Anthek Vi'dürm

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A life draws to its end. The darkness seems endless until the dawn arises and washes away the pain. Waves of cold drown your conscious as you slip further into the abyss, and finally you know death. But life continues on, as it should, and this God’s purpose is to make sure it does. So as he sets the sun and lifts the moon, all will know that if anything should go ary and the world should cease, it will start with him or because of him.

While Tantoa presides over the energy that keeps your soul spry, even death will come and leech it away. Either slow and smooth, long and tortuous, or easy and swift. Oftentimes Anthek will often rather than not, be mocked in his prayers for taking away beloved family members or leeching away a life that still “had time” according to the mortals. As the seemingly oldest and wisest of all the gods (though Gozgriz and Tantoa even often begged to differ), Anthek found it rather curious (if not pointless) to berate a God for doing its job, it’s needed duty. But nevertheless, the prayers of mourning, beratement, or outright hate among the few that actually thanked him for his existence; still fed him at the end of the day, so he settled his practically nonexistent emotions.

Anthek himself often said that if he didn’t need the mortals to keep himself immortal he would’ve already rid them from the planet they occupied. As master of the transportation of souls to the lands beyond that, they often considered “Heaven” or “Hell” (among other names), he found their planet fruitfully boring and even the mortals that occupied it boring. They were weak, puny, and had a time limit. One flick of his paw or various other limbs in his various shapeshifting forms and they would die. What was the fun in that? How Tantoa managed to find amusement with them, how Stolthet butted heads with Gozgriz over them, how Noronus still managed to be fond for them despite the past, or how Lavosa often lived out the entirety of their life-spans with one of them. He didn’t understand it, nor did he want too.

Curiosity over such a weak creature wouldn’t lead him far at all, so Anthek would stick to his soul-keeping and manage the time of their world. But that is all he would do. For how long, he wasn’t sure, considering all the other gods had fallen to the whims of the mortal world.

This god takes on the form of a crow, rarely at times seen scavenging the remains of the dead. As he flies heavenward, some say charcoal colored wings have a gold glint, as if dusted, at the very tips.

If you pray upon this god, you have a chance of being blessed or punished. Keep this in mind when bowing your head.

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Plot/Monthly Updates;

- Chapter One
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Gold feathered wings flapped against the wind, his immortal presence unknown to those of mortal hearts. His protruding beak pointed in the directions of multiple wolves who had grown old and creaky. He had watched them day and night, waiting for the opportunity to bring their soul to rest; but the day seemed far off as both of the charcoal males kept themselves preoccupied with work and family. Their days were counting down, each second passing by a step closer to burial. No one could escape death and Anthek was the harvester to pluck soul from body. He knew the exact day and time of day their fall, and where to bring their essence to rest.

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- Chapter Two
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Unfeeling--as per usual even regardless of the 'happy' season. He couldn't bear to watch it-- but at the same time, he was forced too. Young lives were snipped and their energies taken before they even had a chance to grasp it, while others managed to make it long enough before getting separated from parents which spelled their untimely doom. Though--in the back of his mind, he realized early on that Entrite and Noronus' powers were sweltering--alongside a new one he couldn't recognize. It was confusing and applied a certain pressure as the usual 'leader' of the group of Goddesses and Gods to figure out what it was. But how was he going to find it--if it seemed as if it was within another currently higher power?

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- Chapter Three
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It was the first time in all his time of being a God that he felt as if him secluding himself away from the other Gods' and Goddesses' was working against him. How could he have not noticed? How could he not have seen? Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind at a mile per minute. But in reality, he knew why he hadn't noticed. It was because he was too busy focusing upon his duty and making sure that the other immortals didn't get too close. After all, it was a continuous repeated habit--one that he can't even remember ever stopping. But with the arrival of the red-eyed God--perhaps it would be time to break said habits.

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- Chapter Four
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It-- was wrong. The 'it' in this case being, the child of Stolthet and Gozgriz. The gods and goddesses all knew it, we only had to look to realize that the child was, in fact wrong. Born of something it should not have been. But with no words from Stolthet since they had found her and both father and son bonding like never before, not even he could do anything--even as the oldest of all the gods. It was a shame, truly. For both the birth and the plan Gozgriz was sure to have, boggled his old mind more than he wished it too.

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Anthek's Preferred Form;