《Azure Chronicles: Devolution of Ivory》 Chapter 1: Fate Beneath The Scroll The heavy rain roared, falling upon the small village nestled within the lush and dense mini-rainforest of multi-coloured trees as the half-moon loomed overhead. The many biome domes sat in stark opposition to the barren desert of crimson and amber sand, encompassing them like an endless ocean of isolation. The rain fell in droves from the packed clouds swirling above the rainforest, drumming against the ghostly veil that loomed over the treehouse village and sheltering it. As the faint patter of rain echoed against the veil, a faint light flickered from one of the suspended sphere-shaped treehouses, escaping through the small windows placed at each cardinal direction on its roof. The treehouse, a hut-sized construct from morphed wood and coated in maroon-pink paint, was suspended by a dark grey net and secured to a massive tree as the tipi swayed beside the village''s network of treetop walkways. Within the bustling treehouse, a jumbled assortment of scrolls and stacks of various materials littered the main room, leaving only the circular and bed-containing ledge absent of any clutter. Accompanying the soft crinkles, a larger scroll rolled off the ledge, unfurling to reveal its intricate tapestry for the other bound scrolls to see. As the scroll slowly slinked further over the edge, Kruesuno reached out a hand, snagging the rolling scroll and halted it from going any further. He yanked at the scroll, hurling it into the air before it instantly fell back down to dangle over the ledge. "Great...," Kruesuno grumbled defeatedly as he robotically drifted his paintbrush against the scroll. He callously raised his gaze, lifting it from the bottom of the scroll to focus on the dangling portion over the ledge. He furrowed his brows with renewed displeasure, his ahoge aggressively swiping the air and lashing out like a crazy serpent. (Loukruesuno is a humanoid kitsune ego of regret with the appearance of a nine-year-old boy; he has slightly short scruffy pale pink hair with an obnoxiously large glowing rose pink ahoge on his head, golden eyes with five-pointed star pupils, ash white skin, super long pale pink cat ears with five spikes on each ear, super sharp vampire fangs, a super long pink cat tail, and one super large rose pink batwing protruding from his right hip which phases through his clothing) (Kruesuno is wearing a hip-low dark marron ceremonial robe with pale pink detailing, maroon leggings covered in ancient glowing pink runes, black fur boots that go halfway up to his knee, and a knee-low pale pink fur cloak shaped to look like a five-petaled flower adorned with intricate patterns all over it and dark pink ends) Kruesuno scoured the tapestry of his own making, his scrutinous eyes roaming over the depictions and ancient scripts with an inquisitive intensity. The glint in his eyes betrayed his bewilderment, portraying himself as someone who''d never seen the depictions before, despite being its creator. The vampiric cat demi-human scoffed, his voice fuelled with enough venom to kill even an inanimate object. "Seems this prophecy scroll is finally done," Kruesuno muttered. Tossing his brush to the side, he affixed his gaze to the painted runes and inscriptions that shifted across the larger scroll. The tapestry took on a new meaning, the arrangements and shapes of the symbols altered accordingly, revealing the tapestry''s true interpretation. Once the inscriptions settled and showed no signs of further changes, Kruesuno grabbed the prophesy scroll and began to roll it up as he complained about Lola''s insistence on making such time-consuming magical items. However, as he coiled up half of the scroll, Kruesuno paused with his cat tail sticking up in the shape of an L. The centrepiece of the larger scroll left the ego at a loss of breath, unable to fully believe the message right before his eyes. But the sight quickly lost its shock, allowing Kruesuno to return to his usual angry self. "Figures," the guy huffed, as he fully rolled up the scroll and bound it with some golden ropes. He raised his completed work, looking upon it like a kid getting a bag of coal on a merry holiday, and couldn''t help rocking his head from side to side, seemingly mulling over something. "Is waking her up worth it? Maybe I can get one of the other egos or the visages to do it... maybe even Mr Vivo, at least he''ll be guaranteed to still be in one piece afterwards," Kruesuno mused, with his reluctance to undertake the task himself evident. He lightly clutched the scroll, his shoulders slumping as he sighed deeply, losing focus