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Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
The moments in Einarr's life where he was quiet, soothing, and comforting, were far and few between. However, they seemed to be coming in full-force now. Since Mordecai's birth and Histe's death, Einarr had offered comfort and close protection to a few that seemed to desperately need it. This stallion was no exception before him, as he stumbled over words and cried. Einarr knew that tears could be caused many different ways, but there seemed to be a pit inside of this boy with the twisted horn's stomach that just let everything he felt come out in waves. Even as Einarr lowered himself to help this stag, and bring him in for comfort, the black guardian was thankful that he had a hold over his own emotions that could hold him back from making such a scene of himself. He was a blood rider, a warrior made to be of stone, unbreakable and hard. He fit the bill well.
First, the stallion returned Einarr's gesture. He pressed a wet cheek into his muzzle and Einarr breathed over it slowly, the warm breath mixing with the salty, cold northern air and creating a puff of steam. Einarr pressed his muzzle in and ran it down the length of the stallion's cheek, hoping this simple motion would comfort the stallion. Einarr could not express the comfort he wanted--needed--to extend to this stallion in words, for his knowledge of the common tongue was obviously low and broken. He would have to do it in actions, in gestures, and for some reason this did not make the stallion falter or hesitate at all as he engaged the painted boy. Einarr moved forward, just as Ashamin moved into him. If Einarr was not wrapped up in a mind to help this boy, he may have smiled or smirked at this happening between them. Ashamin, smaller and slight of body, fit into Einarr's body as he pressed himself into the inky warrior's chest.
Carefully, Einarr let his body relax fully. He did not think that this stallion was capable of creating such a high ruse to get him into this position and take a swing at his life. No, he truly felt everything that he was expressing. Moving his thick neck, Einarr wrapped himself around Ashamin in a warm embrace. Wings unfolded and extended forward, covering most of the unicorn's body. Mordecai yearned to be covered in her father's wings when she felt frightened, and Einarr understood that. His large, dark appendages were like shields to those he was to protect. Ashamin, new to Einarr's life but a fulfilling installment, was on this list now. "Sometimes being alone help make us strong."
@[Ashamin]
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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