Hmm, just in case.
@"Nek0Nerd0" They're not the one you wait for. They're not the one you plan for. But, they're the one you're not surprised about. I mean, how else could their clothes get so red without staining the white shirt? They use the bleach to cover it all up. To make things clean. To make things goo. To make things, like bones, sparkling white. Blood and bones are all that's needed to recreate a person, a creature, after all. That"s why the mammoth keeps failing - no blood. But perhaps... They can bring the mammoth to life?
@"npixelz" Coming down from the skies above on a beautiful early morning, when the sky is pink. They drift down on a warm, cotton candy cloud with hair as fiery as the sun. Ready to give you a chance to join the ranks - "Riddle me this, what can you hold in your right hand, but never your left?" Standing there proudly they wait, as they have spent their life recruiting potential folks to be blessed as demigods by Apollo, while weeding out Narcissus's thralls.