No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
Setting: Sky Island on flat grass outside the village. It is late night with no wind, and fog that will worsen over the length of the spar.
The night air around Sky Island was cold, still, and it burned the giant’s trachea as he drew a long, tentative breath.
It had been four or five seasons at least since the last time Hector had laid eyes upon the weather-wielding daughter of late General, Ázzuen the Ardent. She had been serving as a Sun Physician if his memory served him well, working alongside Onni the Illuminant. At the time, an aspiring warrior, Hector had been quite taken by the prospect of one so young and attractive (and recognized), wielding the sacred flame that might one day have seen him mended on the warfront.
It was all such a lifetime ago...
Shrewd tangerine eyes closed firmly for a moment, literally blinking away fond memories that seemed to hold so little relevance in the present. As thin, red lashes peeled apart once again, the lonely darkness seemed denser, more isolating. Even the winking starlight above felt more distant; the white fingernail moon, cold, sharp and unfriendly. May this night pass quickly... he prayed silently with whiskered chin lifted faithfully towards the heavens. He yearned always for the uplifting warmth of His sunlight - wickedness lurked in the shadows.
Hector turned from the island’s cloudy rim and robust knees clicked as they swivelled beneath his bulky, brawny body. Recent gossip throughout the army’s ranks had hinted of Cirrus’ return to Dragon’s Throat (though he was yet to discover the truth for himself) and the warrior had been informed that she might join him this time on patrol - extra surveillance that seemed quite necessary given the morbid murders which had occurred lately. Narrow ears wavered above soft, silken hair, listening intently for the beat of approaching wings or even a pant to suggest she was near.
Nothing but silence...
Not one to loiter, the stallion set off at a laid-back pace towards the tent village, each stride naturally long and swinging. Fog which had been but a cool, invisible mist by the rocky ledge, began to thicken slowly the further inland he travelled; to bead like an intricate web of crystal across his rippling, shadow-brushed pelt.
Cirrus can find me... he told Veci decisively.
... she is a child of the Ardent.
@[Cirrus], if you want to attack first go ahead, or I will next post... obviously <.<
Intro
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[JUDGED] Sacred blood (Cirrus)
