The Legend of the Fall

[Foxfairy]

The Legend of the Fall is the title for these true events in recent memory, deemed legends for their impact and high importance. The fight and destruction were roleplayed out by Springmoon, Mengsel and their followers. After much fighting, the two divine beings took matters into their own hands, causing the destruction of the world.

Springmoon growled at Mengsel angrily, teeth bared, wings spread so as to increase her size. "Mengsel, I am tired of your presence and your troublemaking in this forest." Her body assumed a fighting stance, and she bent, ready to spring, flickers of supernatural blue fire licking at her toes.

Mengsel laughs easily - a deeply-toned, mirthless sound. "My Lady, presence I might understand, but troublemaking? I have done nothing of the sort. Why, I have even refrained from killing the foxes that have annoyed me beyond my general tolerance levels." He rises as the wite Vixen does, nine tails rippling behind him in their typical wavelike pattern. "And yet you still single me out." Mengsel places one forepaw forward - not to step, but to give a mock bow. At its lowest point, he peers up at Springmoon with a smirk. "Shall we dance, dear Lady?"

Springmoon circled Mengsel, snarling and barking out a fierce cry. " You have soiled the purity of the land with your mere presence! You have broken the laws of hospitality, you have led creatures against me, you have introduced chaos and mayhem! I can't allow this!" The fox's wings flapped; the tongues of blue flame licked to the tops of her paws. "Yes, dear sir," she said, her voice cold with hate, "I am ready to dance."

Mengsel laughs just as readily as before, pacing evenly to face Springmoon as she walks, across the diameter of the circle. "Purity in a land ruled by one who destroyed her own sisters? Broken the laws of hospitality by offering care to those you do not give it to when they will not conform? I did not lead them; they came to me after seeing you for what you are." He stops and faces Spring, the pendant around his neck swinging from its cord. "Ladies first."

Springmoon's tails flicked with anticipation, each of the nine appendages throwing off sparkles of light. At Mengsel's first move, she would bare her fangs and jump upon him, beating her wings so that the downdraft would force the male downward. Her fighting plan was to grasp for his throat and kill him the old-fashioned way, with a bloodstained muzzle to prove her victory. She would wait, then, until she had tired him enough for that. "Choices are choices. I make decisions for the well-being of the entire forest, not just for those who are closest to me. Nothing can be taken back." She pushed forward, lunging towards Mengsel with her wings spread, to glide and attack his right wing. Her goal was to weaken him as she would a bird, pulling him down as if he were game.

Mengsel's face is drawn into a rare contortion, displaying a hatred to match Springmoon's for a single moment; and then he is swept into the battle, and his features assume their customary, unreadable blankness. He twists away to his left, allowing Springmoon to grasp the feathery layer of his wing but little of the flesh beneath. Capable of charging his entire body with static, it isn't too difficult to direct it all to one place - those feathers that she grasps. With his new position, Spring would land on his middle section, on the right side. He flares the feathered appendage outward, regardless of what happens with the electricity, to relieve some of the pressure Spring's body puts on him, and moves forward. A slight strain for the delicate limb, but a wing is only for flight. It wouldn't kill him to have it broken. He snaps towards her haunch, lips curled back to reveal his teeth.

Springmoon clamped her teeth down wherever they would land, feeling for the wingfeathers. Just big game. Just big game. She would pull on the wing in an attempt to stretch the muscles and rip the bone from the socket. If she suceeded, Mengsel would be severely hampered by the useless appendage. Her flames were licking and undulating along her tails and the length of her legs, and the heat would make it painful for her opponent to grab her. The electricity surged through her teeth, causing her body to go rigid and temporarily locking her muscles, paralyzing her. Still, she threw all her weight into the feathers, searching for purchase. The snap at her haunch drew blood, but she barely felt the pain.

Mengsel immediately closes his wing again once he feels the feathers and a painful patch of flesh remove themselves from his body during his forward motion and Spring's senseless tearing; her teeth would thus find the skin beneath the longer orange flight feathers. When she doesn't retalliate on his attack towards her rear half, he attacks with renewed vigor and leaves her to fiddle with his side, taking the moment she's stunned to his advantage.

