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07-13-2015, 10:14 PM
Coming and going had become the bane of her existence, but never staying. Essetia belonged in the Throat and yet she couldn’t manage to stay in any one place for too long. It was something she’d acquired from her father and something she would never be proud of despite her willfulness to remain loyal to the south and the desert. However, when the urge to wander struck hard and unhindered, the Sleuth knew it was time to fight back… she needed to earn her position just as much as she’d needed to take it. Bucephalus had been right about one thing in Essetia’s life and it was that she needed to find out exactly what creatures she served and what creatures served her. If she had gleaned anything of intelligence from the haughty stranger, it was that. With Romul just a breath’s distance from her shoulder, more in tune with her needs than even Essetia herself, the young sneak roamed the borders of her home. She wasn’t yet sure what she was looking for or what she would find, but there was still something –something deeply ingrained in her soul- that told her to stay when all else begged for her to go. I won’t be like my father, she pressed inwardly. Romul sighed, now too accustomed to her inner battles and how quickly they burned out. You never were, he assured halfheartedly. Too many times he had comforted her and too many times she had denied his good sense. Perhaps that was why the wolf had regarded her more as ‘sister’ than ‘friend’. All around them, the snow was a constant fixture that they’d wished would end. Spring could not come fast enough and yet their hoping did little to change the seasons or stir the Gods to hear their prayers. That was partly because Essetia had been born damned… she had been born to a king who was not a king and not a father and not a protector like Romul. Silently, the mare thanked her companion for his persistence as they meandered only further along the borders of the Throat. Together they could circle the vast dunes of snow-dazzled sand and find nothing to make them stop… Together, it didn’t matter where they ended up so long as they were side by side. |
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