Anchur

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ANCHUR Deity of forgotten history Of meticulous bookkeeping Of wrongful punishment And brewing resentment

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Bubble Brook Gecko

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A lovely little lilypad... that moves... and eats things that land on it... lovely... (Colored by Kizmetto.)

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Windcarve Fugitive

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Some harpies prefer solitude to the cacophony of the cities of large harpy flocks.

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((This was all written at 2 am so,, please bear with me while I work on making it better))

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The chasm yawned, then grinned. Anchur stood, still and cold as his father's gold, and watched the body disappear inside. No deafening thud rang out, nothing to signify that it hit the bottom. Instead the chasm laughed.

"Well! To be honest, I didn't expect that! "

Anchur took a step back, clutching at his chest. He wasn't surprised that the chasm spoke. No, it spoke once before. He was more surprised that he actually did it. His father was gone. The tyrant acting as family was gone. Why did he feel as empty as the hole his father disappeared into?

"But- hmm. I did ask for the most precious thing, didn't I? Those words and all?"

He turned to look at the horses his father brought with him, all weighed down with bags of gold. They didn't seem surprised at the disappearance, and they weren't surprised at the chasm's voice. This was not the first time they've been here. It would be the last.

"A shame, really. I was hoping for the most precious thing to you! Well, you as in whoever tossed a precious thing down here. I really wasn't picky about who had to do this. But a deal is a deal, I suppose. I promised I would disappear as soon as something precious entered my big, hungry maw, and any life counts."

Anchur finally dropped the knife he used to sever his father's wings. He couldn't smile yet, but something between a laugh and a sob finally escaped his lips. He would be free of two things today.

"But that doesn't mean I'm satisfied."

He froze, another sound trapped in his throat, and slowly turned back towards the chasm.

"I might have to leave, but nothing is keeping me from leaving my mark."

He frantically shook his head, but it kept speaking without a care in the world.

"Your father wasn't precious to you at all. You hated him. And so, while I received something objectively precious, I didn't receive something personally precious. Catch my drift? Of course you do."

No, no he didn't!

"You're going to remember this, little godling, and maybe you won't be so foolish next time."

Anchur grabbed his knife and started towards the chasm. This was no normal hole in the earth, and maybe he could kill it before it left its mark.

"Man, and this is hilarious too! This would've been fine if the roles were reversed. You know, if he actually realized what to do. While your father certainly didn't care about you, he needed you. You were his one and only ticket! The most precious thing to him! Hah! I wish I could've eaten you instead~"

The knife stabbed earth. The chasm laughed as Anchur fell to his knees.

"Anyway, I have no use for all his gold. Better give it to someone who needs it more~"

Gods are born with a certain set of powers, sure. But they need a catalyst. Some great event to solidify their role in life. Anchur received his godly gifts when he returned to the people of the neighboring town. He told them that his father simply tripped and fell in; that life turned out to be the most precious thing. They didn't ask why patches of skin had turned gold, why his wings dragged on the ground with the weight of it. He didn't tell them. He let them learn their half of the lesson.

Anchur is the god of forgotten history. Of events, rituals, and customs no one else remembers. He could choose to teach them, and sometimes does, but his powers wane if too many people learn and remember.

Like all gods, he has three forms. One, his True Form, now a giant golden statue. He cannot move in that form, only watch and listen. Two, his humanoid form. A person with great, gold-laden wings. Three, his animal(ish) form. In other universes, he is a great gold-covered black swan. Here, he is a gold-speckled veilspun.

From kitan!

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From Ambulocetus!