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08-22-2015, 03:32 PM
Ashamin
Three things happened: Ashamin awoke. Ashamin heard the world expand in a great sound like a bubble bursting. Ashamin ran east. With every hoof-fall he wondered if he was right. As he cantered forth into unknown territory, beyond his cave with Lochan left behind and asleep, beyond the frostbreath steppe, and to a place he'd never before seen, he wondered if he was right. He looked for purple, he listened for the sounds of war. But everything was only electricity. He looked down at the scene from atop the crest of a hill, his heartbeat so rapid he felt as if her were floating, and surveyed. In a waterfall seemingly soaked with blood, a god rested his wounds. And though Ashamin had never yet seen a god, or his god, he knew it was a god. And he knew, with the faint hum of lightning crackling through the air, it was the God of the Spark. He bowed. Far enough away that he could not make out faces and could only recognize the rather colorful crowed to be full of strangers, it was quite likely that he was unseen. But he bowed, his knees grinding into the earth, and lowered his head. His sarong, white and bloodstained, touched delicately to the earth. His ears hummed with the pumping of his own blood. The haruspex was young, and without the company of his companion he was in some ways alone. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't know where he was, or who it was that made up the vast crowd before him. He thought he spotted Rikyn. Maybe others, it was all a blur. But he knew, he was in the presence of a god. And then, Ashamin heard His voice and started to shake. "" [[Migraine crap. Wanted to get this in while I still could.]] |
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