Whitey

Sitting down on my brand new plus-sized lay-z boy recliner swaying side to side on my new favorite form of transportation on the back of my new, improved, and oversized elephants. Looking at the back of my new intelligent beast. Using two different mana for its creation; Blue for intelligence, and forethought, and giving it the ability to summon and control water great for defense and clearing a path for it. Green mana for size, power, defense, and instinct.

Standing up reaching out with my mind I feel everything behind me with the setting sun. Focusing closer I can feel several smaller connections with the Moose-man up in Canada carrying a water skin filled with my blood. Almost like filling out a map of the regions to the North of me all snapping into place in the back of my mind giving me Red, Green, Black, and Blue mana. Knowing the Great Plains extend from Texas to Canada I gave him instructions to avoid them until I collect the White mana myself. Before I sent him off I made sure to protect my blood from the undesirables with a custom-made curse.

Thinking back to the curse I can not help but shiver a little. By just pumping it full of Black mana anyone or anything that comes within a few feet of it would have gained what I started calling the 'blight'. If I did not place a separate condition with a massive amount of Blue mana I would have not placed it out into the world. The conditions I placed on the blood were anything within twenty feet with thoughts of collecting, tampering, or even touching will activate the curse. Once activated the target will start breaking out in black bulbous festering openings in the skin. As soon as the blight sores appear they start discharging black puss downing anything around them in the thick chunky liquid. Anyone within the same species similar to the infected host is also susceptible to the curse. The infection after a while will start draining the life force and feed it back to the blight making it stronger and faster acting to a certain point after that threshold is met it will feed the life force to the land around it making it wild untamable mutating the animals. 'Glad I made sure that I cannot spread past a few miles from the blood.' Thank baby Jesus for Blues control.

Shaking my head I can also feel the Titan and his Undead army spread out behind me following along collecting and killing the Undead, the uncommon Xenomorph, and random survivor that thought it was a good idea to shoot at the sixty-foot-tall elephant or the almost fifty-foot tall humanoid Undead. Oh sure we missed loot, the inner loot goblin inside of me is crying and wailing at the injustice.

Standing up and walking toward the head of my elephant I reach forward and spread open the silk curtains hanging a the base of the neck of my ride. Standing on the head of the elephant. Giving a mental nudge to my elephant filling the nudge with happiness and pride. Listening to his low rumble of him I give him a neck scratch as he flaps his ears at me playfully. Looking at I can see a city spread out down the road away from me using my enhanced senses I spy a green sign 'Casper, Wyoming-4 miles' below it listed more cities.

Looking to the Left, Right, and Behind me, I look down upon the zombie surrounding me as silent as the grave the only indication they were the was the synchronized steps beating across the open plains echoing off of the distant mountains. After a few weeks of collecting zombies, I gave up counting them manually and decided to trust my gut feeling about the amount of them. As they were connected to my titan I know the total amount and the increasing amount. Shaking my head I give a mental nudge to the titan behind me with orders he carries out immediately. He does not give any indication of feeling it besides simply raising his newly forged mace by the handle, his fingers twisted around the chain to not hit himself with it ...again. He surges forth with his army going past my leisurely walking ride.

Nudging my elephant to the open planes past the forest surrounding me. Giving a quick flick of my hand I send a droplet of blood toward the forest floor. Watching its crest in an arc landing on the forest floor. The familiar feeling forming into place connected to me and my dimension. An almost non-existent feeling formed in the back of my mind of the savage green mana. A small surge of Blue mana answers my call to clear my head a chilling wave washes over my head. It was almost like sticking my head in a freezer on a hot summer day.

Reaching the plain I step off the left side of my elephant. Before falling too far the oversized trunk of the elephant surges below me giving me a platform to stand on reaching my hand out and patting the head of the elephant as it lowers my past. Closing its eyes letting out a long and low rumble coming from its chest flapping its ears in excitement at the attention given to it. Standing on the ground I look to either side of the elephant; peaking at the enormous ivory tusks jutting out at the lower jaw. The largest of the tusks jut out in a half circle coming to the ground almost dragging but has a few feet for clearance. Attached to the side of the tusks are protrusions inner locked into each other forming a chain that dragged behind the beast as it walked making deep bone rattling sounds. Looking closely you can spot half-foot-long spikes running up and down the chain and up the tusks and leg's of the elephant.

