01 - Blizzard Samba

[selfgodded]

Who: Anant and OPEN
Where: Capricorn - Central Park at Night
Summary: Anant is sharpening their claws - literally - on the demon populace
Warnings: Violence obviously. I'll tone down on the gore, but I can get carried away, ahaha...

Anant had never really seen snow before. It was soft and powdery in some areas of the park, and they simply had to stop and kneel down in it, pushing their hands into the icy coldness and fluffing it up. Little snowflakes drifted down from the sky lazily as well, and Anant would be perfectly content to watch them, sitting in the snow all night if need be, utterly entranced.

But Anant had come here for a purpose, and that was For Exercise.

They were used to being in perpetual movement, in perpetual exercise, and being holed up in one city, bound inside the walls, they felt caged. They felt bottled up. They were unable to use up the power that purred inside of them, and It began to get snappish at them - so Anant went to use it up. The demon populace were allowed to be played with, so Anant chose them as their playmates.

Out in the snowy fields of Capricorn's park, you may see a masked figure wielding glowing, electrified golden gauntlets against a pack of Baihu. The snow had enticed the white furred tiger demons out into the open, and Anant quite enjoyed their lightning quick movements and bellowing roars. If Anant didn't like humans so much, powerful beasts like these would definitely be a close second!

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[andcarryabigknife]

Gale watched the person circling him closely. "I am human. I have the power of Atma, the power to turn into a demon. In my world, I devoured my enemies to survive; since this world has failed to remove my cursed power, I must continue to eat."

[selfgodded]

"A cursed human? I see," Anant stopped before Gale, their yellow eyes staring right into Gale's with a sharp intensity. "This interests me greatly. What changes are there to your soul, to your ambitions, to your thinking, because of this? Can it be called cannibalism? Who knows... tell me, what's your Dream?"

[andcarryabigknife]

"I believe cursed is the best word for it." Yellow eyes were not new to Gale. That Anant's hair wasn't yellow as well was, however.

"I seem to have acquired some 'emotions' along with this cannibalistic urge. My dream..." Gale touched the bridge of his nose. "My dream is to reach Nirvana and meet Lupa's son to deliver Lupa's message to him."

[selfgodded]

"A dream both selfish and selfless, or perhaps wholly selfless, or perhaps wholly selfish," Anant crooned, their voice dropping in pitch slightly with an almost hungry tone to it. "Lupa - Lupa is a human who is special to you, correct? What bonds did you form with that human? Comradeship? Friendship? Lovers? Or perhaps simply fulfilling a favour from a dying warrior?"

[andcarryabigknife]

Gale returns Anant's gaze with twice the intensity, bows slightly furrowed, fists clenching.

"He was a comrade."

Just from his grave tone and expression, it's clear that "comrade" is not a word he uses lightly.

[selfgodded]

Anant prowled closer, almost standing nose to mask with Gale, their eyes delighted. "You seem so passionate. Buried beneath smudges of cold green of sea, but, yes, I can see the depth to it."

With that confusing sentence, Anant backed off, their feet scraping through the churned up, bloodied snow. "A dream for the benefit of another is a beautiful thing to witness. Not the same as a dream of selfishness. It is like, what is the saying, comparing a lemon to an pear? No, hm..."

[andcarryabigknife]

Gale raised an eyebrow, both at the proximity of the person and at their declaration. He had never been called "passionate" before. In fact, most of his comrades would scoff at the very idea. Gale himself wasn't sure what it meant; it seemed to be a word associated with Heat, in his mind, and he was nothing like him. This strange person had a strange opinion of him.

"I believe it is apples and oranges."

[selfgodded]

"Apples and oranges!" Anant crowed in delight. "Yes, their differences are such, yet there is a cord of similarity between them...ahah..."

The delusional God turned away, their head tilting upwards to regard the sky. "I still feel a bit restless, so I shall take my leave of you. I wish to play with some more demons."