Shub Niggurath (
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"Do you have children?"
The voice seemed to come before the lady, as if the question summoned her, rather than was actually spoken.
Small, demure in appearance, lovely in a way that quickly extended itself into the realm of disquieting. She seemed doll like, unliving and not quite made of flesh.
Little hands resting on a heavily pregnant belly, the woman draped in heavy Victorian dresses of stone grays, off whites and dull sky blues, with that porcelain skin and wild snow white hair, she'd almost look like she was trying to blend into the snow.
"If you do not, do you want them?"
Ah, so it was her speaking, the voice soft and sweet, if... off, in an odd way. A tone that crept up the spine and settled into the neck and base of the skull, like cold fingers pressed against the nape.
The voice seemed to come before the lady, as if the question summoned her, rather than was actually spoken.
Small, demure in appearance, lovely in a way that quickly extended itself into the realm of disquieting. She seemed doll like, unliving and not quite made of flesh.
Little hands resting on a heavily pregnant belly, the woman draped in heavy Victorian dresses of stone grays, off whites and dull sky blues, with that porcelain skin and wild snow white hair, she'd almost look like she was trying to blend into the snow.
"If you do not, do you want them?"
Ah, so it was her speaking, the voice soft and sweet, if... off, in an odd way. A tone that crept up the spine and settled into the neck and base of the skull, like cold fingers pressed against the nape.
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"They serve me, and in return, I serve them as well. I impart the gift of life upon them, and to understand how they create is necessary. I cannot serve them in turn without it. Humans are... simple. An easy, direct process. The few upon earth that look to me as Mother care little for marriage, but... I shall remember this." Expansion, after all, was always a goal.
Even looking away from her, the All Mother's gaze wouldn't leave, as if trying to see past flesh and bone to the rune buried inside Adia's mind.
"I have so many titles. Your kind refer to me, however, as All Mother. Shub Niggurath."
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"It's, um... it's nice to meet you, Shub Niggaruth." She's never heard that name before, but she's determined to memorize it, if only to text Loki about it later. She had promised the god that she'd alert him to anything that triggered her rune, and this certainly qualifies. She kind of wishes that Loki were here right now. She'd feel a whole lot more secure. "I don't want to assume, but... to your worshippers, are you a fertility goddess? Or something else?"
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"I am. The ultimate source of life, from which all Gods are spawned, my children innumerable and powerful beyond compare. Worshipped by billions across planes and galaxies, so many, many races look to me as protector, and mother.
Through me, eternal life is not only possible, but promised, dearest child."
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She's curious, too.
"Eternal life?" she questions softly. "In what way? I've heard of gods who transform their followers. Do you do that, too?"