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First came the sense of blindness, the consuming darkness that could not be shrugged off. This was different from before, when there was no life that would perceive there was now a being - a new one at that.
It knew it's name, its shape, it's breath and it's thoughts. Now it only had to speak, to see, to move... to [i]think...[/i] The being willed itself upwards, through whatever land was above itself.The being rose and rose some more, each second the heat it could feel grew in strength until finally it reached the open air.

From the sand Faliir arose, taking his first breath and feeling the full force of the sun on himself. He opened his eyes to his surroundings. The sand now beneath his feet collapsed the hole he had travelled from, the water passing around his feet further towards the shore and then it hastily fell backwards into the ocean.

This was Faliir and this was his birth.
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Faliir wasted little time to set to work, it was an instinct - Faliir would be against himself to resist. The Deity reached for the fur skin that clothed his lower body and by plucking several strands the being began his work. [color=f9e022][i]"I name thee as the steeds of others, may to aid many on their quests..."[/i][/color] He whispered onto the stands, blowing them into the wind from his open palm after. They floated around at first seeming to move with the wind but as they settled they began to grow, to take shape. Soon several quadrupedal beings stood up on the sand, bowing their heads to their creator and then heading towards a forest nearby. These beings would be self-sufficient, able to live off the land around it.

Faliir's mind then became clear, he became able to think much clearer after that short lived impulse had been treated. Reaching for another strand of hair from his clothing he also collected one of his own from his head - entwining them before blowing it away. This time it was no horse that grew, instead it was only the lower half that did, the upper body resembled Faliir's body. The creature did not bow this time, Faliir had no need for it to. Instead the creator pressed his thumb on the forehead of his creation, sharing some of his power with his son who would now be able to commune with others that could be seen as [i]lesser[/i] than itself. 

There was one final act to do, walking to the ocean Faliir cups an amount of the salt water and carries it towards the forest himself, to the nearest tree. Passing his power into the water he sprinkles it over the roots to which in response the bark groans and grows, a once mundane creation would now live for centuries with a trunk that could grow to the height of the clouds and a crown greater than that. It will bear yellow fruit from hundreds of it's branches, the several seeds in each would imbue strength both mental and physical to whoever consumes such a delicacy... This would all be in time though for although the tree was now taller than its neighbors it was not such a size as of yet, for now there would only be eight and for any more to grow would require more power or patience... Faliir was contempt with the number that grew for now and plucked one at random. He gifted the fruit to his creation, the Centaur, who consumed the fruit from it's own hands - spitting back out one seed at Faliir's command. [color=f9e022][i]"Go now, plant this where it can grow, where it will not be injured for many years."[/i][/color] The creature then left into the forest, disappearing into the foliage.

Looking around he saw several others around. Stepping forwards he introduces himself, [color=f9e022]"Greetings others, I am Faliir - Now father of several."[/color]

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Might: 4/4 - Level 1
[indent]Faliir was born from under (or from) the sand.[/indent]
(1 Miracle) - Faliir created the first horses,
(1 Might) - Faliir created the first Centaur,
(1 Miracle) - Faliir granted the Centaur the ability to communicate with simple species.
(1 Might) - Faliir created a magical tree, the seeds of its yellow fruit grant heightened strength and fortitude.

[indent]Faliir feeds a seed to his Centaur before sending it off with one seed to plant in safety.
Faliir says "Yo" to those on the beach.[/indent]

End;
Level 2
Might: 1.5/4
Acts of Creation: 0.5/4
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