Shinkasuigetsu slunk out from the woods, a phantom shadow. She had vanished for a long while, only to re-emerge and find her one companion was locked in mortal combat with another. Eyes narrowed upon the white female. No doubt it was Springmoon, the one whom Mengsel has spoken of, previously. Quietly, she sat at the edge of the void, her single tail writhing behind her.

Springmoon's muscular control returned to her body, and she snarled through her teeth, lashing outward with her flaming hindpaws. The blue flames were extremely hot, and if the superheated claws made contact with the foe's flesh, they would singe off the fur and cause the skin to blister, and char Mengsel's body. Perhaps a stray flame would set him on fire.

Mengsel makes not a sound, even as one of the paws connects with one of his forelegs, flame eating away at the black fur of his shin and the force knocking the limb from beneath him, sending him scrambling for his balance. An error, on his part, and nothing more; Mengsel is unphased, and his blistering foreleg is quickly coated within a numbing case of ice. He releases all holds on Springmoon's body, allowing his slight stumble to merge into a slightly awkward leap away. All four paws positioned on the ground once more (though he mildly favors the scorched left limb as it slowly starts to numb), Meng whirls to face Spring and meet any oncoming attacks, also moving forward to lash at the Vixen's most readily acessable biting point, be it shoulder, muzzle, or elsewhere. Going along with the firey trend, each of his teeth glows with concentrated heat.

Springmoon fell to the ground, dislodged from the wing and taking with her a few feathers. She spits them viciously out on the ground, the flames now covering her entire body. Her fiery coat, however, causes the motion of her wings to be considerably slower, although she beats them to send out searing wind. On four steady paws she assumes a fighting stance, showing her teeth and snarling. Head lowered, and again in a crouch ready to leap, she watches her opponent. She is comsumed with anger, covered with fury from head to toe, just as she is covered with flames.

Mengsel leaps backwards, muzzle steaming as ice breifly coats it to extinguish the singing fur there, as well as remedy mildly burnt lips. He braces all four paws against the ground, watching
Springmoon steadily, emotionlessly. Ice still coats his left foreleg, which bears his weight - though slightly less than the other legs carry. He bears the wind in silence, ice once more conforming to his will and cooling his flesh. "My Lady, you seem a bit heated - if you'll pardon the pun." His 'holier-than-thou' smirk slowly lights up his face. "You truly are frustrated with my innocent care towards those you have abandoned for 'turning,' aren't you.
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Mengsel quirks a brow. "Evil, my Lady? I am the Ambassador, come to bring true Peace to the land, to end the reign of one who would kill even those bound by flesh and blood. You should thank me for being here to end your misery." Mengsel stops speaking once the Vixen moves, and his entire body becomes surrounded by ice, made surprisingly mobile by joints crafted from frigid water, held to his skin by magic to leave no gaps as he leaps forward, angling himself so that Spring meets with the flesh between shoulder and neck while he snaps at her right shoulder; an angry hiss emits from the ice around his body, continuing while the element is constantly replenished. Of course, this doesn't get along very well with the charge in Springmoon's teeth; his jaws clamp closed forcefully by the jolt, with or without Spring's flesh, and his muscles go rigid, as Spring's had earlier on.

Springmoon growls through her clenched teeth. "Ambassador? Ambassador? I never killed my sisters. I prevented them from killing others. Ursurper!" She used her hindpaws to again lash out at his icy coat, channeling as much fire as she could into her feet. The attacks did little damage to either of the combatants, so she began to do what she least wanted to; that was to call forth all the strength she possessed and fire a blast powerful enough to vaporize Mengsel, ice and all. With a snarl she lets go of him, backing off. Her eyes glow, and a mist forms about her mouth

Mengsel draws away as Springmoon does, leaving puddles in his wake. His limbs twitch with occasional spasms, remnants of the shock. He merely stands for several moments, awaiting an attack on his stunned state - and yet it never comes. Recovering himself, Mengsel draws his attention to the fem's muzzle and its curious accumulation. And, once more, laughter trickles from between his lips - though this time those lips are painful with burns. "Ah, at last, you are serious..." Yes... Get angry... Angrier.. "Perhaps you did not kill your sisters, but you certainly could have dealt with them in a better manner, don't you think?" Mengsel takes a few steps backwards, shadows writhing and darkening the color around his orange paws; the ebony tendrils slither up his limbs slowly. "And it does not change the fact that you have cast Kitsune in need away carelessly."

