himself standing up straight he fixed his cloak slightly. Though when the woman leaned towards him and whispered that she was a goddess, and that her father was Hades..that..was..unexpected. To think his big bad father sired another but not quite shocking. He smirked slightly under his mask and leaned in towards her, his mask right by her right ear his voice crawled out of his throat knowingly.

“Michalous, sired by Hades as well,...hello dear dear sister” he drawled out condescendingly to her, oh to know he had a sister how interesting but that did not change the anything, just another thing on the list of stupid. Though his ankle was tapped making him glance down only to see a tail, he followed it up to see a creature.

Eulabe saw the fight, nearly drawing her mace, but then deciding against it. Skulking into the alleyway, thinking it would be good to get to the other side of the market and avoid that brawl. If she had her helmet off, it would make her look like a woman, but thankfully noone had recognised her yet.
She glanced up, only to meet a guy with a goat skull on his head. Nearly to run into him. Kapro made a chirp and poked his head up in a friendly manner. She gazed down at him, moving aside a bit too quietly for how heavy her armor was, the scale cape tapping his ankle when she walked past.
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Nebula glared at the village from her spot hidden in the trees. She woke up long before most of the gods and goddesses in this cursed village. She hated it here. The only reason she was even here was because of her stupid sister and her hatred of fear.
" Everything has to be peaceful and happy." Nebula whispers in a mocking tone. She smiles as a fight breaks out between some townspeople. Nebula grins as she flicks her fingers at the general area. She could feel the fear start as some townspeople started running. She grins at the chaos breaking out. She pats Cosmos on the head before sending him out to torment the townspeople. He jumped down from the tree they were hiding in and ran straight into the crowd, causing even more people to run in terror. Nebula did have to admit he looked terrifying. He was a pitch black wolf with red eyes and marks running down his body. He was almost bigger than the average human and had much sharper claws than most wolves.