With time, comes change
The smell of ash and smoke spread across the land, the sky darkening as clouds formed and blocked off any sort of sunshine.
It wasn’t a pretty sight, nor did it do any good as the large mostly inhabited forest stood aflame, pillars of smoke and flames rising, stretching towards the sky like it was trying to reach for the sun. War had broken out between the gods and dragons as the fields of trees ended up being their battlefield. Dragon scales were raining from the sky along with ash, spreading tiny bits of color through the grey of the sky.
Hours pass before the sky starts to pour, heavy storm clouds had rolled in to start raining over the burning forest, slowly but surely calming the pillars of fire until they were burnt out.
though peace hadn’t struck the land yet, an uncomfortable quiet laying over the land. neither the sounds of birds nor chirping of bugs was heard, just the crackling of burnt wood falling apart and hitting the ground.
Once the god had its eyes closed, its breath started to shallow, getting slower and slower by the minute until it had stopped, its body resting between the large trees as vines and roots carefully wrapped around its body to reclaim it. Ultimately, the forest god was no more, only a bump of moss and flowers blooming between the roots of the trees.
The falling of one god, however, awoke another one. An ancient being thought to be lost with time like most of the older gods.
Marquez. His name was clear to him the moment he obtained his consciousness. Like a whisper, he could hear his name being said, knew it was his and knew his purpose.
He was the god of war, created to fuel the war between whoever ought to start one. His role was to bring more havoc to the battlefield, take lives faster than any battle itself could. Murder, massacre, slaughter and annihilate whoever would be apart of it. He was not to care whether he was helping one side or the other, just to make sure the battle would end as soon as it started.
His consciousness slipped for just a bit, a body being formed for him to inhabit. Marquez felt his limbs forge together, the head first, a square head with horns sprouting from his nose bridge upwards like Ox horns, thick and strong. His teeth were big and sharp, strong enough to crush bone. His ears long and pointy. Marquez´s hair was a wild mane of spikey plum-colored strands, messy and rough.
His body built-in general was wide and brawny, built to be strong with bulging muscles and large hands with talon-like fingers, though only three and what he assumed would be his thumb talon as well. His skin was tough and rich crimson color with equal colored eyes. The unique things were the gold rings around his biceps and upper thighs as well as the seemingly armored legs he had. it looked like armor plating from his feet up to his kneecaps but Marquez felt that is wasn’t armor, but rather part of his body.
Finally, he could feel, breathe and properly see for himself as he arose from the wet ashes of the burnt forest remains. His stature was quite large, being a good 2,69 meters (8"10)
He could feel a voice whisper in his ear “leave” it said quietly, making him think twice about whether he had heard it or not. “find your purpose within war, pursue what you were made for” the voice spoke to him, now clearer and louder and Marquez was sure that he hadn’t been imagining it. It was right up in his ear, even with nobody around for what looked like miles. He fairly well recognized the voice now. It had been the same that told him his name earlier. The voice belonged to his maker, the one he had to thank for his being and body.
With a final and confident huff, Marquez finally decided to get going. To where? He wasn’t sure just yet. Wherever the wind and voice would guide him would be his destiny for now, since he had no real purpose or knowledge of the land just yet. Once he would find something that he quite liked, he would follow it, but for now, it was just time to get going and explore a lot.
The soft pitter-patter of rain-filled his ears as he felt the small drops of water hit his skin, making him look up towards the sky, not used or experienced with weather cycles yet, as it was his first time seeing and feeling it. it was a strange but welcome sensation, cold but refreshing, so minor yet magnificent.
“the earth is a strange place, isn’t it?” the voice whispered to him again, making Marquez nod before he stopped, noticing that he had stepped in a puddle and could very well see his reflection in it. It took him a good moment to realize that it was, in fact, his reflection, as he was more focused on the feeling of his foot being submerged in water. bending his knees, Marquez got down to sit on the ash and mud to examine himself, dipping his hand into the puddle to watch his reflection distort and change, making him look ridiculous.
“you’ve played around enough now, get going” was what got him out of his trance, his ears lowering a little once he raised again, getting back on his feet to keep walking wherever the voice led him. perhaps he would get more time later to look around and just explore stuff.