Springmoon's shoulder was torn, though the fangs did not penetrate very far beneath the skin. Her fur, previously white like new-fallen snow and throwing off light like a beetle's wing, was matted; the wound bled profusely. It seems to glimmer with an eerie light, blue like the vixen's eyes. Her eyes, now, were glowing white-hot, and a shaft of light pierced the mist surrounding her form. At once, it seems as if beams of energy are trickling down from the stars and diffusing into the air around her. "Deciever! You Silver-tounged liar, Mengsel. Do you know what you did? Have you any idea?" Her breath is heavy, her head hung low. It appears that a body of light is building in her throat. "You disrupted the sanity and security that this world once was. You tipped the scales of symmetry by adding one more variable to the equation."

Mengsel snickers, almost inaudiably. "There is no Life without Death; there is no Light without the Darkness; there can be no Sanity without Chaos." By now the darkness has consumed the majority of Mengsel's body, counteracting all traces of the light from Springmoon once it crosses the invisible line between the two Avatars. Like angry snakes, the shadows writhe around him with faint, but distinct, hisses. "I did indeed tip the scales - but it is not symmetry disrupted, it is symmetry Created." The mass of blackness continues to grow, beginning to concentrate in a tiny, marble-sized sphere in front of his chest, just above where his pennant dangles.

Springmoon's mouth was filled with the blazing light, a ball of energy wrapped up inside one small fox. She would soon release the thing, a ball that glowed brightly, whiter than anything else ever seen on the face of the earth. She would release it soon, directed exactly at Mengsel. It was made purely of the stuff that holds the world together. "Mengsel, when one symmetry fails another is created, but it not necessarily the preferred balance. I tell you this; I was given this world by my mother to protect from anything that might harm it. I love this world, Mengsel, and to keep it from whatever dire thing you seek to create, I would let it die." The light burns and emits a faint, ethereal song.

Shinkasuigetsu blinked, her tail swaying. For that one blink, her single tail split into numerous tails, and then it was whole again. What she was witnessing was epic, without a doubt. This day would be the day of Mengsel's new reign. Oh, yes, she was quite confidant in him, wasn't she?

Mengsel lifts his head high, golden eyes locked on Springmoon. He looks about as noble as a nine-tailed fox, burned, scraped, and feather-rumpled can look. Like rain trickling into a parched river bed, life seeps into his blank face; his eyes glow faintly within the dark around him, both literally and metaphorically. What emotion? Thrill. Elation. The feeling that comes when one feels his point has been driven home, and cannot be disputed any further. As the shadows and the orb continue their growth, so does the noise they emit - the unmistakable sound of hisses of pain, screeches of agony to which Mengsel adds his own low, rumbling voice, repeating previous words. "There can be no Life without Death."

Springmoon pulls back her head, looking for all the world like some crazed, brilliant kamikaze goddess, ready to sacrifice everything to create everything anew. Like a mouser with prey held tight and ready for presentation. She realized fully that the attack she was planning had immense destructive power, but she had done it before. Her eyes blazed, and beams of light flashed, concentrated and laserlike, through her wound, as if the light within her could stand to be kept hidden no more. With that, she let fly the jet of energy, pure and blazing, within it the strength of her very soul. "There can be no death without life."

Mengsel's body is at last entirely consumed by darkness, leaving only the dim amber sparks to mark where his face lies within; the sphere, large as a melon, suddenly contracts and shrinks into little more than a pinprick-sized dot amongst a final angst-filled cry, seeming to draw away the shadows beneath each tree, each rock, into this miniature black hole. And then it errupts into a flurry of tentacles, groping at the light sent forth from Springmoon; many are lost, but as they are torn away the outline of a central pillar of pure and unadulterated blackness can be glimpsed among the slithering mass, making its way for Springmoon.

