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05-11-2016, 12:58 PM
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God of the Spark
"Thought you'd be out chasing wolves."
The God did not appear from the mirror, but through a sizzling bolt of silent lightning somewhere behind Ashamin. His hardened gaze looked at the mirror and the rocks around it, no longer perfectly unmarred surfaces. He pushed his upper lip forward with his teeth thoughtfully for a moment, staring into the murky reflections. "At least someone likes that damned thing." He murmured to himself. A bolt of lightning arched suddenly from the tip of his horn and zig-zagged in the air towards the glass and the surrounding area. When it struck, surprisingly, it did not shatter. Instead the reflective surface began to glow with a white-hot blue light, as if having absorbed the electrical current. As the light faded and spilled out onto the ground, the mirror stood, once again in pristine condition. The rocks too glistened faintly with spark-light, and once that faded, were cleansed.
The God only grunted.
"So Haruspex," The God began, waiting for Ashamin to turn and regard him. Today he looked more discheveled than normal. His fur was patchy from the birdsong thaw, but his beard was more tangled and longer than normal. He slouched, leaning heavily on one hip. "What'll it be this time?" Would the unicorn want to know more about the wolves? Did they need help? Or perhaps the God would receive more bumbling questions about herd politics that he had absolutely no interest in?
He exhaled.
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FOXX
