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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 |
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It did not feel as though it were a welcome respite from his cave; on the contrary, the Haruspex felt awfully wrong footed and ill at-ease when he stepped away from the comforting shadow of his hideaway, away from the clouds of dust he had churned, the smell of fatty compounds he had used to treat and polish the cave within which he now lived. Ah, but it was his duty to answer the call of his superiors whenever it sounded, whenever his righteous Lord and gentle, lusterless Lady beseeched their brethren into action or joyous comradery.
The herd he arrived to was…thin. Wide, ice-white eyes scanned the faces who had also answered the urgent summons of their monarchs. His heart--or at least the edge of its void-- tugged a little in despair as he surveyed the dwindling of his family. Soldiers, gone. Healers, vanished. “Where are the children…?” he murmured to himself with an affected sort of little sigh. It stirred little within him, the worry of a child’s fate--for children died just as readily and efficiently as any adult heart or body. It was only unfortunate that the Basin was no longer adorned and decked with the merry laughter of happy children ringing through its halls. Why, even little Aithniel had provided her own force of warmth, for her stinging, burning gazes and tiny contempt had been happily overlooked by the wide-eyed, dappled stud.
Oh, but how quickly those seasons seemed to turn lately, regardless of the darkness of his cave. For the mirror shown brightly now, newly polished and cleaned, his old, dearly-held carcasses finally discarded, for their rot had become worthless to him. The sun was blazing this summer, and with its heat came a fresh space, devoid now of lingering, lusterless hairs that had once belonged to what was now a corpse resting in repose. Hello, child,” he said in a jovial undertone, approaching what seemed to be one of the last children who lingered in these frozen reaches, a child who seemed to be blossoming into his less-than perfect adult form; he stood a little ways away, completely smitten with the barbed designs that adorned the thickening neck of the youth. He smiled at the child, madness dancing gleefully behind a frosted lense of a frosted monocle; then, returning his attention to his lieges, his grin refused to falter, yet his words rang newly with fresh gravity. "I will consult with our Lord of Time when we adjourn from here,” he said delicately, reflecting on the information regarding the Moon Goddess. It had been far too long since he had summoned their wise, capricious lord within their own halls.
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[O] Feeding the Wolves [Mandatory Herd Meeting]