[#] The two forces of energy rip at each other, each propelled by desperate will. They form an immensely large orb, one that twists and turns, raging, pulsating and angry. Evenly matched, they emit a faint, grey light. The air is filled with screeching, cries of anguish and anger emenating from the ball.

[#] Suddenly, within an instant, the sphere does a curuious thing; it seems to shrink, then blossoms outward with a terrible roar. In a flash, everything is eaten away, gobbled down by the blasts of energy. Like antimatter, everything is annihilated, destroyed. All has ended. Dapplewood is gone, replaced with the stark lines of the world's web, a parallel dimension supporting the one now destroyed.

[#] With no warning, two beings of immense energy had entered the forest. One was the father of Mengsel, weho had sent his son on the dire mission. The other was the Sun, and mother of all things, Asla.

Asla: What have you done? You've destroyed everything.

Najidiius: Speak for yourself.

Springmoon was speechless, her mouth hanging wide open, utterly spent. Her heart clouded with sickening disappointment; she had not destroyed her foe, but she had destroyed her protectorate. At least, now, there was nothing to take and nothing to save.

Asla let out a mournful cry. " Springmoon, my daughter, I set you out to rule over this land justly and firmly. I set you out to protect it from darkness, and what have you done? You have let it fall into a grey place, where there is nothing left; nothing to live and nothing to die, nothing but the web I created to lay the world on. You have failed, daughter, for you have protected this land, and in that, failed to preserve it."

Mengsel studies the eerie blackness from the corners of his eyes, fatigue grasping at his body - something he dares not show in front of his Father, much less Springmoon and Asla. He dips his head slightly, towards Najidiius. "My Father, all I have done has been in hopes of achieving what you sent me here for... I have wronged you, but only with the truest intentions." Mengsel blinks a few times - the only outward sign of the pain that comes with speaking and further exerting himself. "Forgive me, Master, or kill me, as your will may be." His head is lowered further, eyes closed and mind too numb to find any further speech.

Najidiius growls harshly. "You have let yourself fail before your enemies, son. Killing you would only return you to a place under my paw. I doubt, though, that you would be of any use to methere, as you have proved useful now." He turned to Asla, glaring at her angrily. "Sister, we have both had our children fail us miserably. They neglected their duties. Together, shall we punish them?"

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Asla kept her face turned from Najidiius. "I will never accept you as kin, child of The Pit. with you, I agree. There is no punishment that is harsh enough to chasten these two." She then turned, and drew herself up regally; changing her mind and deciding that it wasn't enough to be aloof anymore, she stared striaght into the eyes of the one whom she despised the most. "I mark these two." She flashed with a glitter of gold and light, then disappeared."

Shinkasuigetsu's placid gaze watched the scene, seeinging history unfold in the simple form of words and gestures. Teal ears tipped toward the Dark Avatar, Mengsel, her one friend. Upon his words, she then looked to Najidiius. Was this truely the one who had sent Mengsel? The quiet Nogitsune wanted to say something, but felt it not the time. Then again, how often did one get the chance to actually /see/ the demon, himself? A simple fox, he appeared to be. No doubt he was so much more, just as Shinka was.

Najidiius stared at the nogitsune as if he could read the minds of creatures less potent. The fox trotted a distance away, limping. From his mouth he belched darkness, from his eyes there glittered a lust for destructuion. "The exterior form is but a facade; it is impossible to see behind a disguise of truth." With a cloud of suphurous smoke, he vanished.

Springmoon sat down, head tucked beneath her wing, facing away from Mengsel. He was drained as much as she was; she could sense it in his stance. A solitary tear slid down her cheek. "Mother..."

Mengsel opens his eyes slowly, staring at what once was ground. Najidiius's words reverberate withink his skull, helplessly trying to siphon what might be 'disguise' away from 'truth,' but too tired to put in much effort. He clenches his teeth, determined not to let himself rest in the open like Springmoon had.

