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How the People Came to Be
🕑 Added 2025-06-17 16:00:10 +0000 UTCHow the People Came to Be
A Kelsirian Origin Story
Once the world was done, the gods set about populating it with their children. Beings not so much in their image, but in their inspiration.
Ever quick to conclude, Danirag of the Fast Pleasures was the first to place his. The Ashina Tora Dicamar. Small creatures almost more interested in reproducing then eating. By the time the next god placed his child, Danirag’s had nearly overrun an entire landmass.
Helrarvnir, of the swift swipe saw the Ashina Tora Dicamar, and knew they would be great prey, so brought forth the Krori Hosmi Houran. Quick of claw and pounce, and always hungry. Over the existence of the world, their rivalry brought about many beings as Danirag attempted to come up with one that would outsmart his brother’s, but lacked the patience to see most of his attempts through properly.
Helrarvnir, on the other hand, always made efficient hunters, but, fortunately for the other god’s children, all share their maker’s narrow vision, seeing only the beings they were made to hunt as their prey.
Pelterostafey of the burdens made a being low to the ground, and wide of back and strong of legs. Beings who troded along without slowing, or gaining speed, and who, the other creations quickly learned, could carry many of them without ever noticing.
Gezbiliam of the quick thought and faster chaos made a being which seemed, and this may very well be what she did, made of parts of other creation. The Groutirak Derany Frovar has the hind legs of the Trovam Vita Ashim for long leaps. The agile tail of the Prit Simar Kram for holding onto branches and each other. The head of the Harak Nialis Frew, flat, but of vicious fangs. And it’s insides might be from one of the children of water, as that it where it goes to lay them, instead of making a den and caring for them.
The last to be done with his creation, was the first of them. Thuruksamian, the Father God. The one who brought his siblings and lovers into being. Ever patient, he worked, leaving many attempts on his workbench until, finally, this children were made.
Unlike with his siblings, and possibly because he, as first, was endowed with reasonable amount of pride, they looked a lot like him. Gezbiliam was quick to point that out on seeing what he’d made.
He scoffed. After all, if he’d wanted them to be like him, he would simply have brought forth more siblings.
But what they were, in his eyes, was perfect. His children would be beings of love and joy, of completeness and understanding.
Gezbiliam haded them.
She hated their perfection. All that love, that joy. That was so…. Boring.
She had a solution, though, and the madness to go through with it.
When Thuruksamian handed his creations to Salmialie of the swift feet and swifter mouth to deliver them to the world, Gezbiliam waylaid him by brining him to her bed. Salmialie didn’t question the act, no matter how often she had denied him with scoffs and harsh words.
She was finally sharing herself with him and he made Danirag proud with how much pleasure he took in the process. Which he took to exhaustion.
She set to work as soon as slumber took her brother.
She could simply destroy them. It was what such creature deserved. But that would engender a level of anger in her brother she wasn’t mad enough to want to confront.
And where was the fun in that? It would be done and over if she destroyed those abominations, while what she did would sow chaos among them for as long as they existed.
She took two, and switched their Hearts, making them incomplete. Once she had switched all the pairs, she mixed the creatures around so that no pair was next to one another.
Never complete, they would be, she rejoice. Always wanting.
She closed the package and made it as it had been before she opened it, then vanished.
Salmialie didn’t question waking alone in his sister’s bed. He didn’t have the time. The dalliance had cost him nearly all the time he had to delivered his brother’s creation to the world, and he didn’t want to be late. As understand as his lover was, Thuruksamian would chastise him, he would definitely be angry at Gezbiliam. And he didn’t want that.
He took the package and vanished.
He appeared on the world at the exact moment he’d promised the delivery would be made, and he placed the box down, opened it, and spent some time marveling at his lover’s craftsmanship. He truely deserved to have been the first of them.
Then he left to tell the others of the amazing work.
It would be a time before Thuruksamian would become aware of Gezbiliam’s work. After handing his creations over, he set about crafting others. Not because he thought he could do better, but because creating was what Thuruksamian did. The day he stopped, was the day it ended.
He still paused here and there between creations. And during one such pause, he decided to check in on his creations. Curious as to what beauty they had been up to.
He found them warring among each other. Decimating the other’s creations. Laying waste to the world.
He stopped them, unable to understand why they had done such things.
Until he noticed they were no longer perfect.
He quickly traced the flaw to its instigator.
Thuruksamian raged. He raged so much the world shook. The skies caught fire, and his rage destroyed nearly all that had been on the world.
He nearly destroyed his lover when Gezbilian, smug replied to his accusations with: “But they’re so interesting now.”
Gezbiliam’s sister, and Thuruksamian’s first among mates, stayed his hand with quiet words for him, and him along. When she was done, he looked at Syntarina, and knew doubt for the first time. Knew that maybe his pride had brought this about more than Gezbiliam’s madness.
He had already punished her, so enough had been done.
He healed the world, gathered his children and gave his commands.
“Live, and seek joy. Hunt and seek nurrishment. Love and seek pleasure. And for those brave enough, or unsatisfied with what they have, there is a hunt waiting for you. Hunt for your Heart, and find contentment.”
