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02-07-2013, 04:22 PM
The God of the Sun filtered down to the veins in a cloud of fire, and his prickly demeanor was nearly palpable in the stiff way he stood and the glare in his golden eyes. "What do you want?" he snapped, fire bursting from his mane and the tips of his wings to punctuate his irritation. The otherwise normal and lovely day had turned rather sour in an instant, and the God cared not. He had assumed that since the veins were destroyed that mortals would not coming pining at his shrine, but no! Here stood one stallion, wanting something.
Fine. He would be able to quest for his prize, but the God was certainly not going to help. After giving gifts and being used, the Sun God was not in the mood.