Shinkasuigetsu looked from where Najidiius had gone, back to Mengsel. A nose reached out to touch, briefly, one of his feathers. As if to say 'I am here, Mengsel'.

Molly Starlight Icewater stands there speechless. Four Gods had gathered in the same spot, two dissappeared. A mournful glance at the two avatars. "Is... is the world gone? Forever?" she sobbed aloud, "Wh-what am I gonna do? Huh? Just sit in empty space waiting to die of boredom?!" Her temper rose, quite severely in fact. "Are you two happy now?! There's nothing for either of you to do to anything! Thank you for destryoing the world!" She drifted off into the cosmos with a harumph.

[#] A curious thing happened. Out of thin air, two bangles materialized on the forelegs of both Mengsel and Springmoon. Was this the marking that had been mentioned by their parents? On Mengsel's right foreleg there appeared a bangle with a small hook, as if it was possible to join it to another as a cuff or manacle. It was brilliantly enameled and embedded with blue sapphires plechromatic and blazing, the enamel in feathered patterns of pink, purple and white. The metal was gold. A similar one appeared on the left foreleg of Springmoon, of silver metal, and enameled in black, red and orange; it was studded with drops of glowing golden-orange gems. The bangles were seemingly alive, pulsing and changing in swirling depths.

Springmoon turned after Molly Starlight, calling after her. "Things unmade can be remade, child!" She then noticed the bangle about her wrist. "What in seven hells is this?!" She pulled it to he lips and began gnawing at the ornament.

Mengsel gives no response to Shinkasui, but turns his head enough to gaze towards Molly blankly. What a fool. He and Springmoon had just destroyed the world. How difficult would it be to make one Kitsune vanish? But he says nothing, and merely redirects his gaze to this new... adornment. Disgusting. The white clashes horribly with his prized black fur. But again, he takes it all in silence.

Springmoon muttered to herself. First she was pushed down, now her world had been destroroyed, and now this horrid thing had appeared on her foreleg. She continued to work at sliding it off, but it was simply too tight...

StarTithe was silent throughout the entire scene, awe stricken as well as fearful for her friend. Listening to the two speak, she did not regret trusting Mengsel more so than Springmoon. Not that it seemed to matter now. The Lords showing up was unexpected, she could do nothing more than gaze at the two, being more interested in the darker one, see as he was the mysterious lord Mengsel had refused to tell her much of. Then they two were gone, leaving nothing but their words and the bangles behind. Star swallowed and gazed helplessly at Meng, feeling for him, not pitying him, as her empathetic powers didn't allow that, simply feeling for him. She wanted to do something, but saw nothing to do..

Shinkasuigetsu silently observed the others. Ugh, she undersood Mengsel, now. Eyes roamed the 'web' that remained, her tail flicking into several and then one, again. Well. At least those d**n rainbows were no more. Rising to her paws, the Nogitsune moved to seat herself next to Mengsel, rather than behind him. Apathetic, scrutinizing gaze fell upon Springmoon. The sight of her magenta and white fur put a bad taste in her mouth; as though she had eaten far too many sweets and was now sick of them.

Springmoon whipped around to Mengsel now, her foreleg stained with blood, her body shaking with anger and exhaustion. Stabs of hatred and anger pulsed through her veins; she was overwhelmed with the events of the past few hours. Regain composure. "What are we going to do now?" Her gaze was even, although tears dripped slowly down her face. "Nothing can survive for long on this wasteland, on this barren web. When the net is cast, you can eat the fish, but not the hemp that the net is woven of."

Mengsel looks up at Springmoon. So distracted, so easy a target, begging to be destroyed... He tampers with the thought for a moment or two, before a tremor in his legs forces him to refocus on his balance. By the time he regains it, Springmoon has recovered and turned around. He quirks a brow at Spring, stalling while his mind fumbles for that 'silver tongue' the other Avatar had accused him of having. "One might as well eat the hemp and die with a belly full, when there are no fish to catch. Why ask me, whom you loathe so much? You seemed not to care for my thoughts but a moment ago."