enough that his body and clothes dissolved into their dark purple cloud states. A single shiver ran down Kruesuno''s spine as he recalled the source of his hesitation. In his mind, a giant, mighty dragon roared, circling above the village while demanding Lola show herself and accept his duel. But as strong as it might''ve been, it was swiftly reduced to a crimson mist by a simple pillow thrown from a groggy Lola. The barking from Lola telling the mist to shut up rang clear in the ego''s mind to this day, especially the resounding thud her front door made as she slammed it behind herself. "She''ll be quite upset with you if you withhold such a scroll from her, especially that one, Young One," Choumiko remarked, his voice carrying a brass smugness that the bat boy readily loaves. The kaiser god''s sudden input startled Kruesuno, causing him to recoil and hurl the scroll skyward at mach speed before smacking Choumiko in the face with a clonk as he held onto the room''s circular ceiling. (Choumiko is the Void Time God Kaiser Beast with the appearance of a male human child; he has spikey neck-low glowing vanta-black hair, jet-black skin with glowing vanta black palms and soles, pale magenta kaiser energy[solid/bold energy that always has square-based shape] beams floating behind his head that are interlocked to form a hollow plus symbol and a hollow minus symbol, and a featureless face) (Choumiko is wearing baggy magenta cargo shorts with pale magenta suspenders that go over his shoulders) Kruesuno gasped in dismay, his expression unchanged. He watched the bound scroll spiral through the air and barrel straight for the open window as if by fate. Luckily for the cat boy, the scroll''s trajectory dipped, altering its course and slamming into the closed front door. Kruesuno slumped his shoulders, allowing himself to relax, and let out a drawn-out exhale in relief, forcing the tension out of his body. With his nerves settled, the cat phased through his bed, landing feet first on the floor below before a dazed Choumiko plummeted from above and crashed into the mess below, flinging random bits and pieces in every direction. Kruesuno facepalmed in utter disbelief, the chaotic state his room had devolved into left him in a dire state. Sure, the state it was in prior to his new roommate''s arrival could hardly be considered tidy by any means but at least he knew the location of everything was within his cluster of stuff. But ever since the arrival of the kaiser gods, he reluctantly had to call one of them his roommates and with that Kruesuno''s room has never seen a single moment of piece. Kruesuno could only murmur and heavily rub his temples, rubbing them in hopes of warding off his impending agitation-fuelled migraine. As the vampire cat complained further and wished he had gotten Kuuyasa or Enn?e Vaata for roommates even if they were girls, the mini-house''s front door rattled back and forth before popping open. "Do not fret over it, Krusu. We''ll bear the brunt of walking up Lola," Zalroth stated amusedly, poking his head through the door and catching the conscious duo''s attention. As he stepped into the mini-house and hunched over to fit inside, Zalroth kickflipped the scroll into the air and caught it in one swift motion. "M-Mr Zalroth!?" the boyish pair exclaimed in united shock as they rushed across the cluster of bound scrolls to get to him. (Zalroth is a super tall, twenty-one-year-old-looking adult male humanoid "kitsune"; he has slightly long silver hair with cyan to pale golden ends and large bangs, greyed-out pupilless eyes, pale white to the point it is faintly cyan skin with pale golden fingertips, a lean muscular build, twenty large[three times his size] kitsune tails made of embodiment qi[pale golden energy with a wavey/particle effect], and kitsune ears made of embodiment qi) (Zalroth is wearing a skin-tight reflective sleeveless silver shirt, a white fur belt with the lower half of a mage robe attached to it, black fur trousers, and golden-fibre cotton socks) "What are you doing here?" Choumiko exclaimed excitedly as he scaled up Zalroth like a jungle gym and sat on one of his ethereal kitsune tails. Unlike the kaiser being, Kruesuno remained more reserved crossing his arms to appear unphased, despite the erratic twitches of his bat wing saying otherwise.