You're a god helping your fellow peers in the creation of the mortal realm. A feast is called once the first mortal race is created, and you decide to participate too!. At the feast, you see that Keillas the Ill-tempered is there too. You two barely talk and you suspect he doesn't like you. For some reason, you wake up the next day with foggy memories in a den, with two strong arms wrapped around your waist and intense purring.