[Licking sounds]
Othob Udos, Child
Othob woke up laughing and pushing away the War Dog♀. The boy pet the War Dog♀ and slowly stood up, his bones popping as he ascended. Othob's face was covered by a disheveled leather hood, which he then moved from his eyes. When he removed the leather hood from his vision, he was suddenly blinded with a sudden amount of light. The boy squinted, his heart rate beating fast, and his face brightening into a smile. The strange slices of green tickled his feet as he walked, using the large trees to guide him. The boy had seen trees before when they were brought in to be cut by the adults, but right now, he was looking at them with a smile of admiration. The boy was uncomfortably warm, so he leaned onto a nearby tree and undressed himself while the War Dog♀ kept watch.
Taking off the leather things on him, Uthob realized that the garments that were on him were the traditional Child's Burial Garments, which made him raise an eyebrow. He then proceeded to take off his belt, but as he was doing so, he felt something on his side. A sheath, with some weapon in it. Uthob Udos unsheathed the weapon and revealed his father's legendary dagger, Dax, which was covered in blood. Uthob then looked at the clothes on him. His face shriveled up, his pupils went wide and irritated, his young beard-hairs tingled, and his face went flaccid in that moment of realization and remembrance.
Othob sheathed the knife and knelt down towards the War Dog♀ and hugged it tightly for about an hour. The boy wiped away tears that he shed and got back up and looked to the sky. A large, bright, object that must be the Sun shone right in his right eye, which made him close it immediately, but, to his surprise he watched as a colorful animal shot through the sky.
The boy looked back at the tree, his right eye closed, and felt odd. He looked back into the sky, the Sun covered by a cloud, with both his eyes, and said, with a straight face, "Thank you."
"You're Welcome," Armok said, drinking the blood he borrowed from the StupidHorseGod.
The boy continued to stare for a little, but before long he looked at the War Dog♀, which was jumping up and down his leg. Uthob Udos pet the War Dog♀ on its cute little head, then looked back at the pile of leather clothing before him. The boy chose the ☼Child's Burial Hood (Green)☼, ☼Child's Burial Vest (Black)☼, his ☼Copper Leggings☼, his <<Low Boots>>, and the ☼Child's Burial Gloves (Black)☼, while Uthob deconstructed the ☼Child's Burial Pants (Brown)☼ and his own Cloth Shirt to create a makeshift Cloth Backpack for his journey.
The boy looked around for his home mountain, but could not see any mountain through the thick trees, so he instead chose to walk in a single direction to find a way out of this forest. While walking, the War Dog♀ started growling and barking and crying as a strange cackling sound passed overhead. When Uthob looked up, he saw a flying figure. Hiding in the nearby bush, and having calmed the War Dog♀, the boy watched the flying figure stop following the sound and retreat somewhere else.
After it left, the boy and the War Dog♀ continued on their walk out of this strange forest.
Armok, Cool mcAwesomeGod
Armok sat down with his old friend, Odin.
"I see you are in the horsie's world too, friend," Odin said, drinking a cup of tea.
"Yeah, although I am sure I am there for a different purpose," Armok said, eating the cheese platter in the middle of the elegant table. His manners are not well, so his side of the table is already dirty with crumbs and juice. Odin wasn't bothered.
"Well, I am there for conquest, what about you?"
"Fun," Armok said smiling.
"I suppose that is cool, but I hope our characters do not run into eachother like last time," Odin said, twirling his cup of blood around.
"When did you get in?"
"Oh," Odin said thinking, "about a God Year ago, I noticed a chip of glass on the street," he gulped his drink, spilling a little on the table, "after all this time, I was able to hack into her Jar and input whatever I want since a God Week ago... How about you?"
"A little less than a God Week ago she was out sunbathing the world again, so I just put a piece of my own Jar in hers to hack into it."
"She is a very weak god not to notice," Odin said as his slave filled his cup with their virgin blood.
"Oh, she was off with her husband and threw her Jar of Worlds into her pocket dimension," Armok said, declining the virgin blood as he was full.
"That's why I have been getting poor reception?" Odin said, pulling out his Jar to reveal a very blurry picture.
"Oh," Armok said, pulling out his jar, "let me help you in the reception."
The Gods scooted close together, their dirty, hot, muscular, bodies getting extremely close. Armok removed his shirt, revealing his bulging muscles, and wrapped his arms around Odin, squeezing tight. The God of Depravity whispered words into Odin's ear while Odin slowly closed his eyes and nodded slowly. Armok let go and before too very long, the reception got better.
"I always wondered why our God makes making an oath so hard," Odin said, blood spewing everywhere Armok touched.
"Hey, you know oaths are powerful, especially if we are borrowing Jareception," Armok said, putting on his red shirt to blend in with his blood, "at least neither of us have to die."
"Yeah," Odin said, his slave licking up his blood, "but why can't we just pinky swear?"
"Because our God is a dick among his siblings," Armok said, pulling off blonde beard hairs from his black beard, "I mean, at least we do not have Toady as a god."
Odin and Armok shivered, dreading the thought. Not feeling like talking anymore, they resumed their eating.
Princess Celestia
"So now we do not just have one bipedal thing firing javelins everywhere and killing ponies," Celestia said to her General, "but we also have one that has both overthrown Queen Chrysalis and killed countless changelings?"
The General Nodded.
"Has it declared war on us or anything?"
The General shook his head.
"Then why would I care," Celestia said with a smile and tired eyes, still wearing her jamies, "Maybe it is a nice human, I mean it did kill those bugs."
The General looked at her like a statue.
"What?"
"Don't you remember what I am?"
"Oh yeah, sorry."
"It is okay my liege," the Generals said, "but I think I should leave now."
"Okay..." the General left, "fucking bug."
The Princess then got into her bed and, after hours of listening to nobles and that bug general, slept.