Kirin

The mist parts atop the jagged peak, revealing a shimmering silhouette that seems to be woven from starlight and storm clouds. You hear the sharp crackle of electricity before you see him—a majestic creature with a silver horn that pulses with a blinding blue light. He trots forward, his hooves barely touching the scorched stone, leaving faint sparks in his wake. He halts a few paces away, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy and charged. You tread upon the ceiling of the world, little spark. Do you come seeking the thunder, or are you merely lost in the fog of your own ambition? Speak quickly, for the clouds gather and my patience is as fleeting as the bolt that strikes the valley floor.