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "That explains all the smudges I''ve been getting," Kruesuno grumbled, causing Zalroth to peer at the sea of scrolls filling the centre net section of the room. "Heh, sorry about that, I would''ve stopped here first thing this morning but I got a little sidetracked," Zalroth remarked, chuckling as he rubbed the back of his head. The vampiric cat huffed indignantly, placing his hands on his hips while flicking his large ahoge. "Sidetracked you say...," Kruesuno murmured as he narrowed his gaze at Zalroth, inspecting the guy''s expression for any inkling of what could''ve kept him of all people preoccupied for so long. "That... is what he said," Choumiko mentioned perplexedly, leering at Kruesuno despite the kaiser god''s lack of a face. Kruesuno dropped his head and clasped a hand against the base of his ear whilst squeezing the fluff within it. "You- why do I even bother," Kruesuno grumbled defeatedly as his ahoge swiped the air and nabbed the bound prophecy scroll from Zalroth''s grasp before marching past him. Zalroth couldn''t help but mentally snicker at Kruesuno''s pouting, finding the young ego''s childish frustration endearing as it reminded him of a certain someone back in their youth. "Cute was the only way Zalroth could willingly perceive the young ones'' actions; whether his views were just his bias showing or maybe he''s finally started to mellow out in his old age~," Chronia voiced teasingly with her face buried in a light novel. Appearing within the blink of an eye, Chronia instantly sprawled out on a cluster of Zalroth''s tails, taking her rightful claim atop them as if she owned them, which wasn''t far from the truth. (Chronia is a rather short and petite young-adult female "elf"; she has hip-low spikey pale lime and dark green hair with glowing pale purple ends, her hair is tied in three large hoop-shaped high pigtails which are adorned with pale purple crystalline arrowhead ornaments at the bottom of the rings, pale lime and teal eyes with pale purple pupils that are shaped like ten-pointed stars, translucent light tanned skin with tan lines and pale purple fur around her wrists/ankles, pointy elf-like ears, and thick thighs) (Chronia is wearing a loose-fitting black crop top with a pale purple spiderweb pattern all over it, a fuzzy dark purple onesie which she wears with the top half folded down and the arms tied around her waist like a skirt, black leggings with a pale purple spiderweb pattern all over it, and thick oval-shaped pale purple wooden blocks that attach to the sole of her leggings'' feet) Chronia''s words crashed into Zalroth''s ears like a tsunami of teasing jabs, her playful demeanour bouncing around Zalroth''s mind like the beads of a maraca. The kitsune could only let out a short huff of amusement at Chronia''s tongue-in-cheek remark, especially as the short woman placed her heel against the back of his head. "You''re one to talk, Little Lady," Zalroth quipped back, batting back against Chronia''s teasing with an equal amount of teasing to rival what she delivered to him. Almost comical, Chronia swiftly turned a fair shade of red, even her transparency faltering, and all her smugness fizzled out as she noticed Zalroth give her a cheeky wink. That simple action from her portable bed had utterly obliterated all of Chronia''s ability to think. Just like that, her meticulously crafted plans evaporated into a mist as her hopes of asserting her dominance over Zalroth were completely ruined. "Oi! Don''t you ''Little Lady'' me, Mister," Chronia snapped back, her cheeks burning even brighter as she clung to the last shreds of her dignity, "I''m a whole seven months older than you, I think?". Despite the humiliation burning in her cheeks, Chronia couldn''t deny the flicker of pride and satisfaction of knowing she''d managed to elicit such a reaction from Zalroth. The rare snark-laced wink from Zalroth was proof of her small victory, and the heavy pounding in her chest made the feeling of victory that much greater. "In all honesty, the idea of getting me to do her bidding wasn''t all that hard for her to achieve. After all, I am her favourite bed-" Zalroth joked, teasingly mimicking Chronia''s inflexions before being cut off as the elf bonked him in the head with her light novel. "Ok-ok, enough with the teasing. My heart might explode," Chronia stated playfully, between the staggering of her heavy breaths and the audible pounding of her heart. "Can''t take what you dish out, eh?". Zalroth stuck his tongue out at Chronia before she obscured her face with her light novel. "Puh-lease, you just have a type advantage against me.". With that last bit of input, Chronia slumped backwards into Zalroth''s tails, kicking back as she resumed her reading and leaving her bed alone for the time being. Seeing the end of Chronia''s siege had arrived, Zalroth lowered his gaze before he raised a tail and plunged it into the sea of bound