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Carry both of us Carry her, carry me Where a mother is heartbroken, a father finds fury. It is white hot and fuming, pouring from his heart in droves, pounding against his breast and threatening to spill right over into the blood red sands of the desert below him. "LEKHAAN!" His eyes, alight with the fire of his anger, narrowed as he landed. Wings, powerful and mighty, beat slowly and steadily as his hooves collided with the sands behind the bay Sultana. The guardian's face contorted and wrinkled as he walked forward, ears pressed down into the dark, inkiness of his primally unkempt mane. "Mordecai! Ohara ase izat. SILENCE!" The stallion nearly spat as he screamed his righteous anger. His words were meant to cut into the girl before him, bring her to her knees and repent for what she had done and what she had said. Her words were poison and her mouth needed to be cleansed.
The titan stomped passed the woman that had sacrificed her life for this child before him, shooting her a sideways glance void of any type of emotion except for the single-minded, fuming anger that pumped his blood like fire through his veins. It took every ounce of strength the warden had to stop a fox length away from his daughter. He wanted to take his head and shove her to the ground, bite her, and make her apologize to the mare behind him. Einarr's breathing was shallow, rapid, and his nostrils flared as he lowered his head to look his daughter square in her eyes.
"Why so angry!?" The father asked, tail flicking wildly behind him with the ferocity of a mountain cat. All he could focus on was this girl's disrespect. Where most stallions, and fathers, would stand by the mother to comfort and support her, Einarr stood aside. Megaera was the feather, Einarr was the iron. She was the love and nurture and Einarr was the crime and punishment. Today he swung his hammer resolutely. |
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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