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08-29-2015, 06:33 PM
Ashamin
Thank the God of the Spark for Badger. Ashamin felt the burns on his back like hot coals and immediately he fell, unable to complete his buck. All he could do was collapse into the water. Until Badger came. The gelding's generosity was remarkable, his willingness to risk his own life to save that of a near stranger's so genuine that Ashamin could focus on nothing else. Everything happened so quickly, but he knew better than to reject the boy's herbs and medicines now. With haste he tugged from Badger's grip with a thankful smile, pressing them deeper onto his burns until at last, their raging fire was quelled. He heard the battle behind him like a clamor, and he knew. Everything would be over, soon. Ashamin struggled to stand, then, gathering purchase on the uneven footing of the shore. It was Maren who stood before him when he rose. Maren. "This God... I think he is angered by our presence, I'm... I'm unsure," he answered her honestly, weakly reaching out to press his cheek (even that, bloody) to hers. The edges of his sarong floated gently on the water, the rest of it barely draped over his withers. When he turned back and saw the chaos come to a close, he knew he had to move. "Maren, come!" he cried out, struggling to get out of the water before the false god fell. But the fall ended in magic, more than anything else. The haruspex looked around as the scene became almost beautiful. Were it not for the masses of dying and injured souls, he would have believed it. He pulled himself ashore and carefully walked into the shadow, trying to make out the words of the Time God and others. But he tripped. As if he were not injured enough, he tripped again. Only this time, there was something of use beneath his feet. There, hidden in the shadow and beside a broken jawbone, was the upper half of the Bear God's skull. The vestige was magnificent, stained in blood and studded in blue crystal, and as if by some religious motivation, the haruspex lowered himself to touch it immediately. Was he honoring the fallen god, even after having fought to defeat it, or taking this mask as a trophy? He was unsure. But the moment he touched it, it seemed to become a part of him, condensing into a faint blue crystal of a massive tooth that wove into his mane behind his poll. Somehow, he knew he could call upon it later. When he drew himself out of the shadow then, hoping Maren was still at his side and vaguely seeking Badger to thank him, he felt renewed. In a strange, injured, pained, and half-dead sort of way, he felt alive. He heard arguments and curses, he heard the groans of the hurt, but still he knew something miraculous had happened. At the hooves of the Time God, he knelt in pure worship. |
Ashamin thanks Badger and then wanders out of the water. He finds the bear skull left behind by Knox and Manhattan by chance. He bows before the Time God. Standing near @Maren , looking for @Badger.
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