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When the world came to be, as a barren shapeless desert, he was one of the first to come to be within it. Ehl, the owl god who could conjure up storms, create snow, winds and oh so much more. I had designed him in his originality as someone with purity in all his being, his assigned letter being L for its sound, reminding one of the Lord of Christianity.
In his purity he looked like a young man, serene at all moments, ready for anything, his skin white as milk, and yet his signature color being that of a pale blue sky; His clothes only being a long skirt, that came to cover his waist and hide his feet; His hair and blood being of the same color as the cloth which hid his feet, a pale, beautiful, white blue.
My original intent for him was his death, so that life would only come to be rules by chaos, an absolute free will that would eventually come to destroy the universe i had created.
But times change, and so did he, his design became more serious, more paranoic and violent, until it settled into stoic. That surely is our current Ehl.
A gigantic non-owl, a god that resembles the Owl, however remaining entirely humanoid, he now is covered entirely in feathers, only excluding his mouth, cheeks and nose. His wings spanning the size double his torso, which when correctly closed would seem like a cerimonial dress which covers his entire torso down to his feet; His face feathers. which cover enough of his eyes to not allow for anyone to see the windows to his soul and yet let him see anyone else's.
And yet despite his changes, one constant remained in his life.
Through all iterations... Nile, his champion, now an Owl like him, never once abandoned her beloved god.
So i show you this poem, teasing their story together.
Had there been darker days than this?
I had told her my simple wish
For her to let me die in my eternal snow ditch
And yet she insisted, a new flame,
someone new to make me tame,
A new drama, a trauma, repetition, a biz.
A small, fervent owl, fighting me;
fighting me not to harm but help
a tired old man that could do nothing but yelp
through the pain in my wings
one that dared to never cease.
She dared defy a god, a tired old owl
all for a fervent kindness,
she will be my champion,
a reminder of aurora's brightness
Another "lost" with her own passion.
Nile, river that will forever flow;
Be it summer or be it winter
Please let my love for you linger
And your love for me... let it forever show.
Written by: Mili (Fleur Chrysaliz de Souza)