It was a chain reaction that alerted Megaera to the confrontation on her shores. From her perch high on the red dunes, the shapes on the beach were only the smallest dark pinpricks. On a break from keeping an eye on Mordecai, Gwaihir hunted while Megaera watched over her herd and it was Gwaihir that heard Azeeza’s piercing cry from where he circled. In an instant the eagle shifted his focus, reaching out to Meg with voice and bond alike. His own sharp cry answered the falcon and his words echoed in the mare’s mind, “Little falcon. Trouble!”

As exciting as her promotion might have been, it was not a change she took lightly. As a warrior she had served her home and her family and her drive to do just that had increased tenfold. Her rise had come right on the heels of the Sun God’s challenge: violence and force had been her weapon but now she must find another way. and it seemed now would be her first opportunity.

Meg’s head jerked around toward the call and she leapt into action. Hooves plunged her body down the face of the sandy dune, gaining momentum and after a few strides the rookie Sultana flew to the aid of her fellows. Sharp eyes drank in the scene as the pair raced towards the water’s edge. Five horses circled in a flurry of activity, and Meg was quick to recognize the source…

Confutatis!

The skull-faced cretin had lurked in her home far to long for Megaera’s liking but as long as Gaucho willed her to stay she would stay. It looked as is the deranged thing had different ideas though. By the time Meg neared, four of her herd mates had converged around the escaping prisoner: Bucephalus blocking her path forward, Aithniel hovering, raining fire and ash, Einarr aiming to strike, and Ampere reaching out with with unseen magic.

There was more than one part of her that wanted to mirror Einarr, to strike and subdue and rid her home of this filth but she retrained herself. Gaucho could have dispatched the putrid mare if he had wanted her dead, but he had instead charged the Throat with her captivity. The Throat would not fail, not as long as Megaera still had breath in her body, but fighting was no longer her task.

If Gaucho wanted her to lead, she would lead.

The Sunspear exploded into a streak of sunlight, and like a comet descended onto the beach. Sand sprayed from her hooves and the struck to ground and from the brightness her voice cracked like a whip.“CONFUTATIS!” Meg tried to force a lot into the single word: confidence, and power and fury. As the light dimmed and finally shrank inside her it revealed a mare to match that voice. Wings flared and expression savage, Meg hopes to leave no doubt in the prisoners mind (or her herdmates for that matter) that she was taking charge of this situation.

Eyes blamed and did not stray from the bone-faced mare as she called to the Gladiator and her two fighters. “Hold her here but do no more harm than that for now.” Would they listen to her? Meg didn’t have tome to question it. They had heard Gaucho’s declaration but this would be the first test of Meg’s newfound authority in the Throat, her do-or-die moment. “Confutatis, you are a prisoner of the Throat and will remain here until we choose to release you. You have had freedom of our island but if that boundary is not respected we will have to restrain you by other means.” Her sentence was punctuated by a sharp, angry scream from Gwaihir as he circled above, and Meg’s angry black eyes promised no quarter.


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Magic:
:: [FirexLight | Body emits a burst of sunlight that can be used as a beacon signal or to temporarily blind opponents.]
:: [Restrictions: the signal takes considerable energy and can only be used once in battle and long distance signals can only be used once per 5 posts]