Xanaver

As Poseidon whipped across the ocean, the salty breeze coursing through his hair as he churned up the waves in a neverending torrent, a miracle happened. When the mist curled in just the right way, the seafoam pushing up, Poseidon saw it. The King of Storms.
He gripped his trident, curling a tendril of sea foam around his wrist, grabbing the moon's reflection. He molded the body, the soft papyrus moonlight, like clay. Rolling out the dark gray clouds until they shone aqua, he attached them to the body as wings. He ripped sand from the ground and pulled it like taffy to form a tail. Folding the waves, he pinched feathers and attached them. The body was almost perfect. Looking up, he saw the bright night sky. He smiled as he pulled the distant stars that shone the brightest down and sewed them onto the body, making them shine new. He sighed, a blue smoke floating into the new bodies mouth, as it opened its eyes and sucked in a gravelly shaky breath that was coarse and gritty.
“Your name is Xanaver”
Written by LittiEMan42