Springmoon sniffed. "If one dies with a belly full of hemp, one is an idiot." She pawed the earth, her shoulder matted stiff with blood. "If something is not done, we all lose. There is no earth, there is nothing. I take it that the stunted fox was your father; you know well the gaze of my mother. I do not know what this marking entails, but it can't be permanant." Talking so openly to her enemy made her feel naked, vulnerable. Stll, she continued, " I propose we do what was done before our time."

Mengsel flicks a single tail. "Then one should not recommend eating it in the first place." Mengsel shifts his paws, weary of standing. "And what such thing, done before our time, are you proposing? That we create the entire world ourselves?" He laughs dully. "It may be possible only by joining, and we would never agree on what should be done. Do you truly wish to put up with me further?" No way is he getting into a deal she's going to back out of and leave him to do all the work.

Shinkasuigetsu perked her ears. Them? Create a new world? The female snorted lightly to herself. Well, at least there would be less rainbows. Without a word, she continued to observe. For a moment, her eyes strayed to the white one next to her. Of all the days spent since her arrival, she only ever met with one: Mengsel. It wasn't until the final day of Dapplewood that she even saw another Kitsune. How ironic. After giving Star a bit of thought, she finally looked back to the other two. They had destroyed the world. And what would they get for it? Neither of them would win; they would have to start things anew, together. As a team. This is how it looked to Shinka, anyways.

Springmoon let her breath out in a low hiss. "I can't do it by myself, and that's something I will admit. We are the only ones with enough strength to make it anew; there is no fit mate here for me, with whom I can make a new world. My sisters are scattered to the winds, my mother has forsaken me. We are both weakened by the fight. I like this less than you do." All I wanted was his power. As soon as he lends me his power... No, that wouldn't be right, to steal his strength...

StarTithe caught the other's glance, meeting it with her own, and with a similar thought. She'd though Dapplewood mostly devoid of other kitsune. She'd met few though, Mengsel, Spring once before this, and once Mengsel's brother, though she forgot his name and what season he was. Also there was another, whom she'd liked. That feline, Sarc, she briefly wondered about him, he was an odd creature and she wasn't sure how he would react to finally seeing his precious web. Then her thoughts ran on, wondering about the other creatures, did they live somewhere? And eventually her thoughts brought a question. Where they even alive? She felt alive, bit that didn't mean anything. She new, more so than most that he mind could fool you. After all, she used other's minds to fool them all the time.

Mengsel, at last, seats himself, back straight and posture only marginally imperfect. But that comes with being exhausted and battered. "I doubt that. But you are right - we are mere creations of the true creators. One alone cannot rebuild the world... We'll have to find some points at which we agree upon, and I suppose build from there." And then he'd kick her off the planet, and show his father that he hadn't failed after all. Perfect. ...How that would all happen, he'd worry about later. Right now... Somewhere to actually stand on.

Shinkasuigetsu will help Mengsel kick Springmoon's scrawy arse off the face of existence. One it...existed.

Springmoon shook her left foreleg, bloodied by her chewing. "I don't know what these are, or what they do. We are marked, but for what reason I do not know." Her foreleg was held marginally extended toward Mengsel. " Are they drawn to each other? Do they repel each other? Do they hamper or help us? All these questions and no answers." Mrr. As soon as this world is created, I'll gather a band of followers and tear his throat out. His blood will be bitter with evil and sweet with revenge for my world. See mother? Do you see? I'm going to bring back was was lost, remake what was unmade, and on your foundations too! " Well, let's start. There should be four seasons..."

Mengsel snuffs softly, glancing at the bands. "As of this moment they are curiosities and poor color coordination, and little else. Worry about them when the time comes." I can't believe I have to work with this ditzy girl. "...Obviously." Pause. "There should be no absurd amount of shimmering objects; rainbows should appear after rain and flowers should not grow in noxious bunches that spread further than the eye can see, or even as far, for that matter."

