Faux waited Gwen's whole natural life, seeing her grow and love and live without ever interfering overmuch in her fate. But when Gwen was finally freed from this world after a long, eventful life, he seized the opportunity- and her soul- with all the avarice of a Greek god. "You're mine, now," he said with equal parts anticipation and glee, pulling her into his realm of influence and molding her to his will without trepidation. He sculpted out of mud and vines her perfect form- that is to say, the one he found maximally pleasing. He crafted a mixture of many things she had been once: the adorable moppet in spirit, the extremely well-endowed tween in body, the vivacious woman in mane, and the genius in mind.
She appeared before him in his realm, coalescing in a burst of aetheric nature energy. Vines, leaves and earth came to her, as if she had called to them. A woven loincloth of shed fur hung on her impressive hips, a small top and a bow of leaves to accentuate her hair, a vine binder for her tail, and most tellingly of all, a pair of high heeled sandals- as much of a mixed blessing her maturing from a mud moppet into a 'proper girl' had been for him, Faux made explicitly sure he would never be denied the sight of that big skunkbutt bouncing with every step. It was a perfect marriage of the nature-loving adventurousness of her youngest years and the mature interests that marked her life after.
Gwen opened her eyes, gasping at the new consciousness she had. "Is this... the afterlife...?"
"It is for you!" Faux answered, his tail wagging excitedly.
"Wait. What??" she asked, more surprised than anything.
"You remember all those times I said 'you can do whatever you want, but in the end, your soul belongs to me,' and you laughed?" He gestured around. "Surprise! I wasn't joking~♪"
"I-... I had no idea you could even do this," she admitted. "Wait." She looked herself over- chest, hands. "Whoa." Hips. Feet. "And why do I look like a jungle stripper?" She cocked a brow.
"Because that's what I wanted," he said matter of factly, as if he was surprised she'd even ask. "I think you'll find that what I want is extremely relevant to your life- your sphere is Desire, after all. Well, and the fact that you're here because of me."
She folded her arms and gave him a suspicious smirk. "Uh-huh. So what, I'm one of your magical floozies, now?"
"Yes!" he cheered. "My favorite one! The hottest and smartest and funnest one! You're finally all mine and I can do whatever I want with you! This is so exciting."
"Wait, for real though. You said I had a sphere. I'm... some kind of god, now?"
"Oh, pfft. I'm not even a god, but if I was a god, you'd be like a... valkyrie or something." He waved his hand and she was suddenly wearing the armor of a winged Norse warrior... the stripperiffic version, of course.
"Oh! Well. I guess that's pretty cool," she conceded, striking a pose before the armor fell off her cartoonishly and she was brought back to her original outfit. "So... what's our job, then?"
He laughed. "Job?? There's no job, Gwen. Play! Think! Explore! You do what you want to."
"Or what you want to," she accused in that very litigating way she did, which drove him crazy.
"Oh," he sassed her back. "Well if you're going to accuse me of abusing my power over you, then I might as well."
She smirked, rolling her eyes, arms folded. "Uh-huh."
He snapped his fingers, and they were in a cabin. He laid on a feather bed and patted it. "To me, o Mason of Wants!" He looked her up and down, grinning. "We have much to do."
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