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how do you make holy water? - Kahlua - 02-03-2015 k a h l u a
With so much going on in the world- death, and the serial murderer, the disappearance of the beautiful island above the veins, the Lady Moon being banished to the Edge, and Father Earth approaching her about birthing his child, the Sunshower had found little time to complete the quest he had sent her on. Still, with the Lady Moon and her darkness settled within the Edge, the queen knew that now, more than ever, she needed to be thinking of her family and the quest that he had sent her on. A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes RE: how do you make holy water? - Archibald - 02-07-2015 Archibald moved silently at Kahlua's side, the light that filtered through the trees dull and blurred as it splashed across his dark hide, a testament to the rising sun on the horizon. He did not speak, simply he moved alongside the female, eyes searching around them. Kahlua was filling the silence herself. Her scorpion clicked and whirred mechanically, reminding Archibald of the bronze and black unicorn's metal wolf he had battle with some time ago. The Dauntless suspected the painted woman received the scorpion from the same stallion, but how the woman was able to talk such a demented beast into giving a gift was beyond the titan. Alongside the mechanical clickings of the scorpion, the world sang around Kahlua. Archibald was not accustomed to this constant noise, and his ears twitched some, as if attempting to shake the music from his head.
Loretta padded on the opposite side of the queen. Kahlua was settled well in an Archibald-and-Loretta-sandwich. The desire to protect the Sunshower was high, solidified in such a manner by her swelling sides. Archibald did not ask her of her endeavor, for it was not in his nature to pry, nor was the information his business. Loretta, on the other hand, was drastically curious. I figured her too daft! I want to know...how...and who. Loretta snapped at Archibald, but the warlord merely dismissed her thoughts. It is not for you to know.
The queen, finally, broke their half-silence. Archibald tipped an ear down to her, golden eyes moving to look on her soft blue eyes as she cast them skyward. Archibald sighed, deeply, letting the tension in his chest finally fall. "The Moon Goddess...she took the love of my life away from me." Archibald's voice was quiet and calm, meant only for Kahlua's ears, but there was an ever-present ring of the pain he felt inside. "With her in our forest I am constantly on edge." No pun intended. "I do not trust her, and she knows all of our loyalty has faltered. We're not safe, Kahlua. It's that simple." Archibald sighed again, molten gold eyes tracing over their path. He did not want to upset the woman, especially with her child inside of her so sensitive to the outside word, as he knew well, but he needed to be completely honest and upfront with her always. Even if he was not standing as a king beside her, she was still his queen, and she deserved his openness, as much as he did not want to share any of his pain with her.
It was too much to bear. Archibald the Dauntless
a lionhearted king among warriors
RE: how do you make holy water? - Kahlua - 02-09-2015 k a h l u a
If she was aware of Archibald’s discontent at the general din that followed her, she did not show it. For her own part, she rather enjoyed the way the wind seemed to sing, and the crickets seemed to keep time, and the branches seemed to creak at just the right moment. Still, the sounds of the trees were not real company, and having Archibald around was something of a comfort. When there was so much evil in the world, and when everything between her and Kaj was crashing back to the ground, it was good to know that she still had friends on this earth. A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes RE: how do you make holy water? - Archibald - 02-17-2015 Her words were a comfort, for as they left her maw Archibald knew they were true and heartfelt. As little as the queen knew of the Dauntless, she cared for him as she did all she called friend. Archibald knew this of her not because she had told him, but he had seen it. He saw the affection and adoration in her eyes when she spoke about her herd, her followers, her people, her loved ones. He remembered the pained expression that laced across her face for having to fight someone she loved, Aurelia, and he knew it was not because of the blows the fiery pegasus had dealt. It was because as Kahlua danced away from the challenger her heart was breaking into a million tiny, sharp shards that ripped her insides apart. He could not thank her for her condolences, for it would be no match to how true they had been, but he simply nodded and let her touch her muzzle to him.
Kahlua wanted to leave, but for the sake and protection of those she loved. Archibald gave her that dignity and stayed silent, letting his own thoughts roll over in his war-machine of a mind. Archibald sighed again. Loretta looked out at the path before them, but chimed in. We can't stay there. Just like we couldn't live here with the Grey all those years ago. Archibald looked to his companion and nodded, then spoke to his queen, his equal. "I will go north. Ophelia is the Lady of the Basin and her and I have history, we are close friends. They are our strongest alliance. I will seek her counsel. We cannot harbor a traitor, a god who throws herself around with no regard to the horses that follow her. If we must go, we will go as a stronghold family, and we will rule. We cannot become complacent in the face of all this tragedy." Archibald let the woman paint the words' meaning for herself, but his serious expression would hopefully aid what he wanted to convey to her. Archibald the Dauntless
a lionhearted king among warriors
RE: how do you make holy water? - Kahlua - 03-01-2015 k a h l u a
The darkness of the forest seemed appropriate for the heavy conversations that passed between the two. Had the queen ever even thought of leaving the Edge before? Of asking her herd to go with her to some other place? No, but then, the stakes had never before been so high. A goddess who would change the heart of a mortal just for her own amusement? What was there to do? It was the same question, rolling around, poking and prodding at her soul, expecting her to give an answer when she didn’t even understand all of the parameters. She wanted to shut down, to just ignore it all, to pretend that nothing bad could happen, and yet… A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes RE: how do you make holy water? - Archibald - 03-18-2015 "As much as the Earth God has gifted me," Archibald motioned to Loretta just as the dog nipped at the dive-bombing blue dragon, "I am not a pious stallion. It seems, as well, that none of her brothers are willing to help. I do not know how to deal with her." It was all truth, Archibald was just as much at a loss as his fellow Queen was. "All we can do is do the best we can to protect those left that we love." Archibald nodded, looking down on his delicate painted counterpart. She was so innocent and so full of compassion that it nearly hurt the Dauntless for her to be in such a place. Her responsibility as much, and she did not bear the same broad shoulders (figuratively and legitimately) that he did as a leader. Was her skin strong enough not to break with the lashings of others? No. It was not. At least, not as strong as his. He imagined how tears looked welling up on the surface of those righteous blue eyes and spilling over the surface, racing down, down, down her face as she choked and sobbed and mourned. Grimacing, noticeably, Archibald shook his head and looked away. The stallion picked his pace up to a light trot, suddenly agitated with all of the thoughts rolling around in his mind. Archibald stopped, however, when Kahlua and Khan stopped to gather water from the pool. Archibald watched, silent, and gave a sigh as he examined the forest around them. Images of his bloody and burned body crashing down at the shores of this pool flashed in his mind like a strobe light. He remembered the healer, Tor, stitching his flesh back together. He remembered his brother, his twin, his wombmate, Vincent, snorting and moving around worriedly at finding his undefeatable brother in such a state. He remembered standing here, gaining entrance and a position of leadership with the Grey alongside the Constrictor and the Forsaken, twins he held dear in his heart. He remembered seeing glimpses and flashes of the warrior, his mate-to-be, Circe. He remembered their capture of the mare so much like Birch. He remembered turning Aaron's bones to stone and turning the stallion-colt against him. "Kahlua, my children are in the Dragon's Throat." Loretta pressed her forehead to Archibald's knee as Kahlua turned to walk away, back toward their home, and Archibald turned to follow. His face was dark, golden eyes dull and stormy, and his bitch trotted silently at his side. She glanced up at the blue momentarily, wondering if he would come swooping towards her again. Should he, he would be brought to chase. Loretta needed a game. The malamute missed her sisters very dearly. Archibald the Dauntless
a lionhearted king among warriors
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