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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Steampunkette" data-source="post: 8338886" data-attributes="member: 6796468">That's why I picked religion, first. You can drop Proper Nouns into a Myth and they just -become- a part of the world no questions asked.I'll be expanding on these over time, I think.In the days before the great flood drowned the city of Musarra, when the First Kings still ruled the world, the Beast grew petulant and wild as the borders of civilization crept into the wildlands. Oh, he would not be contained within the walls of Mankind, this had been decided. But as the walls of the different cities drew near, he felt confined by their borders. And so he sent the great bull Ukada, Brother to Night, The Wall-Cracker, to destroy the fledgling cities and save the wilds for wild things.Nameless villages fell to Ukada, in a string running toward Musarra and it's neighbors. And seeing this horror galavanting through the world, this threat to the fabric so carefully woven, to threads that would be cut short by a hand other than her own, the Weaver chose to offer great power to a hero of the people.His name was Isra. And into him flowed the strength of those that Ukada had destroyed. Into his muscles their strength. Into his heart their lives. Into his mind their knowledge. And he knew the great bull before he saw him. Viewed through the eyes of the countless mortals Ukada had killed. He saw it's every motion. He saw it's mighty strength. And he knew to overcome it would require all that he had been gifted.And as Ukada approached Musarra, he found Isra standing in his path. Enraged, the great bull charged the Weaver's chosen, but struck nothing more than air. For Isra knew not to remain near the bull's path. Knew to jump when his head was low and his eyes blinded by the angle of his horns.For six days and nights they fought and wrestled, once Ukada's deadly charge had failed. Isra never let the distance between them grow anew, and instead took hold of the bull with his hands. Against each other they crashed and raged, shattering bones, tearing flesh. But on the Seventh day the battle stopped. For Ukada had been broken to much, so many times, that he stood as a man. And saw as a man. And felt as a man. For Isra had put all of his heart into the fight, and the hearts of all those Ukada had killed. He had attacked the Bull with reason, and the thoughts of all those who had perished beneath the horns. He had not only broken Ukada's bones with his great strength and the strength of those who had died. He had reformed him into something new.In the depths of the wildlands the Beast roared in terrible anger, his champion defeated. While Isra and Ukada, the first Minotaur, became dear friends and companions on many quests to come.-The Chronicler-You just added a new monster or animal, new flowers, and architectural stylings with this post.</blockquote>

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