The civet had slinked off alone, this quadrant was the one he felt most comfortable with. A natural drawing to the dense foliage and the high trees which sheltered him so readily from eager eyes and opportunistic fiends. In recent times he had apparently become the adviser to a god, not that he believed Mosi to be such, but delusional allies were easier to send to their deaths for a gainful cause. As such the Civet decided he'd need to begin practicing his 'Spirit Powers' to maintain the illusion. The worst kind of fool was one who started asking questions, after all.
So Sid, or 'Kesi' as he was to pretend to be, snuck off into the mist to practice. It was here he would toil, annealing his magic into proper form until he surpassed the alleged God of the Stars and became a God unto himself.
"Speech looks like this."Thoughts look like this.
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