Standing on the ground I let out a breath before almost unconsciously doing the now familiar set of movements of spilling blood on new ground. Feeling the connection connect to the back of my head. Taking a few deep breaths being prepared for the information in the beginning. On the surface, one sees strength, fortitude, elegance, and purity. Looking deeper underneath There is little room for change, there is little flexibility, only the iron dictum of the initial design. White is not a prejudiced color; instead, it is proud to the point that it is elitist. White sees itself and its people as "the chosen people", better than everyone else. White believes itself to be the best because it fights on the side of righteousness or its version of 'righteousness'. It boils down to an old coot's favorite saying "The greater good". The masses before the individual. I do not need to worry about that for right now as I am the individual and the masses. I am not about to go and start letting everyone and anyone into my dimension, because it is MINE. Shaking the thoughts out of my mind for now.

Looking deeper into the information given white can create edicts; for example, white can give its self-protection form named foe. Giving its creations and its controller protection from specific races, named opponents, and abilities to boost its power and defense to ridiculous degrees.

White is also the color of numbers in moments you can go from fighting alone to having an army fit for most opponents. White can also give its creations the ability to general life force. The creations never tire in the face of foes with an unnatural ability to never tire. White can slot-seal opposing foes, either by making them unable to attack or draining energy to an untold degree when being attacked. Enchanting is also favored among White Planeswalkers; enchantments with enough time and the right placement can feel even the mighty Nicol-Bolas, the dragon god.

Opening my eyes I gaze across the open plains before me itching to start making amulets and enchanting them against every big bad I know the names of so when I run into them I can just laugh in the face of their spells and attacks. The thought of that brings a smile to my face. The basics of enchanting are already in my head I just need to expand on them.

The further I clean this world the closer I can feel to something. I do know not what it could be but have a feeling to head south and discover it.

----POV CHANGE-----

Moose-man

Father, Master, Creator, God, or as he told us to call him Jake. We shall not we may not be able to speak as he speaks, but he understands us; cares for us. Loves us we are his children his decisions are the command of our God so they shall be done. Caressing the skin lovingly I feel his power grow for every drop of divine liquid I place upon the unsatisfied lands of the heathens. They should be grateful he told me not to eat them or I would have dined upon their succulent flesh.

I take great enjoyment in watching the foolish mortals try and collect the holy blood of father. Withering on the ground in great pain spreading the curse of the father upon friends so should happen to the father's enemies. They arrive in the black machine or to their father's knowledge a 'Helicopter' standing on the blessed ground every piece of grass is more precious than them and their ilk. Father said this would happen, Father was right, Father is always right. The gifts he has placed upon my flesh and soul guarantee I shall not wither, nor shall I fall. Listening to their screams of pain and suffering is the best music for me. Besides the so call 'band' Slipknot something about them resonates with my being.

Watching the fools is fun, but I have a mission to do blessing the land. I am sad to miss the creation of another family member. I wish I could meet him but I have a duty. Father, I am always right. I keep my ears and eyes open for anything father might like. Humming a small tune from the song 'Psychosocial' moving through the newly claimed mountains for father. Fathers will be done, off further East as father commanded more land awaited to be claimed.

A/N: Collected the set lol so no more different colors only thing to look forward to is mixing and matching different colors. Hope you enjoyed the creation POV have been thinking of showing you how they act and respond to my character. Thanks for reading almost at 15k so save your power stones please they don't count for anything but my ego for now. Do leave a comment, concern, or critique please if you find a mistake or anything like that I will probably go back every other week to fix and or proofread the chaps. Hope you have a wonderful day.

AA/N: Fixed with goog…. word docs