THAT'S THE ORIGIN OF LIGHT!
Kin Name: Dominant
Preference List: Fall, Summer, Winter, Frog 2, Frog 1
RP & Story:
Dominant sleepily made his way to the alcoves where the Helpers sat, joining Undefeated by her fire. The doe was intimidating and more than a little bit scary to Dominant with her strong personality, but all she wanted right now was a story. He could handle that much. The thing was that ultimately Dom rarely told stories, any sort of creative thinking simply irritating and fatiguing him. Stories always felt like effort for no reward and that sorto f effort was one of his least favourite things. Today though he was willing to make an exception solely because he was in a good mood. Besides, here in this grove he'd have a captive audience, which was more than he usually got. People would have to sit there and listen to him speak, forced to listen to whatever he decided was the reason for the motes in the first place and what they were.
Because he was who he was, he decided to steal a story he'd heard someone else tell once, but which had stuck with him ever since.
He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.
"At the start of all things, there was only a darkness. It filled everything and yet it was nothing. Absolute hollow oblivion. It was peaceful, because nothing moved or stirred. It was all potential, all matter, all futures, and it slept. The darkness was a beast which had begun to hibernate long before memory. It slept, it died, and it waited. There was balance, because things were simple and singular, and yet there was disorder because there was no order. It was a good time, beyond time."
He opened his eyes again and looked up at the light starved stars in the sky.
"But nothing good ever lasts. The beast woke up, and its eye was a star. The star was all light, all life. It poured out as though the eye was a hole in the dark, a beacon that flooded the peaceful realm with stuff. The stuff went everywhere, the light spilled in and filled the space, spilled everything and backed the beast into a corner. Another eye appeared, dark and hungry and it pulled in the light, devouring it as fast as the star could produce it. They were evenly matched, one flooding, one destroying, life and death. They circled one another slowly, but always amplifying one another it got faster and faster, they called more eyes, more energy, but every act was countered by its alternate. Light scattered stars in its wake, but the void swallowed so many of them up."
He smirked.
"The dance got faster, and faster and faster, but there could be no winner, no loser. Once again there was balance, every step with its equal. Measured. Boring."
Inclining his head he added.
"But after infinite time, the hungry one deviated from the expected dance. It broke the rules. It stepped left when it should have stepped right. The dance careened off course, they spiralled closer and closer and suddenly BOOM!"
His strong voice, enthusiastic for a change boomed out the sound.
"They crashed. Crashed all together. A crash so big it was unbearable, a crash that spiralled everything they'd made, everything that they were into an uncountable number of bits. Like a lighting struck log, just to pieces, every piece scattered. There was nothing left of the original forces, only an echo of what they were. The little pieces of light lingered, but the hungry thing wanted to eat them up, yearned to eat them still. But no longer matched in a dance, they sought out others to dance for them."
He shrugged.
"The motes are pieces of the first light. The first intrusion onto the darkness."
