"I exist," chortled Huehehahol, and so the first Lie was spoken. It was a fine lie, fooling even Creatrix into creating a world just for them.<em>Just for them.</em>It was Huehehahol's personal truth (a lie by any other name.)<br/><br/>They took to four legs and walked along the periphery of their gift, surveying their world three times over until they were old, and grey, and slow. So slow that when they reached the Shimmerfangs the third time, a hound chased the Runt in God's Clothes, and bit unto their tail.<br/><br/>In retaliation, the Trickster God plucked the prisms from their head and ran away, far swifter than their hoary whiskers would suggest. He sought to hide each eye in a smooth stone. He came upon two such stones, sitting side by side, covered in wild hairs. And so, by no design of his own, attempted to give man and woman of the Shimmerfangs a third, prismatic eye, and become known to them.<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hope I'm not overstepping!<br/><br/>Action: Switching the prism eyes from the hounds to the people of the Shimmerfangs.<br/><br/>Summary: At 2016-09-28 02:16:06, Huehehahol (uid: 46651) rolls: 1d20 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95301)<br/><br/>Full Result: Huehehahol rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 16, <br/>Total: 16<br/></div></div>