An Impatient God's Search (Private)

The armored god was starting to begin regretting his time spent in the Spooky Forest now. He had come here on a feeling, one that he would find something special here in this dreary place. With his weapons at the ready, and his pet following beside him, he was the most dangerous being in the entire forest for miles. Yet, not one other person had been seen. Animals and beasts had roamed around, only a handful actually charging him to meet a bloody death, yet not a single living being could even be sensed.

After a while he had simply stopped paying attention to his search and roamed the forest to slay anything that would challenge him in combat; the territorial and aggressive creatures that were there keeping him amused until his disturbance brought upon someone, or something, that would be a welcome addition into the fold of his followers.

The small sound of the patting of boot on dirt alerted the small forest creatures near the man clad in all black. Seeing a bird... Or what he thought was a bird... He jumped up to try to catch it, but then yelped when whatever it was bit him. It wasn't a peck, it was a bite. He quickly fell back on his bum, and sighed. He didn't yell or scream, not loud enough to rouse people nearby, but he did clench the glove that had blood dripping from it now, the blood of so many. Many people were used as a sort of parent for Seven, and unbeknown to him, one of them were very close by. A person he was created from, the god of blood himself, was in the Spooky Forest, and Seven didn't know of his lineage, or of the god's location.

"Bad birdie..." He clenched his hand as he stood up, and began trotting off once again. He had no intentions, just to find someone he hadn't seen before. He had, what he remembered the Man in Red call "Money," but he still had no idea what to do with it. He had nobody to talk to, to... As that man said... play "Games" with, no one to... As that man said "Eat food" with. He really wished that man was here, he couldn't remember his name. Ryu? Ron? Russel? Something like that. As the man treaded, he saw someone, someone armed. Armored, with weapons in hand. Of course, curiosity killed the cat, and as he didn't know what the weapons were, he ran over to the man, and tripped and fell on his face right in front of the man's feet.

"Oomph! H-Hi! Who you? No one go here." Seven said while putting his finger to his nose. Not bleeding and not broken. His hand still hurt, but that wasn't a problem. He looked to the man with innocent eyes, not knowing that he might as well sealed his fate with such a carefree attitude.

For a bit, the god began to grow concerned for this place. So many cowardly creatures that simply slunk in the shadows or ran in fear. It was pitiful how even nature could word against a god and commit acts that would make him upset. These feelings passed when he sensed movement in the trees and turned to see a man running towards him, unarmed. The man was shorter than Chaoris by nearly a foot, though that mattered little if the man before him was a good combatant. The second part would not be found out, the God of Blood lifted his swords preparing for a fight when the other tripped and fell on his face in front of him. He wanted to laugh, to chuckle, some kind of humoured action, but the combat mode he had been in kept him from laughing right then and there.

Eyes would look at the man as he spoke, a simple question leaving his lips that sounded like one a young child would ask. It was innocent, but it was a very good question to ask the god. "I am Chaoris Orneis, the God of Blood and Battle. And I came here searching for something, someone. Who might you be?" The deep, gravelly, voice came out partially distorted from the mask of the armor that he wore; making it more demonic sounding than it really was for the god.