"God or Overgod who is better?

For Life and Death the birth of the first Overgod was a surprise but, each of their creation had the possibility to mutate and evolve. Gods or Ego are no different. A God is made by an Ego after continuous observations of the population that lives on the Plane/World, the newborn God is pure, it learns and evolves with its devouts. An Overgod is a creature so impressive that the other inhabitants start to venerate it. The job of a God is to make the Plane/World that it lives in to survive for a longer period of time, an Overgod can do the same so Life and Death accepted them as part of the diversity on the Plane of Creation.

An Overgod is an already existing creature to begin with so it has feelings, animosities and thoughts already bound by its life before godhood. An Overgod growt is usually much faster than the one of a God but, at the same time an Overgod and become greedy and dominering so the Plane/Wolrd inhabited by an Overgod can be shaped heavily by its new divine inhabitant."

-Bee May, the faery of knowledge

"To God, or to Overgod, that is the question"

Annabelle was walking towards the healing area of the caretakers longhouse. She walked the same way so many times she knew it by heart.

Walking with one hand on the wooden wall and the other keeping the sachel of healing components that Little Wolf gave her. Annabelle proceded with steady steps in the dark longhouse. Her breath was becoming laboured, she knew Little Wolf was around somewhere but she hated him when he was being sneaky. Annabelle left alone, in the dark and with her family curse it was really asking for something to happen.

"Be car-"

Tried to say Little Wolf.

But it was too late, Annabelle stepped on something wet and slipped, she tried to right herself and not fall. She succeded but felt a piercing pain on her foot, Annabelle probably sprained something again. She felt Little Wolf hands pick her up and carry her hurriedly towards the healers.

"Are you ok?"

Asked a worried Little Wolf.

"My foot hurts and, it's your fault!"

Lamented Annabelle.

"Not my fault, you are just too clumsy."

Shrugged Little Wolf.

"I can't see in the dark like you but, you are right it's my fault I'm hurt. I shouldn't have agreed with your plan."

Pouted Annabelle.

"I cannot see in the dark."

Scoffed Little Wolf.

"If there is some light I can see better than you guys but, when it's dark it's dark for me too you know?"

"Really?"

Asked Annabelle suspiciously.

"Yeah... Can't see anything... but I can still smell and hear better than you guys so, I won't slip and fall on a little blood on the ground like a clumsy person on my back."

Said a smug Little Wolf.

Annabelle could feel his smile even if she couldn't see it so she hit him on the head, she couldn't really hurt him but it helped her forghet her pain for a while.

Old Stria was watching over the hurt hunters when she heard footseps aproaching, she turned and saw Sidon's and Fianna's little devil with that poor sweet child he continues to bring around.

"What did you do to her this time?"

She arrumped as she walked closer with a candle to see better.

"Nothing! Clumsy Annabelle was being clumsy and hurt her foot! As her protector it's my duty to bring her here to get healed!"

Said a proud Little Wolf.

"Yeah, yeah go play somewhere and let me see what's the problem"

Scoffed the healer.

Little Wolf smiled, after laying clumsy Annabelle into a soft fur he disappeared into the shadows as fast and silently as he could. Little Wolf walked among the hurt hunters, most were asleep under the effect of the sleep mushroom he suspected, he needed to find someone less hurt so he could wake him or her up! Then he saw swift Kitty, she's goat Billy's daughter. Swift Kitty had only a lump on her temple and was turning on her fur coat, exactly what Little Wolf needed! He kneeled by her side and shook her gently, then shook her and when it didn't work he shook her veemently.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK, WOLFY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

Kitty woke up startled, when she understood what was happening she started shouting.

"Shh, calm down, I want to know what happened in the forest today."

Little Wolf tried to calm the angry woman down.

"Grr, you stinky Wolf. Is this the way to wake up a lady?"

Kitty said aggrieved.

"You are a hunter not a lady, you should be ready to wake up at the most minuscle sound!"

Little Wolf tilted his head trying to look cute, he even put his tongue out.

"So what happened?"

He asked again.

"Grr, Fine, fine. With Brielle with a big belly and Todd getting old the scouts reports aren't the best these days, they found traces of animals moving around much more than usual and then called us hunters because they found bear prints going towards the village, they thought that the bear scared the other animals away."

Kitty started to explain.

"So you guys fought a bear?"

Asked an excited Little Wolf.

"If you want me to talk let me talk! Don't interrupt!"

Hissed Kitty.

"So we got out with the idea to fight a bear, Sidon found the traces but there were two bears."

"Two bears!"

Said an even more excited Little Wolf.

"Grr!"

"Sorry! Continue the story."

"We followed the traces and found the bears, they were a couple and had a little cub with them, the one Sidon's brought inside the village. They weren't alone tho, they were being attacked by around half-a-dozen droppers. When Sidon saw the droppers he stopped us and looked above, then he moved really fast and with his spear he swept away a dropper falling over me. After that all hell broke loose, the droppers would cicle around us, keeping us busy to then slip away when we were distracted, climb the trees and drop on us. If your father wasn't there I know for sure none of us would have come back alive."

Kitty concluded her story fast so that the stinky wolf wouldn't interrupt her again.

"I know father Sidon is a hero! But, what is a dropper?"

Asked a proud Little Wolf a little confused.

"As you know my family came with our goats from the mountains east, droppers live mostly on the mountains. They are gluttons for the cold stones you can mine there, so we know them fairly well."

Kitty started her explaination.

"So what are they?"

"Grr."

"Right, sorry!"

"The droppers look like big cats from the front but their back side is that of a goat, the newborns one are as big as an adult goat, from what we know they just get bigger as they get old, we dont know how old or big they can get. Their face looks like a cat with a beard and the older ones can grow horns too, their mouth has a row of square teeth, inside their mouth there is another fully movable mandible filled with needle like teeth."

Kitty shuddered at the thought then continued.

"The droppers can eat everything and anything but other than cold stones they like to eat meat, they are smart predators, they can move silently, work as a group and are really deadly. As the name say they know no one watches above their head all the time so they like to climb into high places and drop onto unsuspecting prey, they bite their prey, while the square teeth keep the bitten part still they move the inner mandible with the neelde teeth to mangle the prey. While the dropper is biting, it uses the front claws to grapple the poor prey and use all its weight to bring it to the ground then, it uses the goat's like hindlegs to kick powerfully on the immobilized prey, breaking bones or well anything they get to hit. If a dropper drops on you, you are dead."

Kitty completed her explaination.