| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 |
| M.E. |
....Did that hurt you...?
The cavern of the mirror continued to sport a particular, musky scent that stubbornly permeated the inner sanctum, no matter how much Sin frequented it. It seemed Myrddin’s influence would persist for as long as was possible—as well as another lingering musk of female, surely. Yet Sin never knew the lady Huyana very well passed the image of a quiet, sea-painted smile etched sadly into the dark backdrop of the basin mountainsides. How very tragic the dame seemed to be, though her ocean eyes didn’t stir Sin’s sympathies as much as the ghost-white image of his master did.
Whatever the case, Sin’s time since the meeting had been filled to the brim with his own brand of buzzing activity. On his end of things, there were artifacts to preserve, experiments to keep from ruin until he would be able to pursue those particular facets of his interests—for though Sin’s academic range had been drastically expounded upon, his missions regarding natural philosophy continued to tug at an affectionate heartstring somewhere deep, deep in the void of his humanity. But once his personal affairs were in order—why, there was much material for him to brush up upon, regarding the histories of his noble clan of regal unicorns; as well as the times gone by that detailed Helovia’s evolution and the relation between the tribes of pegasi, the primitive of equines, and the unicorns of eld in those tender eras; tales of valiant figures to retain by memory; organizing whatever access he had, in short, to the collections left by his predecessors in his position.
In addition to this, Sin took it upon himself to frequent the cavern of the Mirror, as he had oft witnessed his master do in the earliest days of the Basin. The breath within Sin’s chest would always freeze with a curious buzz whenever he gazed upon the mirror of eerie, ethereal beauty and power. He had witnessed a former king emerge from the mysterious depths of the divine looking-glass; he had even seen how the mirror had fallen, impossibly shattered, a work of forces too awesome to fully understand. And now, in these days since being named Haruspex, Sin gazed at the mirror, into the mirror, in simple contemplation. For though he was well versed in the arts of natural philosophy, he had to ponder to himself—how best should one summon and speak with a god?
It only took seconds for the question to be ripped from Sin’s possession—as well as a flash of light form the mouth of the cave, and a great, booming voice that could leave no doubt of its owner, and who it was calling for.
Erupting from depths of the cavern like a dappled demon, Zikar-Sin made absolute haste for the Time God, seemed to stand in a charred and ruined area of his own splendor. Sin gazed upon the stout stallion with of mix of awe, reverence—not fear, however, Sin didn’t know how to feel that particular emotion—and avid, wild excitement bubbling from his wide, slightly protuberant, icy eyes. Keeping a healthy distance from the black god, Sin fell on his knees in exultation; the curved point of his horn nearly touched the ruined ground. Rising again, Sin wore his most earnest grin, saying, as he did so, “Great Lord of Time and Lightening, it is an honor to be called to your presence here!” The blurred image of his blue eye staring through the frosted glass of his monocle was one that was ever attentive, ever observant, and also slightly manic—for the unfortunate scholar could not control that piece of him as much as he could wield the lightning that had razed the ground. “If it pleases you, Lord, I’ve been named Haruspex of the Aurora Basin unicorns.” Some of his excitement managed to slip into his tongue as he continued, “I do look forward to serving you and your glorious domain, my Lord!”
...Forgive Me...
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