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The aftermath of the murderer reveal left Archibald in tatters. He was fully overwhelmed in rage, mixed into his mind from watching the Moon Bitch walk into his herdland, as well as the murderer Gaucho. He needed to go to the Throat, to see and collect his Macaria. She was not safe there, no, not with Gaucho inhabiting the same space. Would Ampere be able to protect the youngling? Would Gaucho attempt to hurt her, to spite Archibald and his demand for the dun's head? The thoughts flew like a whirlwind in Archibald's mind, and the stallion wanted to vomit. He wanted to scream and kick and bite and demolish something.
Equally, however, he wanted Circe at his side, to tuck her head into the muscle of his neck that she found so much comfort in. He wanted her here, knowing she would feel his pain and give him validity...but if Circe were here, Archibald would not be feeling the pain...would not be feeling the rage...for she would be alive and her blood would not be on Gaucho's hooves.
The feeling of wanted to ralph washed over the Dauntless once more.
Instead, the titan threw his head back and screamed. It was a loud, bellowing, guttural sound that was savagely raw with his pain and his anger. It seemed to shake the world around him--but no, that was caused by the stamp of a single, steel embellished hoof that struck the terra into movement. Birds, scared by the sudden barbaric shout, flew from their coops and squawked their disagreement. The water rippled, unable to hold onto the shoreline through Archibald's earth-shaking display of emotion.
Loretta, below him, tipped her head back and sang her own howl. It was full of sorrow and rage, intermingling with Archibald's scream.
@[Resplendence] ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS Call out to nobody, call out to me Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth |
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
please tag me
