Mar'Saryah

To note, this is heavily based around lore that actually is the same as my LD pride lore and their gods. In short, the lore is based around gods who have been long forgotten by most mortals. These gods can take on many forms, and some can even be reborn as mortals in different ways. Mar is one of these gods...
Changing the lore slightly here, or more like adding onto it.
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1st Leader of the Echo Whispers

Personality
Mar is the kind to not take shit from anyone, god, mortal, or otherwise. She finds it hard to trust anyone, but those she does trust she will protect with her life if it comes to that. She had to fight her way to becoming a goddess, a birth right denied. She was not just a warrior goddess, she was goddess of all who were rejected or tossed aside as she was. 

Relationships
Mar is closest to her fellow deities, Zarah and Aephier, Aephier being the son of Mar's... well, it's complicated... and sometimes lover- again, it's complicated. Zarah is perhaps Mar's oldest of friends, despite Zarah's sometimes obnoxious behavior. 

When it comes to the pack, Mar has made herself their protector, and she looks after each of them personally. Not all believe in her as some kind of divine being, and honestly she prefers those who don't. She is down-to-earth with them, and prefers to simply be their leader first, and their friend second, to forget about the troubles of the gods entirely. 

Story
"Demon's child!" "She does not belong here." "She does not belong anywhere!" "She is no child of mine." 

The cruel words of the past and flashes of the faces who spoke them woke Mar suddenly. She looked around her and found herself in an unfamiliar forest, and yet there was a familiar presence about. Xeto! She knew that aura of arrogance and scent of self-righteous asshole anywhere. She got up and quickly spun around until her eyes fell on a large white wolf, a familiar sight, and yet something was off.

"Sleep well, dal*?" the wolf teased. (*Dal, meaning daughter.)

"You gave up your right to call me that long ago, Xeto," Mar growled. She thought for a moment that something was wrong with her voice. She brushed the thought away however. "What do you want?"

"Straight to the point then?" Xeto seemed almost amused with this. "I have a task for you, 'Saryah, one you are now in the unique situation to fulfill."

"First off, why would I do anything for you? And second, what unique situation?" Mar questioned. 

"Hmm, you only recently woke, yes? I believe you are the last to do so, and perhaps the situation has yet to dawn on you then," Xeto stated. "It seems the heavens, even those long forgotten, have enemies again. It is only fortunate, however, that they have chosen poorly in their idea of a 'prison' for those such as you and I, my dear."

It finally clicked in Mar's head. There was something off about Xeto's form, and he was the god of perfection, master of form and shape shifting. There was no way he would ever allow himself to have anything he saw as "imperfect", which was among the reasons he denied that Mar was his daughter so long ago. He was weakened... as if he was mortal, or rather this form of him was.

"What happened to you?"

"The same that has happened to many if not all princes and lords of our home realm," Xeto answered, his expression a little grim. "Someone did this to us, trapped us within mortal bodies, forced us to be reborn. I have my suspicions, but I can not say for certain without returning home. And that is where I need your aid."

"Why not just return on your own, as we normally can?" Mar asked, still not quite understanding the whole situation. 

"How do most mortals enter our world, 'Saryah? Is it through their own power?" Xeto paused for only a brief moment, letting his questions settle in. "No, it is through two means; power of a god or through death. I admire the near-genius of whoever did this, but there is one flaw in making us mortal. It only requires our deaths to free us again." 

"And let me guess, you want me to kill you old man?" Mar's voice was laced with a mocking tone. Leave it to her so-called father to only ask something of her if it is dramatic. 

"Sharp, like your newly acquired teeth," Xeto smiled.

"Again, why should I?"

"I forget my children are so foolishly in love with mortals and attached to living among them," Xeto sneered. "I however, am not as blind as you and your brother, nor as selfish. Moaehetur is my domain, my creation, and if I cease to dwell there, what do you expect will come of it? I ask you to set this right for not only do you have the strength to, I know you will not wish to put those you care about in danger. I sense not all have been inflicted with this curse of mortal form, I wonder who of those you love still remain home? Tah'Dajo? Aephier? Cer'Paro? Your beloved Rokumo? Your childr-" 

Before he could finish, Mar lunged at him, lashing out in anger. With one good shove, Xeto's form was tossed to the ground, his head colliding with a large stone. When Mar saw the blood on his face and pooling on the ground, she knew it was over already. She stood there looking at him, almost in shock that he provided no fight back, no desire to live, but then again, if he was right, dying meant living. 

"So this is what mortals fear so much?" Xeto quietly spoke as blood continued to spill out.

"They fear only when they do not know what lies beyond," Mar responded, very calm. She almost felt pity for Xeto. He was said to be the greatest among gods, other than Utura the goddess of mortal creation, yet he knew nothing of what it meant to be alive. Mar was half-mortal, and she knew what it was to live because she knew what it was to die. "May you learn something new of this, otho*." (*Father)

"It has been many ages since I learned anything new." Xeto's eyes were closed, and he almost seemed pleased and at peace. 

"I can end this quickly for you." Mar knew enough about fighting to know the wound was fatal, especially when Xeto was clearly going to nothing to stop the bleeding, though it was a slow killer. 

"No. I wish to learn all I can from this." Xeto opened his eyes and looked at Mar with curiosity. "So what will you do now?"

Mar did not answer him. She stayed with him in silence waiting for him to breath his last. When he finally did, she felt his presence leave, his soul returning to the heavens where he ruled as a king. Mar wanted to feel something other than pity for Xeto. For much of her early life until she finally became a goddess on her own, she wanted Xeto to suffer for the pain he caused her. She wanted to see his face as she stole his throne from him and cast him out as he cast her aside. However, all she felt was pity for him, a god who had never understood mortals as she had, a god who had existed before all else and who would always exist, and yet who perhaps would never understand what is was to be alive.

"I will live," Mar finally spoke to the cold night sky. 

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Mar found others who had been reborn as mortals, specifically she had found Zarah, her oldest friend, and Aephier, Zarah's nephew. Mar found it a little funny that she had been reborn as a wolf, Xeto's favorite creation. She wondered if this was simply one of Xeto's tricks, not some scheme against the gods as he put it. However, Mar decided she was not going to worry over it. She was going to live as she always had. She would find those who had been rejected by others and who would earn her trust, who she could eventually call her family, and she would protect them.

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Random Notes
-Xeto wolf design concept