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08-23-2015, 08:18 PM
What arrogant fools
and thin-hearted beasts
This land bore in the past
But look, it seems one still remains.
At first, the answer was innocent enough. It was a matter of religion, a matter of history; as Haruspex and as Ashamin, the paint was able to understand and respect these powerful forces. So he listened with great intent as Rikyn wove a historical tale, wondering all the while how he hadn't ever heard any of it before.
But that was not something he could dwell on.
As the story wore on, Ashamin unconsciously walked further into the cave's enveloping warmth. Lochan wasted no time in closing the gap, pressing his brow against Lochan's knee affectionately. Lochan was scared, and as Rikyn wore on Ashamin began to understand why.
There was pride, in this cave: one of the most powerful and threatening forces Ashamin had ever known. And though the paint had been raised to never feel it himself, he had seen it. He had known, too, that it was part of why his mother had been in the cold and away from her herd on the night of Ashamin's birth--part of the reason she'd died, perhaps.
He wouldn't let it take him, and he wouldn't let it take his herd.
Ashamin narrowed his eyes--his tail slapped against his own legs impatiently. "A good thing that such arrogance is in this herd's history, then," he answered pointedly when Rikyn concluded at last. "To be granted a gift like this by the Gods... it is a miracle, truly. To hold onto that as right is a fool's errand--do not implicate me in in, Rikyn."
It was harsh, perhaps, but Ashamin needed to make himself clear. He needed to show that he was standing on firm ground that had perhaps once been created by a God but not for moral abhorrence. The Basin as it stood now was a testament to that: proud, but not superior. They held no right, as far as Ashamin had seen--simple a noble integrity and a will to survive together.
It was camaraderie, not right.
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