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10-02-2012, 02:35 PM
Aftermath. Bodies lay still on the muddy grounds, wounded soldiers staggered away on their aching legs, blood streaked the necks, faces and limbs of those around the battlefield. The grass had been trampled, destroyed. And the smell of blood rode on the mist coming from the ocean. It was dark now, night had come, and the Battle of the World’s Edge had died down. The voices and moans of the injured sounded in the darkness and the uneven rustle of sore, feathered wings could still be detected above. Death and destruction was all around. Blood, agony and even broken bones… It was a gory scene. The black beast, the pet stallion belonging to Mauja, was only battered and bruised though. No blood had been drawn from him and that was due only to pure luck. He’d been thrown to the ground, kicked and shoved, but his crimson life had remained within his obsidian body. He could thank his lucky star that he didn’t have a broken bone like the grulla equine standing by the outer rim of the battleground, or that he hadn’t been knocked out like the bronze marked Ulrik, or burnt by a dragon like Mauja had been. He picked his way towards his master, fairly untouched, but concerned for his pale king, concerned also that he’d failed to do his duty, failed to protect his master from harm. There are no winners in war only those that loose slightly less than others. [Ooc; Open for all and I would love it if any of the enemy soldiers could attack him!] |
