[center][h2]Astarte[/h2]
9 Might, 3 FP
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She flipped her hair over her shoulder and closed her eyes, droplets of magical essence flying all over behind her onto the surface of the boulder she sat on and, further away, the trunks of the large trees in the deepwoods. It was so dark then that the droplets orbiting around the Goddess of Magic, numerous and slow, gave the scene a resemblance to the night sky. Unreachable, mysterious and beautiful. 

Astarte wasn't smiling. She wasn't laughing or smirking or even frowning. Her lips were slightly parted, the corners of which took no particular direction. Her jaw was relaxed, hanging open slightly and making Astarte's upper teeth lightly touch her lower lip. Her head was angled upward with eyes gently closed. She didn't breathe. The only movement in the area came from the floating droplets of her essence.

She didn't want to make it this bad. A mere few million years of playing around and the animals within the Deepwoods already avoided her. It made her sad. She wasn't too rough with them, was she? The last time she pulled something on a group of monkeys, only a dozen of them died. 

A high whine was heard from a few meters away. No doubt an animal who'd noticed her. Chasing it wasn't even worth the bother. Why would she do such a thing when she had done it hundreds of times before? What would make such an action worth pushing the animals further away? Nothing.

She didn't know what to do. She wanted to cry.

She clenched her jaw and pressed her lips together. Her brow furrowed into a frown. She pressed the palms of her hands against the boulder under her and felt a rush of emotion coming straight from her heart and over to all parts of her body.

As soon as she started feeling her heart beat in her ears, her eyes water and the first sob escape her mouth, she released a torrent of energy. The droplets of essence orbiting around her sped up to form a whirlwind of light. Some bits of the essence went so wild that it shot out into the woods. Other bits tore right into the earth, and others crashed against the trees around Astarte.

Whatever the essence touched was immediately imbued with magic. Some things couldn't take the energy and turned to ash. Others merely died, but a few of them survived.

As suddenly as the show of raw emotion started, it ended. No floating essence was left to shoot out haphazardly into the bottom of the Deepwoods. No feature of Astarte remained tense. 

That's when Astarte finally opened her eyes and looked around. Some of the trees around her now had a small patch of what could only be described as veins of magical essence. Lavender in colour and with a strongly pulsating brightness, she could sense the purity of the magic now present within the surviving trees. 

And then she looked down and saw the boulder under her. Veins ran all over it. They were so bright that they stopped looking like veins altogether and resembled cracks of light. It also smelled different, she noticed. Like wet dirt.

Seeing the rock brought a grin to Astarte's face. Her entire expression brightened up as she jumped off the boulder, slipping in the proccess.

[b]"Oof!"[/b] She gasped in surprise as she fell on her butt several meters below on the ground. 

She didn't feel any pain, being a Goddess and all, so she didn't waste any time in standing back up to admire the boulder. The thing was at least five meters tall and looked more like an obelisk of some sort than a mere rock with its brand new Magic Veins. She could barely contain her squeals of excitement as she ran up to the thing and pressed her entire body against it. 

A light rush of heat went through her body, which made her all the more excited.

She needed to show this to someone and try this with some kind of animal. The kind that wouldn't run away from her or things touched by her, and the only one she knew who could supply her with such an animal would be no one less than Zephyrion. He did have a huge place of his own, right? He must hold a ton of animals she could borrow for her experiments! Who knows what would happen to a dog if it licked the Rock?

[hider=Summary]
- Astarte has grown bored with the Deepwoods after spending the last few billion years messing with the wildlife. The wildlife also avoids her and anything touched by her like the plague.

- In a fit of confusing feelings, Astarte imbues a small area of the bottom of the Deepwoods with her essence, forcing magical essence into a lot of the plantlife within a hundred meter radius from the Rock. The magical plantlife as well as the Rock now possess what she calls Magic Veins. They're like tendrils of pulsating magic. They're also lavender in colour.

- She decides she wants to see what happens to living beings who touch the Rock, but wants the living beings to do so under their own free will, so she decides to seek out Zephyrion, thinking he ought to have a few mortals she could use around his citadel. [/hider]
[hider=Might Summary]
9 Might, 3 Free Points remaining.

4 Might used to create the Rock, a Holy Site with unknown properties.

5 Might, 3 FP Remaining[/hider]