scrolls. Using his tail like a fishing rod, Zalroth fished through the scrolls, slinking through the gaps between them in search of something or someone. Without much effort on his part and mostly aided by the deep-rooted snores reverberating underneath, Zalroth managed to snag onto his target. And as effortlessly as he found them, Zalroth hoisted his fished tail upwards, wrenching it and Kokou from the grasp of the bounded scrolls. (Loukokou is a humanoid kitsune ego of remembrance with the appearance of an eight-year-old boy and an identical facial appearance to Kruesuno; he has spikey neck-low pale grey hair tied into a braided hoop behind his head, golden eyes with five-pointed star pupils, dark grey skin with orange tattoos on his skin[a thin rectangle over his nose, a three-petaled flower on each of his cheeks, and crown on his forehead, two large fuzzy knee-low light grey rabbit ears which flop down behind his head, and a football-sized rabbit tail) (Kokou is wearing a sleeveless black shirt, an oversized dawnite[glowing silver metal] fibre overalls covered in different coloured paint stains with one snapped suspender strap, and black wool slippers) The sleeping Kokou dangled limply from Zalroth''s tail like a freshly picked carrot. Once muffled and restrained, his snores were now an unobstructed cacophony of discord, freed from the muffling scrolls'' influence. Crystal clear for all those within earshot, Kokou''s obnoxious snores were soon joined by the nearby groggy groans of the other egos and visages in the mini village, each fuelled by different emotions ranging from apathy to utter disdain. "Urg... he''s going to get us in trouble," Photon whined with abstract rage, her lowercase shouting echoing from her ocean-blue treehouse hut as Kruesuno sauntered past with an even sourer expression. He continued on his way, each one of his impactful strides forcing the treetop walkway to sway and rattle, with most of its sounds deafened by the rain''s pattering. A gentle breeze whipped past him, brushing over his skin and sending a shiver through his body. The chilling sensation effortlessly restored Kruesuno''s prior terror of awakening Lola, and he tightened his hold on his prophecy scroll, pressing it into his chest as the wind slightly picked up. "Chil- no relax, they''re here now, so I won''t end up like that dragon...," Kruesuno mumbled, hoping to ease his nerves to some extent from both the external and internal stimuli aiming to bring him down. As his feet continued to carry him on their own, the kid''s mind began to wander off, focusing on what he planned to say once he arrived at Lola''s house, becoming so fixated on it that he failed to notice Zalroth and Chronia had caught up with him. A little later... "Perhaps... Lady Loutia, sorry to intrud on your... no that won''t work," Kruesuno muttered as he lapped Photon''s hut once more. Kruesuno threw his wing to his head, scratching at his scalp in frustration as nothing came to mind, finding himself in a rare state of mental stillness. "As much as I commend you for wanting to do it yourself, I think it''s best if you leave it to the pro this time around," Chronia remarked cheekily, her words snapping through Kruesuno''s mental block and returning him to the world. Kruesuno swung his head around, panic-stricken, worried he''d lost track of time but slowly relaxed as he saw the moonlight around him. "Besides, I might lose it if you lap the jungle again," Chronia added with a hint of annoyance as she sat upon Zalroth''s tails. While the duo waited at a cross in the walkway slightly ahead of him, Kruesuno didn''t make much of a fuss and reluctantly handed the scroll to Chronia before she fluttered off towards Lola''s hut. Her hut was noticeably bigger than the others, dwarfing them by three times. Its sakura pink hue seemed to almost glow in the moonlight and illuminate the surrounding area, aided by Lola''s hut being situated directly at the village''s centre. The vampire cat boy briefly lowered his gaze, exhaling sombrely as his cat features flopped like sad spaghetti from watching Chronia float away. Deep down he knew he was probably overthinking things; after all, Lola had never directed such an outburst towards any of them before, leading him to wonder if his current concerns may be incorrect in some way. But if it was truly just a simple misplacement of worry, then that left him with the sole question of what was causing the foreboding sense within him. "So, it''s Lola and Tia''s birthday in a few days, right?" Zalroth asked nonchalantly while watching the nearly full moon overhead. