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10-25-2012, 04:40 PM
Such selfish creatures, bringing their gifts and anomalies and bobbles into the land that he and his siblings created. The mortal wretch had a lifespan of a summer's gnat, and they were usually just as irritating. Two, clear blue eyes watched the crows in morbid fascination from his perch among the divine, and he mused that they simply must disappear. A grin passed over his lips.
Ah, and here comes the good two hooves with her petulant dragon. She and her wicked mind, stuffed to the brim and filled with darkness she was too blind to see wandered into the cave to meet the creature, but the God had already silenced the horde of inky, feathered creatures.
Oh, but they were not dead, no. The creatures had been snatched individually and carefully from the time-stream in which this reality was occurring. Forward? Backward? Parallel? The universe in which they rested no longer mattered, because they no longer existed here. For his own amusement, the Time God watched the blue stallion scream in anger at the young, wicked femme. Would she have been observant enough to see the blackest purple pull the birds into the wall?
Oh the curiosity, but he has much better places to be than fixing a spat between two mortal creatures. Much more delicate matters rested in the balance.
