| Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Filly :: Hybrid :: 14.2 :: 8 HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Chan |
Shadow
and who shall I say
is calling?
Four trips across the length and breadth of Helovia and all the horses under the Sun and Moon still weren't enough to satisfy the Earth God's need for tasks. For all that she could understand the concept of 'work before you feast', Shadow couldn't help but silently agree with the mutters, groans and general dissent that whispered through the crowds as a fifth task was handed out.
All the running around and carrying was taking a toll on the skinny mare. Carrying her bucketfull of fish had sapped what little reserves she had (mostly because she had refused to ask Bolverik for help even when the burden really grew too heavy to handle) and by now even the pretense of strength, health and fitness was cracking. Head hanging limp just like the raven-black wings from the stocky torso, the Blackbird heaved a mournful sigh as the pairs scattered once more, glaring at the magnificent ship with a fair amount of loathing in her pretty eyes. If it weren't for that oversized canoe she would be able to hide away in the shade beneath the red oaks, graze or perhaps bathe in the cool waters of the river. But no, she was forced to run this way and that to earn a spot on a boat she didn't particularly wished to enter, just because her bloody wings weren't strong enough to carry her to better lands before the flood came...
...and because maybe, just maybe, despite what Ampere had said, her son would be there too, ready to be swallowed by wood and branch like a whale swallows krill.
So she sighed and went for a bucket again, returning to Bolverik's side without outward complaint. The stallion was growing on her, truth be told. For all that he looked like a spoiled, pampered prince, so far he hadn't been averse to any of the menial and often rather taxing tasks. She had expected him to complain at every turn, skive off the tasks and leave her to do the job herself - but instead the man appeared completely unperturbed, like he was doing this kind of thing every day.
A tired, cunning smile spread across the lips of the mare as she eyed the glittering line that was the river some distance away, sudden mischievous playfulness creating a stark, startling contrast to the otherwise chaotic torrent of emotions that was dragging through her lately.
"Let's not go too far this time, please?" she part asked, part pleaded and looked up at her partner, putting on the most despairing and suffering look of exhaustion she could muster (it wasn't very hard, Shadow was barely able to lift her feet off the ground already). Others seemed to have decided to stay close by as well, she payed them little heed aside from noting their presence on the meadow. "Maybe we can find something by the river..."
Something easily gathered, like mud perhaps? Quivering inwardly with excited expectation Shadow waddled towards the sloping banks of the waterway, bucket in hand, and began an arduous task of shuffling clay from the edges into her bucket - somehow managing to cover herself as well as splashing a good amount of the sticky, smelling substance in the direction of her neat and tidy partner as well. Crystalline eyes glittered as she threw him a teasing glance, solid hooves carving deep trenches in the slippery slope as the mare skidded down into the river; she shuddered from the pleasurable sensation of clean, fresh water against her skin and felt a smile return onto the lips. Invigorated the pegasus pawed the surface with her legs, wings and tail slapping in turn to send the glittering droplets high in the air, only to crash back down over her back until every last bit of her was soaked, the coat gleaming like wet ink, the deepest shade of midnight black imaginable.
"Ah, much better!" she sighed delightedly. "Bolverik, do you think... maybe... you could help me? I can't reach between the wings..." She gave him a slightly awkward smile, not entirely sure it was okay to ask. The shadow-mare had already tested the boundaries by trying to dirty him down, and now this rather intimate request... But heck, why not? The worst thing that could happen would be sulking, refusals and a termination of the partnership, and she was already prepared for that. And since when was she one to care what others thought?
Time, it would seem, changed more than the outward workings of the world.
@[Bolverik]
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HP: 42
