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Archibald moved through the World's Edge. In the distance, he could hear the waves as the crashed powerfully against the rocky sides of his mountains. His ears twitched atop his massive head, taking in the sounds of the night. Most of the herd was tucked away safely, but Archibald kept his hooves moving on patrol. He was restless, eyes alert and body ready. The Moon Goddess did not need rest, and the darkness was her realm forevermore. It plagued Archibald's heart with concern for his herd's safety. His children were safe, in the land of the Sun God, unable to be touched by the Moon Bitch's unnecessary rage. Ktulu was with Ophelia in the land of the Spark, another of his heart safe. Lakota, Apollo, Vincent...not so safe. Two of the three resided in these misty lands, and his wombmate roamed the lands of Helovia haphazardly. Archibald had no mind to ask his brother to take residence with him in the World's Edge--for doing so only brought his brother to danger. Archibald would never succumb his brother to such a thing, and it was also the reason Macaria was still in the desert with her brothers and not at his side. She needed safety and the World's Edge was not safe.
And so the King patrolled. Day in and day out, his hooves shuffled and his head twisted. Muscles continued to bulk with use.
Loretta, moving far in the distance, suddenly sparked the stallion's mind to life and pulled his attention away from his patrolling. Foal in the distance, my liege. She spoke calmly, but Archibald could hear her springing away. As a master of battle his beast was, she knew when to hide her presence and when to let herself be known. Now, as she pushed through the bramble and the sticks into the clearing, the bitch was not quiet. Archibald lifted his knees to a trot, even the simple two-beat gait shaking the earth below him with his behemoth mass. "What are you doing, little one?" The royal stallion spoke as he broke the treeline and cast golden eyes down on the girl and his companion, who was inspecting the filly with a twitching, black nose. |
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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