The Struggles of Comfort [Herd Meeting]

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[PRIVATE] The Struggles of Comfort [Herd Meeting]

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Kali :: Common Griffin :: Draining Clutch Charks

#17

04-28-2013, 01:52 PM

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.</style>
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.</style>

She comes in late, far too late, but still in time to catch the tail end of Kri's speech. A sigh of wind follows in the form of feather and fur; Kali's love of the desert land surpasses anything the pair might have anticipated, and she dances lazy loops through the warm summer air. There are no dragons here, no companions who, in her mind, rank higher in the natural hierarchy; and so she is lord of the sky, left to rule over vulture and falcon, watching as horses discuss the worries of war far below.

Whispers of turmoil and strife are not news for the moonlit mare. She has seen the aftermath of the invasion of the Foothills, a fight which the Throat supported; whether for good of ill she will not judge. She has watched the ranks of her homeland swell, has stood behind the looming shadows of Mirage and her seconds, a quiet whisper in the background of their minds, an observer in all things and commenter in few. The choice to venture out to this land of sand and sun sprung in part from her distant itch to wander, the constant need to move away, travel, drift, experience; and in part from a strange sense of affection, a desire to see the herd, her herd, prosper and grow.

She falls into place beside Kaj, and though her expression remains formal, the smile that colors tight lips shows approval of his words. He is a good stallion, she thinks - long winded, but with good intent behind his voice. She lets him speak and stands in silence, watching and listening for the words of the Throat, searching for the vein that holds them together. Sergeant, compete, war, wall; this is a tribe of fierce warriors and close ties, of passion and fire befitting its atmosphere. She stands among them and feels respect, if not a touch of amusement. So deeply they care for a world so temporary, for the bonds of land and brother so easily broken by time and deceit.

She will not say it, but she envies their love.

"What Kaj says is true." Dark lyrics follow the words of a starry-framed pegasus, a belated affirmation to her clearly nervous herd mate's speech. "We are glad to be among you, and will help your cause as best we can." Short, simple; Kaj had done the bulk of the speaking, and the silver-maned mare was simply there to support his phrases. "Should you have any questions for us, seek us out, or have your companions call for Kali."

On cue the gryphon falls from the sky, a spiraling meteor of smoky white that arcs at the last moment and slows her descent, landing upon the sand at the mare's hooves in a flurry of sand and claws. Avian head tilts curiously, bright blue eyes wondering at those around her and tail lashing eagerly against the ground. She chirps happily, purrs, and begins grooming her shoulder nonchalantly. The mare smiles.

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