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[OPEN] Heralding the dawn (Joining)

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Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream
#4

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights


Where flourishing foliage in a copse of tall palms blocked the blistering rays of the sun at last and the glittery ripple of water winked between sparse thicket, Hector stopped to allow his young company a well earned rest. She had surprised him, impressed him, and as apricot-coloured irises were turned down to find her, a smooth smile was licking at the corners of his parched, thin lips.

"Isara," he rumbled deeply - a strange new tenderness had engulfed his mind. It had been years since he had felt any wrench of paternal care, and though it roused an uncomfortable chorus of quakes through his coat, the giant could hardly deny such sentiment. "This is the oasis. Praise the Sun for his generosity. Our herd’s bones would surely be scorched and scattered across the sands if not for Him." Respectfully he turned his face towards the sky (the rippling ribbon-leaves of the emerald canopy above), and gave thanks. She is a strong one...

Paradise around them was quiet, deceptively tranquil given the string of preparations that had stirred even the most decrepit in their numbers out of the woodwork. Small ears roved overhead cautiously, guiding his keen eyes as they both scanned the vicinity for movement. To his surprise (and sudden dismay), only the bright greeting of an infant rose upon the breeze. Swivelling promptly across knees perhaps thicker than the child’s throat, Hector found him approaching and set a narrowing stare upon his ostentatious colouring - Ampere...

Though he had heard rumour of the blue mare’s pregnancy, birth... whatever, the soldier’s interest had been limited mainly in her ability to recover both physically and mentally enough to serve the Throat’s army. A dry smile flickered through his expression. It was devoid of any warmth. "Hector," he answered, tone as ominous as a mid-summer storm. "...and Isara." Stern eyes grazed her pretty face protectively, before finding themselves drawn to a wing on the boy that did not belong. The ranks had whispered of only one son fallen from the revolutionist’s loins.

What was this then?


• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times


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Heralding the dawn (Joining) - by Hector - 01-19-2015, 12:16 AM
RE: Heralding the dawn (Joining) - by Isara - 01-19-2015, 11:16 PM
RE: Heralding the dawn (Joining) - by Hertz - 01-21-2015, 08:59 PM
RE: Heralding the dawn (Joining) - by Hector - 01-29-2015, 01:58 PM
RE: Heralding the dawn (Joining) - by Isara - 01-30-2015, 12:35 AM
RE: Heralding the dawn (Joining) - by Hertz - 02-01-2015, 07:24 PM

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