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02-11-2015, 01:28 PM
After a thorough sweep of Dragon’s Throat, the two warriors had returned to the meadow what the gargantuan God still toiled at his craft. When he set the crown another task, Meg let out a huff of breath and tossed her dark head in frustration. They had just gathered everyone here and now he sent them off again. “If he plans of flooding Helovia you’d think he could get the water himself.” She muttered. It wasn’t the work she objected to, but Megaera was fast becoming frustrated with the pantheon of gods she had though infallible. What they chose to do or not to do, interfere or not interfere, had no pattern that she could see. They would let one of their own kill a slew of mortals and now another would risk all by flooding the land and hoping that everyone got word in time.
As the stallion had led their first mission, Meg took point for this one. “There’s a river just there” She told him, gesturing with her scarred nose toward the river that cut through the other side of the meadow. She moved forward then collecting her vessel for the ones being distributed, and throwing a glance behind to see if he followed, moved off towards the flowing water.
Arriving at the banks, it was clear that they were not the only ones to remain in the meadow for this task. Many she didn’t know were at the water’s edge, filling their buckets, but the sight of one monstrous warhorse had the feathers on her wings puffing up aggressively. She stared daggers at Archibald, but made no move toward him. Not now! Not now! You have a job to do! she reminded herself, but it was hard to forget the way he had howled for Gaucho’s blood in this very meadow. Meg new nothing of the stallion, not his name, or that pain he had felt at that confrontation, she only knew of a threat he had made on her Kahl. The filly with him she recognized, having seen her while patrolling Dragon’s Throat in recent weeks, and that helped calm her ire.
Gripping the handle firmly in her teeth, she plunged her bucket into the water with a splash and drew it up again when it was full to the brim. Full bucket swinging slightly, she looked around for her partner, hoping for any distraction, a reminder of the task at hand.
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Notes: Megaera & @[Einarr] (posting from my phone like whaaaat)
As the stallion had led their first mission, Meg took point for this one. “There’s a river just there” She told him, gesturing with her scarred nose toward the river that cut through the other side of the meadow. She moved forward then collecting her vessel for the ones being distributed, and throwing a glance behind to see if he followed, moved off towards the flowing water.
Arriving at the banks, it was clear that they were not the only ones to remain in the meadow for this task. Many she didn’t know were at the water’s edge, filling their buckets, but the sight of one monstrous warhorse had the feathers on her wings puffing up aggressively. She stared daggers at Archibald, but made no move toward him. Not now! Not now! You have a job to do! she reminded herself, but it was hard to forget the way he had howled for Gaucho’s blood in this very meadow. Meg new nothing of the stallion, not his name, or that pain he had felt at that confrontation, she only knew of a threat he had made on her Kahl. The filly with him she recognized, having seen her while patrolling Dragon’s Throat in recent weeks, and that helped calm her ire.
Gripping the handle firmly in her teeth, she plunged her bucket into the water with a splash and drew it up again when it was full to the brim. Full bucket swinging slightly, she looked around for her partner, hoping for any distraction, a reminder of the task at hand.
Notes: Megaera & @[Einarr] (posting from my phone like whaaaat)
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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