With a huff and gust of wind the [color=lightblue][i]Garuda[/i][/color] vanished from Ashkar's enormous hands as he turned his attention to the world being created by Malathrack. [color=lightblue]"Ahhh...hrrmmmm...,"[/color] mused the god of wind. For a passing moment, jealousy filled the gods mind, only to be replaced with admiration a moment later. [color=lightblue]"I fear your trees will dance in my winds, Malathrack. I hope you do not mind-and storms may scrape your mountains from time to time. I hope I do not frighten your people. I will build a place where my winds and storms will be tempted to linger the longest."[/color]

 A dark cloud formed in front of Ashrak, accompanied by whispers and sighs from the great god. As the grey smoke parted, an enormous stretch of grassland and plains crossed by winding rivers and streams. The land was teeming with life; horses, antelope, deer, rabbits, bears and foxes. In the skies dark birds of prey dipped and flitted, while colorful songbirds took shelter in the few scattered trees across the land.  
 Ashkar was smiling as he built an idyllic land for his [color=lightblue][i]Garuda[/i][/color] to inhabit, grow and prosper in.