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I think it is-". At that moment, Kruesuno froze like he had once before. That single question from Zalroth unlocked the floodgates and all the kid''s suppressed dread exploded to the surface in one big burst of revelation. He slapped his hands against the sides of his head with a sunken expression creeping across his face as his mouth gradually went agape before he exclaimed. "Oh My Gods! We forgot!". Chapter 2: Preparation For Jol Part 1 At the soonest break of dawn, fickle beams of sunrays snuck through the closed blinds of Photon''s quaint ocean-blue hut. The spherical hut''s lone room was adorned with various trinkets and paraphernalia, all neatly lined up and organised for ease of view. Each item, starkly different from one another, shared a unifying theme: the humble banana, a long-since forsaken fruit. The emergence of dawn kept the dragonling kitsune visage from returning to her slumber, leaving her to stare blankly at the ceiling as she felt her baggy eyes weigh down into her skull. Her lackadaisical annoyance was only heightened as Kruesuno barged into her house. (Louphoton is a rather short, humanoid kitsune visage[dragon serpent of family] with the appearance of a four-year-old girl and a familial resemblance to Kruesuno; she has slightly long unkempt purple hair with metalically silver hair tips with bangs long enough to cover her eyes, golden eyes with five-pointed star pupils, pale white to the point it''s faintly cyan skin, two thin metal fifteen-centimetre pale purple horns on her forehead, a dark purple and purple scaled fifteen-foot-long snake-like tail with a pale purple kitsune fur end, and two on her back and eight[Apoca] dark purple dragonic wings along her tail with pale purple wing membrane) "Photon! It''s Lo-". Kruesuno managed to blurt out before snagging his foot between the gap between the stacks of Photon''s trailing tail as the reflective appendage coiled around the hut''s singular room multiple times. The cat boy''s eyes widened in surprise, metaphorically catching his own tongue as he tumbled over the stacked tail and flopped on top of Photon. "What... is it?" Photon grumbled exhaustedly, glaring at Kruesuno through the veil of condensed ocean blue mana[wavey energy] sandwiched between them and refusing the duo from making physical contact. Kruesuno slowly blinked before nervously averting his eyes from Photon''s piercing gaze as she drilled it into him. The tension radiating from within her mana was palpable, crackling and sparking through the condensed mana, which left Kruesuno momentarily stunned by the sheer volume of displeasure Photon was exuding passively. "... erm...," Kruesuno stammered, put on the spot by Photon and finding himself tongue-tied. "Erm?" Photon grumbled dispassionately, causing Kruesuno to flinch and stammer over his words. "L-Loulea''s and Loutia''s B-day," Kruesuni shouted, inadvertently blurting out his response involuntarily from Photon glaring at him for so long. Photon remained unfazed, blankly staring into space as her brows furrowed. The expression that manifested on the dragonling''s face could only be described as the physical embodiment of struggle, born from her agitated confusion at hearing the last word. "B... day," Photon murmured, struggling to recall what the B could be appreciating. Although still a little on edge, Kruesuno exhaled timidly, relief covering his face as he realised the cause of Photon''s sour expression wasn''t the cause of his presence. "Birthday.". "Ah! Yeah that''s what it was. Ah-.". Photon abruptly zipped across her bedroom in a smear of light, causing Kruesuno to hover in place before flopping onto the section of the dragonling''s tail that stole her place on her bed. "This is serious," Photon uttered quietly and sternly, standing stoically before her banana-shaped calendar and glazing at the obnoxiously circled date three days from the current one. "To believe I almost allowed such a thing to transpire, allowing us to almost miss such an occasion.". "Quit it with the stoic senior sibling act would you?" Kruesuno remarked sharply. With his face flat against her tail and his voice muffled, Photon almost didn''t hear the vampire''s remark over her own stoic flair. She huffed indignantly as her cheeks and wings shifted to an embarrassed pink hue. "Then you can deal with the party leading on your own," Photon stated languidly, crossing her arms in a pout as she spoke. Like clockwork, Kruesuno swiftly slapped his hands over his head and pressed his forehead even harder into Photon''s tail. "Apologiseies," Kruesuno said, his plea for her help swift and devoid of any insincerity. Her