The Coming of the Titans
When Zheenkeef ate the fruit that held humans, it is well known that all the gods worked to piece the race back together. And indeed, the Mother of Madness retched up nearly all she had eaten. But she had already digested some of the sacred fruit, and it was lost to the world—or so the other gods believed.
In the cover of night, when none of the other gods looked, Zheenkeef went to the deepest pool of the world, and by the water’s edge she emptied her bowels. With clay from the river and her own excrement, she sculpted tall and beautiful figures. Because her offal held the very stuff of life from the fruit, she had only to breathe three hot breaths across these tall figures, and they came to life. She painted them up and made them beautiful, with skins of copper and tan, and keen eyes.
These figures not born of her womb, but born of her belly nonetheless, looked at her and said, “You are our mother! This we know well. But what are we?”
Before she should speak, behold! The waters of the pool rose and a figure stepped from its depths. “If thou art their mother, Zheenkeef, then truly I am their father, for thou hast taken the clay from my most sacred pool, and from it the seeds of my water.” It was Shalimyr who spoke to her then, and the tall children at the water’s edge trembled before him.
Zheenkeef only giggled. “You are no more their father than I am their mother, Shalimyr, but you have hungered for me since the earliest days. If you cannot have me, then you would have these children.”
Shalimyr was shamed, for Wild-Eyed Zheenkeef saw his purpose and knew the lust that consumed him. He stood there by the water’s edge, watching her with wolf ’s eyes.
“You are the Titans,” Zheenkeef the Shifting told the tall figures then, “and you are not born, but made. You shall do great things and have adventures, and you shall never be dull, for I see clearly now that these mortals born of the tree shall forever vex me. They will concern themselves with simple matters, most of them, and will not surprise me much.”
With this foretelling, she set the Titans out to thrive and do great deeds. And though they have no souls and do not go before Maal when slain, they are each of them like a living legend, with great adventure following in their footsteps. For this is
what they were made to be.
And when they had gone, Zheenkeef lay with Shalimyr by the water’s edge for the first time, but surely not the last, for it is said that Imperious Tinel is often cuckolded by his wife and the Wave. Of the Titans, much is written, but this first: that Zheenkeef created them, and Shalimyr watches over them out of love for their creator.
And when they had gone, Zheenkeef lay with Shalimyr by the water’s edge for the first time, but surely not the last, for it is said that Imperious Tinel is often cuckolded by his wife and the Wave. Of the Titans, much is written, but this first: that Zheenkeef created them, and Shalimyr watches over them out of love for their creator.
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