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ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left. I'll weave your names into my ribcage; lock your hearts inside my chest. The stallion kept patrolling. The dog was off hunting. Clean, thick, metal-shod hooves brought the stallion closer and closer to the south and further and further away from his home. After his patrol with Soren, the Czar decided he needed to venture out on his own patrol away from the borders. The Earth God's warning sat in Archibald's stomach like a rock, rolling back and forth heavily and smashing against his insides violently. All he could do was be on constant alert and lookout for the ever-shifting thing the gods could not detect. Archibald moved down from his homeland, scouring the earth and keeping his eyes and ears sharp. Loretta, dragged by her throbbing hunger, left his side to fill herself. He knew she would return to him when she was ready and full. She was loyal, more loyal than anyone else in his life. He believed their connection to be even higher than the shared soul they were bound over. The Earth God had made her for him--it was the only explanation.
Heading past the heart caves, Archibald let his patrolling take him into the scrubland that surrounded. The grasses--tall enough to cover a normal horse--tickled his sides just above the dip of his stomach. He was massive, his form easily detected amid the waving, dry grass. Golden eyes moved slowly, scanning around and before him as he moved. Every once and awhile the monstrosity stopped, letting his brilliant head lift and search all around him. His ears constantly twitched, ready to catch any sound that emitted from the world around him like two, black satellites.
What was this thing, and where was it hiding? |
@Ranjiri
