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03-09-2013, 02:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-09-2013, 02:46 AM by Zikar-Sin.)
What a journey it had been for the Disciple and his Haruspex. Helovia was an unknown world to Zikar-Sin, a state of great power and mystery that shunned and scorned the dappled stallion ever since he took his first steps passed the Threshold of evergreens; he remembered vividly the harsh bite of the Winged one, the jarring kick of the Hornless. Sin shivered the think about it, how he had been attacked and disturbed in that quiet place without once provoking the poor mares to do so. He had been minding his own business, conducting his experiments in the peace of his own privacy; it was the Basin unicorns, back before they had a Basin to call home, that had accepted the dappled stallion and his admittedly alien ways. Was he so different from the bulk of equimanity? Was he such a rotten stump in the forest of souls that he was doomed to be segregated and shunned by those who deemed him a monster on sight? Was that truly his fate?
It was this irritation with the rest of the world—this hidden fear of persecution of his peers- that had kept Sin secluded in the heart of the Steppe, using the icy wind drifts to cover his trail and shadow from those accusing eyes. He found a life of comfort there and, surprisingly, he had found his calling, his true place in the world; he had become a true scholar and student in his chosen field of study, free and encouraged to pursue those experiments that were condemned by the rest of the world—and through those studies, he had found a master to take him under his wing and accept his strange psyche. Even now, though blinded and crippled in that way he might be, Myrddin had shown something else beautiful to Zikar-Sin; he had granted him a reason to step forth from the frozen safety of the Basin to trek upon the lands of Helovia, and see with eyes unclouded by fear at the marvels of the land. The thistle-laced hills, the crystalline creeks that writhed through the land, the crimson streaks of heat that pumped the life blood of the land—Sin saw this and amny more as he offered his assistance to the Haruspex, all the while gazing in awe with is mind buzzing with a dozen questions about the world. Who, what, when, where, why? He must know and ask these things, but he was contented simply in the opportunity of asking.
Sin wasn’t much in the way of a vain stallion; true, there were some things here and there, odd trinkets of the soul and yearnings of the mind that Sin wished to possess, but in the main Sin didn’t invest much in the pursuit of material gain. He had no particular wish for otherworldly power; he had no real desire for a lifelong companion to hang upon his heel and wither. He was content enough to be a Disciple of the Basin, and a student to the Haruspex Myrddin, that he didn’t feel he should wish for those things. It could be that Sin would never have gazed upon the rocky, floating paths laced and pulsing with docile blue land-blood, nor would he had gazed upon the grandeur of the Goddess’s shrine. It was ruined, surely, and yet there was still something profound about its presence, as though mocking the innermost core of Sin’s mortality with the knowledge of a greater existence. It was the feeling of being humbled by the presence of a God, and though Sin was rather humble on his own accord, this extra sensation of chastening threatened to painfully constrict his throat. He had never been so aware of his own humanity before.
*”You have done me a great service by bringing me here, youngling. Soon, I shall look upon your face, and give thanks.”*
Ah. So this was indeed the reason for their trek to the azure Veins—it turned out his master coveted something as well. Sin had wondered, over the course of the journey, just what his master had wanted so much to seek an audience with the immortal beings. He had refrained from asking, however, knowing that his answer would come if he but just watched and listened—just as it turned out. “It was a priviledge, master,” Sin said, feeling the touch Myrddin bestowed upon him and the great, warm surge of pride that bubbled from it, “I’m only glad that you have reached the end of your quest, and heartened to know you could trust me to help you reach your goal.”
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