WATERRRRR

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[OPEN] WATERRRRR

Hector Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

#10

02-11-2015, 07:42 AM

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights

For the remainder of their return journey, Hector strode in brooding silence – perhaps not the kindest reaction to her unravelled magical ability – but he wasn’t well in tune with the emotional needs of a yearling. He could not help but think about Eris, Ares, the children who had been but a fleeting fog in the pages of his history and whether he might have been more comfortable with them in a similar situation. He sighed deeply, guardedly, conscious of the filly’s nervous gait by his side (but not so aware of the quickening of his own swinging legs).

Soon enough they were nearing the timber structure and the God of the Earth who was still nurturing its growth. The toiling deity summoned them nearer and both Hector and Isara were given a bucket with a directive to fill them; they set off quickly after in a south westerly direction (so as to avoid any contact with those previously met). Along the way, the giant watched vaguely as the child fumbled and fuddled along with the bucket’s handle clasped awkwardly between her teeth.

They fell beneath the cover of another grove-like area, though he had been there many time before and knew well of its differences. Though he paused, chin tilted towards the heavens and nostrils testing to warm wind, painted flesh sprang away to find the shining face of the water and he could truly do naught but launch after her – fresh aromas tinged the air, and he was none too comfortable about striding like vermin by a snake’s den. He would have preferred to find first, just who was watching them. It wasn’t uncommon for strangers to mingle at such landmarks, but wariness ticked in his gut.

Nevertheless, the stallion paused by the filly’s side as she placed her bucket and dipped her mouth to the water to drink. He too felt parched after their venturing cross-country and was grateful for the opportunity. A frail voice lifted to touch his ears, and he soothed her tenderly with lips touched to her cheek. "You have no reason to be sorry Isa. Though you cannot let dangerous magic stray so recklessly." No sooner had Hector set his own bucket aside however, than a rustle drew his interest and with water trailing from sodden lips, he turned to find the Dragon Spy approaching with her horned companion, Phantom. Destry greeted them amiably enough and the warrior responded with the same – so too did he fill his bucket, and that resting beside Isara at that point.

More arrived by the second, gathered about the precious entity for a sole purpose, and though no words were this time shed in the direction of he and the child he guarded, Hector regarded their patronizing with a cautious eye – Destry was a desert sister.