#× ░░☾ a creation of the gods; for mortals to play; they will soon ascend; let their truths be heard ☆

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A DEITY & THEIR YAK : REBUILD ARC. Dawa, after the successful color collection and lulling of The Motherland people, they were alone with only animal life and even then they were sparse, slowly drifting off to a permanent sleep. The new godling, a deity with unknown powers and an agenda bestowed by divine afflatus was now tasked with watching over the decay and dismantlement of their world. The dismantlement process was a grand ordeal as mountains and large masses of land began to shift and crumble, floating into the air and dispersing. The fields exhaled plumes of smoke, breathing through geysers. Forested areas warped into different shapes, geometric and impossible and flowers would bloom just about anywhere. Deserts held the remains of prayer flags for miles and the beaches caught falling stars. Their mythical world that existed somewhere within a realm of deep religion and spirits finally resumed it’s cycle by ushering in a new God, Dawa. The Motherland, like a broken machine, was stuck in one place as a cog became rusted. They did not move on with life, the people of the motherland putting too much faith and responsibility in their deities who were only sent to watch over and protect against the unknown. Now that the deities are gone and every living and dead soul alike were collected by Dawa, the cycle of death and rebirth, innovation and advancement can begin.

Dawa, during the period of simply watching their world die and regenerate, became lonely very fast. In solitude with their emotions and mixed feelings on their pending status of a certain divinity, they feared for their own health and wished to have a companion on this like and strenuous journey. Thus the yak Jinpa was found. A young yak who was found in a heard of sleeping giants, the beast was large but not overly rotund. Still a youth but resilient against the cycle’s ways of culling the herd, Dawa offered to the yak to be friends. Which the yak agreed after some persistent convincing. The two of them did not get along too well at first, Jinpa the yak being stubborn but ultimately generous at heart. The yak would be fitted with a fabric saddle, ceremonial bobbles and embellishment as well as enchanted accessories that would help them in different areas of the world where the terrain and atmosphere may be difficult to traverse. So the two of them set off on their journey, seeking enlightenment and self forgiveness and love.

During their travels Dawa and Jinpa found the remnants of the perished Myraid Gods in forms of gargantuan, towering pieces of themselves. From heads to hands, snake fangs and wolf skulls, their beings crumbling like broken stone and marble. Some turned to dust while others turned to gold and other valuable resources. The Heathens were also found in faint appearances throughout the world. The Heathens being entities long before the creation of modern deities, prototypes of sorts and many of them resenting the gods who made them. A needed representation that no matter their divinity or belief in their own greatness, there will be those who oppose you, those who loathe you, and it is just something a God will have to deal with. The Heathens are a fairly constant yet abstract feature of the Motherland. They can take the form of most anything and some of them even willingly helped the end times. They can be considered demons, ghosts, malevolent spirits, anything and all evil back when the Motherland was still alive. Dawa met several of the Heathens on their journey, met with mixed reactions by both Dawa and them.

Overall this arc has a lot to do with thinking and reflection. Reflection on one’s actions, their regrets and remorse, their anger and despair, small glimpses of hopefulness and forgiveness, and looking forward to the future. It also holds a place of peace and occasionally boredom. It’s days after days, years after years of nothing to do but sit and relax. It would be a much needed break if Dawa were not such a busy-body. 

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Dawa doesn’t have any love interests in their official canon, but in alternate canons/aus they have 4 thus far:

Trumeur ( he/him, trans man ) monochrome knight to his every-colors enlightened. childhood friends. Dawa is fire and he is made of the ash of everything they burned. he is their escort as Dawa is considered a ‘war talisman’ a ‘good luck charm’ based primarily on superstition and taken to every major battle. witnessing the slow decline of their physical and mental health, the knight can’t help but worry. the brightest burn out the quickest and he would be fine smoldering away to embers with them.

Etha ( she/her + they/them ) a heathen and the god. a warrior who was known to have the highest body count and none have been able to defeat her. only when she became so prideful as to attempt and slay the myriad itself was she destined to fight endless echoes of war for eternity. enemies to lovers. she and Dawa travel together on one leg of Dawa’s pilgrimage to the end of the world. the anguished and the light at the end of the tunnel. mutual respect between redeemed humanity and a falling star.

Naga ( he/him ) a snake cannot warm itself. he was a criminal turned monk and worked directly under the death presiding deity. Dawa came in as a new deity and a lot to prove. a bit of forbidden love, a bit of friends to lovers. separated by humanity and divinity. but Dawa was once human too. thankful for the lightgiving warmth, the life-giving essence that allows the world to be green and lush. a constant will they - won’t they and dreaming of a life beyond this one where they can live mundane and free.

Cyerulian ( he/they/she ) the warlord who would scorch the earth completely for the sake of his beloved. an arrogant, selfish, hedonistic, and cruel man dressed in red and gold meets the finest artisan of the woven kind. they met young, Cy immediately inciting the courtship of a little known war god, and the godling was taken by his passion and swagger. soon the two would be swept into an eons long love affair spanning many lives. The sun in the sky and the fire on the earth that wishes to burn as brightly as it. 

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how does your muse handle grief ?

☆ HEADCANONS; misc.          thank you @shedivine !!

NOT WELL !!   Dawa’s main coping mechanism with anything really is avoidance. And when it comes to grief, something they’ve dealt greatly with within their original canon, it’s often met with avoidance. Both physically and mentally removing themself from the source of the discomfort and difficult emotions. During their time curating the end they were literally face to face with the mass-death of their world. They had to act as a leader and present themself as confident, refined, and charismatic to their people in order to beckon the end gracefully and as kindly as possible. There was a lot of death. Loss of friends and allies, either naturally through the process put in place or violently without notice. And every time they wanted to sob and cry and basically through a fit. But they knew they couldn’t. Not publicly, not in private, nowhere. So throughout that time they just detached themself. It actually impacted their personality a bit. Dawa was an extremely anxious person in their younger years and through the first portion of their campaign. But over time they learned how to push it down and repress, usually focusing on another task or pushing aside their own well being to distract with something else. 

Post-end when they are completely alone, their only company being the sparse and far apart wildlife and their yak, is when it all comes crashing down on them. But it’s a hopeless situation to them. It’s not as though they have anyone to really talk to. Dawa has a habit of rambling to Jinpa (their yak) about their feelings and the anguish and uncertainty but that only works as a vent. So really their main coping mechanism is SLEEP. They sleep constantly. Literally years of slumber to avoid their responsibilities, their feelings, their grief and anguish. It passes the time. The Myriad no longer speaks through their dreams because The Myriad is dead. So they find solace in the deep, dark expanse of their mind. The passing of time holds no meaning there. It’s as close to death as they can be.