in-spirit younger sibling''s quick switch up brought a giddy grin to Photon, ushing her tail wings to wag with glee as turned her gaze down to the bowing Kruesuno. "I suppose it cannot be help, now can it?" Photon mentioned slyly, her tone carrying the undeniable sense of superiority befitting an older sibling who commonly takes the lead. Kruesuno barely had time to process Photon''s sly remark as he found himself hoisted off the floor by Photon''s tail and ushered towards the open door. Without warning, Photon unceremoniously tossed Kruesuno out of her hut, sending the guy tumbling down the walkway like a bowling ball and crashing head-first into one of Zalroth''s tails. The resounding sound of Photon slamming her door shut, rippled through the air like a booming gunshot. The echoing bang startled the other egos and visages from their slumbers, piquing their curiosity and goading them to venture from their dwellings to investigate. "Do all of you Lous like tossing others around?" Choumiko inquired as he grabbed Kruesuno''s waist and yanked him free from the ethereal tail. As the kaiser god placed Kruesuno back on his feet, the vampire cat stumbled and wobbled, feeling his head violently spin, overwhelmed by a sensation he couldn''t begin to describe. "You good, Krusu?" Zalroth asked cheekily, endeared as he watched the ego struggle to regain his bearings. "And... I thought Loulea and Loutia''s tail dimensions were hectic," Kruesuno grumbled, his words almost slurred as a haze of embodiment qi coated his head. Moments later, Photon emerged from her dwelling, pushing the door open with a gentle creak. Having shed the grandeur of her banana-themed onesie, the dragonling was now suited up in her casual wear. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.(Photon is wearing a black dress-like fur coat covered in a purple scale pattern, three multi-coloured[purple, pink, and yellow] banana-shaped beaded bracelets, and a sleeveless dark purple bodysuit that also covers her legs and feet) In search of Kruesuno, she swept her focus across and scanned her surroundings. She paused, narrowing her golden eyes as she spotted the chaotic gathering near her home. The chaotic noise erupting from the small congregation of energetic kids snagged her attention, causing a flicker of annoyance to cross her face as she felt robbed. The collection of the six other Lou egos/visages, twenty kaiser gods, and unrelated children earnestly greeted Zalroth and practically overwhelmed him with their combined intensity. The lot effectively turned him into a jungle gym, vying for a spot on his tails as Zalroth was left powerless to stop them. "What a pushover," Photon huffed angerly, her annoyance mostly stemming from having her tail-loving fans stolen from her. "You''re one to talk," Kruesuno added under his breath as he hung upside down on the underside of the walkway, eluding the early morning''s watch. A pang of jealousy momentarily surfaced from deep within the dragonling''s mind, creating a simmering of frustration in her eyes as she watched her admirers flock to her metaphorical father instead of her. "Wanna say that to my face?" Photon asked rhetorically. Her words were sharp and poignant, slashing straight into Kruesuno, making the guy flinch from under the bridge and gulp with contempt. Photon softly scoffed at the mere notion of being lumped into the same box as Zalroth. As if trying to deny it, Photon shook her head adamantly, to even acknowledge such fickle matters affected her was absurd in her mind. "Soleo! Maaumine! Get over here!" Photon exclaimed, flinging her voice across the village with booming ease. Within the gaggle of children swarming Zalroth, the two mentioned children halted in their advance before the other kids followed suit. The duo and, to a lesser extent, the other kids exchanged glum expressions of solemn acceptance, knowing that if Photon was calling names, then theirs would soon be next. With slumped shoulders, Soleo and Maaumine begrudgingly disentangled themselves from the other kids before heading over to Photon, dragging their feet behind them. While the two made the small trek to their caller, the other kids slowly began tumbling off of Zalroth from the sudden loss of Maauime''s knowledge of structural integrity. Seeing his opening, gave the guy the chance to flee with a smirk on his face from knowing what was to transpire. "What is it?! Can''t you see we were busy?" Maaumine barked brazenly, evidently ticked off. Her temperamental demeanour did not make her mood any better, especially as Photon passed her an unamused side-eye. The kaiser god placed her her