Despite the fact that the nature of things was going rather well in Uburra-Namall's extraplanar lair, she and her siblings were more than happy to return to the mortal plane. When they made landfall on their mountain home, they were greeted by Vai, Khadai's handmaiden of Pride.
She knelt before Uburra-Namall and said her salutations, with her six sisters gathering behind her.
Uburra-Namall returned her daughter's salutations and asked, "You have news for me?"
"Yes, milady. My sisters and I would like to know...our jobs are fulfilled with the animals and the flying and swimming and creeping things of this land; but certainly we are meant for greater jobs than tending to
them."
Uburra-Namall shrugged, and Vai continued, "However, this leaves us all perplexed. I am Pride, but
you all are
immaculate. Prasim is Greed, but
you have it all; you want for
nothing. Desra is lust, but any lover you desire after would easily be yours. Eda is Gluttony, but you eat
only when you
desire it. Nasta is Wrath, but
YOUR wrath is insurmountable. Slomna is Sloth, but your stamina endures
forever. Indiva is envy, but who have
you to be jealous of?"
Uburra-Namall looked to Vai and the others, "What is this to mean? You would like to mingle among lesser beings? Among the subjects I am soon to create?"
Vai made certain to put her suspicions to rest, "We wish to mingle among those who would benefit from our services. We want only to please you...I know you would be proud to see your subjects offering you praise and adoration. And who would we be to deny you
that?"
"Mortal men would
burn in their lust for you..." Desra chided sweetly.
Indiva added, "And women would be
sick with envy of you..."
"And I would gladly be your emissary, Lord Jissei..." Nasta volunteered, a wicked grin growing.
"And your enemies would grow
fat and
homely..." Eda added.
"And lazy..." yawned Slomna.
"And be
consumed with desire for your unattainable treasures..." smiled Prasim.
Uburra-Namall chuckled, with the thought in mind, "Indeed you ARE my daughters, young temptresses...but still, who would I be, as an agent of love, to harm poor mortals with your effects? How could I live with myself?"
Prasim strode up to the Mistress, Slomna trudging slowly behind her. The two began gently massaging either shoulder, and Prasim whispered sweetly, "Dear lady, we desire only to be of service. To pamper you. To please you, and treat you to the luxury you deserve...rest, Mistress, rest..."
Greatly tempted by the proposition of others living out entertaining and exciting lives for her to enjoy, observe and patrol, the elder goddess sunk down into her cloud-soft couch, enjoying her pampering to the utmost. How much she enjoyed the idea of being adored and respected by these lesser beings to come. And so...it was settled. She would begin immediately to contemplate how she wanted them to look.
Aesthetic, good-looking things, no doubt. Females within the height range of she and her sisters (and her daughters), males about the height of Jissei. Shape perhaps could vary, but pretty much in the same range as well. Hair color and eye color perhaps posed the only true challenge. A rainbow of aesthetics pranced through her mind as appealing skin colors. An entire spectrum seemed lovely and handsome as hair colors. And eye colors could be nearly any, Uburra-Namall thought.
And so that would be that. Whatever colors came to mind would clothe her lovely creations. Some blue, some red, some green, some spotted, some striped, some dappled; but very seldom would these new people come across a dull color, or a hue that matched another. Perhaps she would even allow colors to indicate the good within; their personality, their talents, who they are compatible to mate with.
Oh, the mating to be done...for them, she would think of some very...creative ways to keep them interested in reproducing. They would be the smartest things on the island, and able to make their home in many environments, and cunning, and capable of many new skills that other creatures simply did not have. Not even others of their same intellect.
They would be, by far, her best creation. And by the time she would be finished imagining, they would be--
She stopped her brainstorming, as a sound came from below. The others thought to rush to battle stations, to fend off the intruders, but Uburra-Namall stayed them...A smile crept slowly across her face, and she was pleased to hear that her very imaginings had already come to fruition! Below her, a tribe of dancing, naked tribesmen and tribeswomen, calling out to greet and praise their creator.
And when she had made things ready and presentable, she would go down to greet them. Time to make them civilized.
(Ten [10] points minus eight [8] for Create Race, leaving me with two [2] points)
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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