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10-26-2015, 04:22 PM
THE HARUSPEX
on his own
on his own
Day brought sleep over the Haruspex before he had discovered anything. It was rare that he experienced revelations just by staring into that mirror at the back of his cave--in fact, he never really had. But he still had a fervent hope that he might accomplish something just by looking.
It felt, to him, as if he were the only one in the herd with such a sedentary role. He stirred himself with spars and the activity of mock battle, but that had grown to be too much for him as of late. There were real wars happening now, and he was too much a part of those to separate himself and host spars in the Basin as well. He couldn't keep up those appearances--he still had healing wounds, still had dark memories of those battles.
His faith and his trust in the beauty of death could only carry him so far. It was still tragedy, if not for those who died but those who remained. Four gods had died with less consequence than those several mortals whose lives had been ended, because the mortals had been loved.
He dreamed of death again, but this time with much less horror. Ashamin knew its comfort, now. And when the sounds of hoofbeats infiltrated his nocturnal sleep he tried to push them away, ignore them, so that he could continue to live among the dead. What was dreaming but an escape to heaven, once you had seen it?
But he could not ignore the sound, and even Lochan's consciousness stirred. Not enough for the young cerndyr to wake, but enough for Ashamin to. He turned his head sleepily to the sound.
Rexanna?
He blinked awake, his long tail flickering like a flame being born, his large ears twitching with tired excitement. It had been some time since he had seen this friend, perhaps...
No, it wasn't just to catch up, of course not. She needed him as an advisor, because that was his role. Even his friends remembered that when he forgot it.
"Rexanna?" he answered, dragging his body slowly from the mirror's shadow and into the day's bright light, "What is it that you need?"
For I must always be here and alive, ever at your service.
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