tendrils firmly on her hips and forcefully tapped her heel against the floor as she impatiently waited for a response. (Maaumine is the Metamorphosis God Kaiser Beast with the appearance of a female human child; she had trailing pitch-black viscous/slimy ink hair tied into the shape of two large bowties with ribbons, a pale red right eye with a black sclera, a pale blue left eye with a black sclera, dark skin with dark grey dots over her forearm and lower half of legs, a body made of viscous/slimy ink, large fur-looking pitch-black viscous ink horns which curve upwards with plump/round bases, and large pitch-black viscous ink tendrils protruding from her back) (Maaumine is wearing a banana-themed hairpin above the base of all her back tendrils) "So... was I excluded from the birthday party planning because of last time?" Soleo asked lazily, "I feel like everything has been hidden a little too well for it not to be". (Lousoleo is a short humanoid kitsune ego of assimilation with the appearance of a seven-year-old girl and an almost identical facial appearance to Photon; They have scruffy pure white hair with two long knee-low strips of hair all made of a vaguely slime-like material, golden eyes with five-pointed star pupils, extremely pale white skin, chonky thighs and legs, two large dark purple horns jetting out the top of her head with the same length of her head and the shape of a seven, and a super long chonky white dragon-like tail made of a vaguely slime-like material) (Soleo is wearing a sleeveless and form-fitting silver one-piece swimsuit-like spandex bodysuit, silver fur thigh-high stockings, a glowing red chakra[slightly viscous energy] ring hovering behind their head) Maaumine darted her head from Photon to Soleo, not ushering words as her annoyance waned. Soleo raised an eyebrow and stared at her kaiser counterpart, confused at her shift in mood. Maaumine carefully waved her head back to Photon, remaining silent as she slowly pieced things together. Photon''s narrowed gaze only confirmed Maaumine''s suspicions and told her all she needed to know, the weight of such info almost too much to compute. The kaiser god turned on her heel, not wishing to perceive Photon''s Lola-like glare any further. "I''ll get onto the decorations and stuff," Maaumine uttered softly, any hint of her prior bark stripped away before she hurried off. Photon shook her head disapprovingly, unable to believe how people hundreds of years older than her could be so childish. But if Ela''s bedtime stories were anything to go by, Photon could easily guess the kaiser god''s mannerisms were most certainly moulded and the fault pg the person referred to as Architect. "So...?" Soleo asked as they watched Maaumine running with her tendrils between her legs. Photon slapped her long tail against the walkway, violently jolting it and inadvertently sending Maaumine flying. "Yes, Soleo; we''re going to the cave bio-dome, that includes you, Krue," Photon replied, casting her eyes to the floor and just in time to see Kruesuno plummet into the trees below. "...or maybe. I''ll let him stay.". Photon rocked to her side, allowing herself to flop over the side of the walkway before kicking off its side and flying off. However, despite her speed, Photon''s long tail took a few seconds to even realise their main body had flown off, allowing Soleo the chance to hop on it before the tail whisked them away. Having the imminent arrival of Loulea and Loutia''s approaching birthday divulged to them, the kitsune egos/visages and the kaiser gods collectively gasped in shared terror. The kids exchanged conflicted glances with each other, muttering among themselves as they discussed what to do. "Everything should be rather simple to deal with if we call Big Sis Nola and Minia to help with the cooking," Kruesuno mentioned, getting a unified nod from the others. "But where are we going to find new decorations on such short notice?" Maaumine mused, plopping her hand on her chin as she furiously scratched it for insight. "Wait... doesn''t Mr Zalroth''s tails have tons of stuff in them, maybe he''s got stuff for decorations?" Choumiko murmured. At the void-time being''s remark, all the children swivelled around in unison and stared down Choumiko with crazed shock. "He said something smart... it must be the end times," one of the other kaiser gods uttered, utterly bewildered at how such an event could occur. As the other kids began to scatter, Choumiko rolled his eyes with tamed frustration. "You''re lucky I take back-handed compliments, Muncher," Choumiko said, letting out a pout as the children fully dispersed and began their search.