[color=brown]"I think it's your turn brother. Let's see what you have created. Let's see what matter of creatures you made. "[/color]

Ashkar nodded thoughtfully at the creations of the other gods. [i]Fine work.[/i] he thought [color=lightblue]"My...?...Turn...Won..der...ful..."[/color] huffed the god of wind, growing louder with each syllable. The breeze gracing the chambers stopped for a moment, then gathered dust at Ashkars feet. The dust form four tiny cycles and swirled intensely, stopping just as suddenly as it had began. Four infants sat wide eyed before the court of gods. Ashkar chuckled with his 12 mouths, which startled the babes, who looked around curiously. 

[color=lightblue]"Ah...young ones for my race of Garuda. In time they will grow strong; I give them the gifts of intelligence, wit, humor, joy, anger-all of the emotions of my winds. They will be friends of nature, and one day farm the earth. In return they will sing chants and prayers, to calm the rage of storms."[/color] Ashkar bent down and scooped the Garuda infants up with his massive translucent hands. The children seemed to float for a moment, before the illusion was dispelled. [color=lightblue]"I am finished, brethren,"[/color] said Ashkar eyeing the creations in his hand.