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Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.

Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.

 *Whoa*

A small cat walks towards them

 Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head. 

"Physical forms can lie, you know that  

 "I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."

 "Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"

 "Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.

 "Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"

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*Can I make the three cats that Gato made partially immortal her bodyguards?*

 *Absolutely.*

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*Can I make the three cats that Gato made partially immortal her bodyguards?*

 *Absolutely.*

 *YAY, Thank you*

*Gato's followers for making Cats 28. *

A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.

The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.

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1 8

Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.

Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.

 *Whoa*

A small cat walks towards them

 Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head. 

"Physical forms can lie, you know that  

 "I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."

 "Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"

 "Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.

 "Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"

 "No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 22 "What do you think, my friend?"

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Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.

Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.

 *Whoa*

A small cat walks towards them

 Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head. 

"Physical forms can lie, you know that  

 "I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."

 "Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"

 "Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.

 "Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"

 "No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"

 "Beautiful"

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 "I assume you are referring to yourself?"

 You would be correct

 "And would you be willing to make a pact?"

 For what?

 "I wish to not fail. I wish to usher the dead to the afterlife, with little amounts of fights. I assume you wish something akin."

 I wish to watch, nothing else

 "You don't wish to spread magic? To put limits of course, but to let all have it?"

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A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.

The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.

 The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.

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 "I assume you are referring to yourself?"

 You would be correct

 "And would you be willing to make a pact?"

 For what?

 "I wish to not fail. I wish to usher the dead to the afterlife, with little amounts of fights. I assume you wish something akin."

 I wish to watch, nothing else

 "You don't wish to spread magic? To put limits of course, but to let all have it?"

 If ever being had magic, then the world would have ended

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A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.

The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.

 The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.

 The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.

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Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.

Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.

 *Whoa*

A small cat walks towards them

 Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head. 

"Physical forms can lie, you know that  

 "I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."

 "Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"

 "Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.

 "Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"

 "No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"

 "Beautiful"

 "Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."

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A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.

The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.

 The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.

 The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.

 The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”

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Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.

Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.

 *Whoa*

A small cat walks towards them

 Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head. 

"Physical forms can lie, you know that  

 "I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."

 "Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"

 "Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.

 "Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"

 "No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"

 "Beautiful"

 "Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."

 "Lovely! So that is your quest, oh, how I envy you"

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 "I assume you are referring to yourself?"

 You would be correct

 "And would you be willing to make a pact?"

 For what?

 "I wish to not fail. I wish to usher the dead to the afterlife, with little amounts of fights. I assume you wish something akin."

 I wish to watch, nothing else

 "You don't wish to spread magic? To put limits of course, but to let all have it?"

 If ever being had magic, then the world would have ended

 "Why? I never suggested a pure uncontrolled magic. I suggested that all have a limited amount."

The three cats that Gato made partially immortal are walking the world, searching for their leader

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 "I assume you are referring to yourself?"

 You would be correct

 "And would you be willing to make a pact?"

 For what?

 "I wish to not fail. I wish to usher the dead to the afterlife, with little amounts of fights. I assume you wish something akin."

 I wish to watch, nothing else

 "You don't wish to spread magic? To put limits of course, but to let all have it?"

 If ever being had magic, then the world would have ended

 "Why? I never suggested a pure uncontrolled magic. I suggested that all have a limited amount."

 Yet, that is ruling with fear, I do not want that, I want nothing, such I will do nothing

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The three cats that Gato made partially immortal are walking the world, searching for their leader

 The three cats see something flying above their heads, a large chestnut brown horse with wings and a rider holding a shotgun.

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The three cats that Gato made partially immortal are walking the world, searching for their leader

 The three cats see something flying above their heads, a large chestnut brown horse with wings and a rider holding a shotgun.

 *Are days in the world days IRL?*

One of the three cats(Eve) calls up, "Hello, why don't you come down here?"

*Yes, these are my characters from dead threads*

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1 8

Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.

Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.

 *Whoa*

A small cat walks towards them

 Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head. 

"Physical forms can lie, you know that  

 "I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."

 "Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"

 "Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.

 "Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"

 "No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"

 "Beautiful"

 "Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."

 "Lovely! So that is your quest, oh, how I envy you"

 "In truth, I have no quest. I know what may happen tomorrow. I know what may happen in years to come. I simply wish to exist, like the ticking of a clock, the light of the stars. To know what outcome will truly occur." He looks up at the sky, his hair parting around his 'eyes', revealing none to truly be there. "What of you, feline deity Gato? What is your quest? Your mark upon this world?"