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Gull
Now, you’ve seen some pretty weird things here, but nothing, nothing in your time at Helovia comes close to this. Even before your hooves touch rock, the clouds above begin to part, bathing the shrine in light. And then, as you land, the light materializes, spontaneously combusting into a floating ring of flames that singes your whiskers and makes you jump back cursing, precariously close to the ledge. But you do not fall, for you are rooted to the spot as a giant steps out of the flames. At first, he seems vaguely reminiscent of that—what was his name? Gau-something? –you’d seen on the beach. It must be the flaming wings and the horns, and maybe the size…but if you’d thought Gaucho was huge, he didn’t even come close to the space this creature filled. Not only was he physically large, with a wingspan so vast that it seemed to touch both sides of the horizon, but he had a presence about him that signaled a power that no mere mortal could possibly possess. Your expression is quite comical as you gaze up at him stupidly, speechless for once, with your own puny wings drooping at your sides. “You’re real,” you breathe without realizing you’re thinking aloud, eyes practically popping out of your head…because let’s be real, even if you’d seen the things that went on here, you hadn’t really expected a god to show up. Heck, you weren’t even religious. Were you supposed to bow or something? Awkwardly backed against the cliff’s edge, you settle for a jerky head lowering, accompanied by what can only be described as a cross between a cough and a squeak. “Um…” Because what does one say to a god—or if not a god, a creature who could easily barbeque you with a flick of his tail? Oh hello there! So nice of you to drop by! Lovely, er, shrine you’ve got here… No. Mentally, you visualize yourself getting incinerated in a matter of seconds, flesh vanishing in a column of flame until only a charred skeleton stands before the god, grinning blissfully before collapsing into a pile of bones at his feet. Now might be a good time to tread carefully, Gull. As much as life may suck right now, you don’t really have a death wish either. So there you are, choking on your words, when the god (or whatever he is) must get tired of waiting for you. “So you come seeking my power,” he intones, in a bored voice, piercing golden eyes honing in on you. “Why?” Well, good question sir. So much for small talk, then. “Er…” you begin, unable to meet his gaze no matter how hard you try. “Ah…” Your eyes slide to the lava behind him, which has begun to bubble and boil in a most uncomfortable way. Better get it together, Gull. “Because it’s unfair,” you say finally, tearing your thoughts away from the magma. “Because if I’m going to survive in this place, I deserve a fighting chance.” If everyone else had magic on their side, then why shouldn’t you? "talk talk talk" @[Official] tagging because it's been a bit (: |
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