StarTithe, not being able to get the thought to leave he mind suddenly piped up, multi-hued orbs fixed on Mengsel. "Are we dead?" I made since to her. The world was gone, there must have been an explosion. Or maybe and implosion? Either way it could have easily been quick enough for none of them to know. And maybe there was no after life, or if there was they were unable to go cause they didn't know they were dead. Or perhaps the Lords thought her and the other kitsune unworthy, as their leaders had failed.

Springmoon huffs. I can't stand him! I hope he rots in a void of ten hells. " Fine. Rainbows after rain. The flowers should grow naturally, in clumps, where they wish to." She licked the blood from her foreleg slowly. "There should be grass, and trees, and rivers and streams."

Shinkasuigetsu nodded, agreeing with Mengsel. As if her input would really matter. Her tail flicked to one side. Were the female able to help, she would have. Yet, even the female of nearly 800 years did not know, entirely, what it took to create a world. Ugh, she felt so ignorant, at the moment. Teal ears swerved to the silver and white one as she asked her question. It was probably a good one. Though, Shinka did not seem very concerned with it, for whatever reason.

Mengsel ignores Star's question, yet at the same time answers it. Or at least, thinks his 'explanation' is enough. She'd find a small rock, hardly more than a pebble, hovering above her head if she looked up. Not for too long, though, for it soon drops - presumably on her head. Surely if pain meant one wasn't dreaming, it also meant one wasn't dead? And as for Spring's wish, well. He came from the pits of hell. She'd just be sending him home, so nyah. ...Not that he could say such a thing, as he lacks mind-reading abilities. "Yes, ponds and lakes and so forth. ...There should be creatures, small hunters and prey, to inhabit the world as lesser beings and neighbors to the Kitsune."

Springmoon put the paw down and shoot it with distaste. "The would should abound with living things." She fluffed her wings, although the normal effect was quite muted. The blood from her soulder had coagulated and become sticky in some parts, dry in others. "There should be prey in abundance."

Mengsel, having no qualms with a decent food supply, moves on. What else did this new world need? "There should be toxins and other such dangers, to aid in moderating populations so that they do not cause themselves to suffer for lack of resources."

Springmoon regarded the newcomer with a nod. "Vegetaition, seasons, things that live and things that die, and things that live off of death. I take a mountain, the essence of which is taken from where I descended. Every atom will be the same as from my mountain. . . Let the toxins be known to all creatures from birth, that only the foolish partake of them. As your part in this world, you take a portion of land also."

Springmoon: Let each of us take a stronghold; You a stronghold in the south and I in the north.

Mengsel allows a ripple to course through his tails, for the first time since the world had effectively ended. "So be it." Mengsel falls silent, musing to himself. What more is needed?

Shinkasuigetsu, who had been silent, finally parted her lips. Perhaps the two creators might grant her one wish? "I miss the snows of my home..." she uttered, quietly.

Mengsel adds in, "As there are four seasons, let there also be a separation of two periods - one ruled by light, the other by darkness." A glance towards Shinka. "And snow in the coldest season, such as it was before."

StarTithe glanced sideways at the unkown Kitsune. Snow? Snow was awful. Her desert home had been so much better.

Shinkasuigetsu looked up to Mengsel, a faint smile marking itself upon her maw. Tail wavered, then coiled about her paws. She was content, now, to know she would see snow once more. That is, assuming Springmoon made no arguements against it.

Springmoon: One last thing.

Mengsel lifts a brow. "Go on."

Springmoon: Let the summers be hot and the springs be lush. Let harvests be bountiful. Let all things be balanced- so that neither good nor evil takes utmost power. Hah. When the scales could not be tipped, she could not win- but she would not lose.

Springmoon: Drought, Flood and Storm create themselves. No world is perfect. Let the earth, the earth that lives, decide what it wants.

Mengsel's eyes narrow slightly. Lowered chances of ever being rid of Springmoon. And lowered chances of ever being gotten rid of. "May winters be frigid, and may autumn be cool." A glance towards Star, and a nod towards Spring.

Springmoon nodded. "In the space of two weeks, the world will be remade."