Anastasia was not a Goddess meant to be toyed with. She had this ethereal horror that clung to her skin, much like the plague. The Goddess of Death was as beautiful as the mourning she brought to the world, and yet, her followers were utterly, undeniably devoted to her, from flesh to soul. Having just finished a carronade, blessing the sickly with good health, and helping the living mourn their dead, Anastasia spread her four wings and took flight to her sky temple. Landing upon the floating island, bridge connecting it to the largest mountain known to man, her talons dipped heavily into the plush, lively grass, and she shifted to a more humane form, casting away her feathered features.

Then she heard it—

A rustle. Then a bang. Then the scrambling of footsteps.

A thief dare invade her home? Anastasia was doubtful. No human was brainless enough to steal from her, the Goddess of Death, Disease, and Healing. Well, none, except you, who scurried past a pillar with a bag of odd things in your hands. Anastasia fumed! She had little to nothing in this ruin to steal, anyway, and this pesky human had the gall to just grab random objects he sought fit to be sold?!

A low growl rumbled from her chest as Anastasia took chase, her inhumane height allowing her to catch the pest quite effectively. She grumbled in the language of Gods as she grabbed this human male by the scruff of his robes. One squint was enough to tell her that this man did indeed have no braincells.

"What a foolish little thing," she scoffed, tossing the man into a large pit in the middle of her beautiful garden, "I thought humans were smarter than this. You disappoint me, filth."

And, yet, despite her harsh, nonchalant remark, her head tilted with curiosity, a bird-ish movement to her. Then she crouched, reaching out a clawed hand, feathers ruffling as she transformed into a demi-form, to poke and prod at the man, testing his patience. It's been so long since she's last socialized with a human who did not wish to be blessed. With a sigh, she drew back and huffed.

"Stop your screeching and squawking, your bird-speech is horrible!" Anastasia sneered. "Though, I do think you'll make a good pet. What shall I feed you, hm?"