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From within the woods Faliir sensed a greater power interacting with his horses, he felt some shift and change into other beings from the power to which he felt grateful. It seemed that diversity was not much of an option for him with his current strength - for another to bear the weight alongside him did indeed improve the situation. The two new species were clearly shaped for different purposes; One was short and agile whilst another was taller that Fallir himself and walked in a terrestrial quadrupedal manner... Faliir smiled at the creativity of this being.

Then she walked towards him, emerging from the forest with cane in hand. The female being bowed as she spoke his name before congratulating him on his creations... a joke seemed to be made to which Faliir smiled. The introductions was to be cut short it seemed. As soon as she appeared the Mater sprung off in a haste, bounding after another's creation before finishing what she had said.

It seemed that there were many of his kind around, all the while he had been working one in particular seemed to jump in joy at his emergence and initial creations, though this dwindled after his centaur appeared. Faliir thought about introducing himself but the being flew off in crimson light...

To Faliir it seemed that many of the deities would be extravagant... at least from whom he had met and if they represented the whole...

It would seem that the eons may sprawl into a jumble... sometimes a drag and other times a cause for celebration...
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The being trotted through the forest spread, the woodland harbouring invisible entities that perhaps would not be as friendly as his creator... The wind whistled through the branches as the Centaur began to slow his pace to a trot, the grass along the path flattening beneath the feet of the being...
Then it emerged.
The Centaur sensed him as he approached, turning sharply to face the being - in fear they became unsteady... Then the Centaur felt at peace as the being moved ever so closer, the began to think; [i]"What was this being that could tame me so easily?"[/i] It's instincts drove it to blissful curiosity.
[color=skyblue]"I am Promus, and I bestow upon you and your kindred the gift of Speech."[/color] 
Even though he could not speak beforehand, the Centaur simply [i]knew[/i] what the being - what Promus was saying...
The first words came out without intention, "My thanks o'Elder." The Centaur stood stiff for a moment as he realised what had passed from his lips, it was then when he realised - sounds could be heard from his head, as though they had always been there - as though they meant more than sound or instinctual impressions... This had occurred only once before in the ever-so-short life of him... When Father Faliir gifted him a similar power...

There was no use thinking any further on the subject as of now, instead the Centaur used it's new found ability on instinct to greet the being.
"Greetings, I am a creation of my father..." the being thought before continuing. "I am tasked with a great quest... of sorts. I must scour the lands to find a safe and worthy land to plant my father's tree... and to protect it whenever harm may befall it... Perhaps you may be of assistance o'Elder?"

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The days began to pass for Faliir, without much to set his mind to with the lack of creatures and therefore lack of heroism he spent his time empowering ants to fight for scraps, for critters to fight for hearths and what he tended to do; simply watch mortals through their days. Life was already a bore for Faliir and it hadn't been a long while that he had existed... The mortals were ever so boring, either moving or not. What was it they did when they were immobile for so long - they sprawled across the flooring for hours upon end. They only thought of darkness the whole time, an abyss of nothingness that took up so much of their time without granting so much as a use. This needed to change and Faliir had an idea.

One of his relatives created a strange, winged creature capable of flight. It sung melodies and could create serenity within calm listeners. Faliir took hold of one that fluttered nearby, with his calming presence the bird accepted it's fate. The Deity took upon inspecting the bird, it's shape, colours, textures and design committed to memory, plucking a feather ever so carefully before placing it on the ground to which it flew into the air and whisked itself away on the winds. Faliir had all that he required. Whistling on the feather it began to glow a sandy yellow, encased within it's glow it began to grow and change - soon there was an entire being that sat in Faliir's hands. It was a bird yet not as it's brethren. This would be a being shaped with Faliir's power, an avatar to follow his bidding. The creature's wings seemed to be entirely connected... flowing like a thin cloth of silk in the wing.
[color=f9e022][i]I grant you life so that you may grant power to those with eyes closed[/i][/color] he commands the new being. [color=f9e022][i]"For that I grant you my power and a name; Dreay."[/i][/color]
The now eagle-sized creature squarks in response, eyes never leaving it's creator.
[color=f9e022][i]"May you ever travel through the world, grant visions of an ideal world into the minds of mortals in rest... May they be influenced to act when active."[/i][/color]
Faliir outstreaches his palms to the skies and the newly created Dreay shifts forwards before flapping its wings and flying away.
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[indent]Faliir listens intently.[/indent]
[indent]Centaur invites Promus to aid it on the journey it will take.[/indent]
[indent]Faliir gets bored with little to do, he doesn't feel as though he needs a temple or any of that jazz.[/indent]
[indent]Faliir notices that mortals sleep.[/indent]
(1 might) - Faliir creates an avatar named Dreay that flies around and grants visions of ideal situations to those who sleep.
[indent]Faliir basically created dreams[/indent]

End;
Level 2
Might: 5.5/10
Acts of Creation: 1.5/4
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