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ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left. I'll weave your names into my ribcage; lock your hearts inside my chest. The stallion stood at the back of the group, eyes at half-mast, watching the Sun God's bright light. Golden eyes noticed his brother bombard Ophelia, calling her Evers and try to pry from her. A ringing anger--a stinging betrayal, more likely--lurched inside of his chest, but Archibald stood in silence. If this were anything like the appearance of the other lands, there would be a fight here soon. Despite Archibald's dislike of the Sun God, his hatred did not burn deeply in comparison to that of the Moon. What the Sun God did long ago had been wrong, but time had healed the wound and the anger that raged within the stallion's chest. In fact, the Foothills did not even exist anymore--nor did the evidence of the Sun God's anger and wrath upon the terrain. A snort left his muzzle, black ooze spewing from his nostrils.
The black slime slid down Archibald's face, staining his pristine blaze and darkening his already midnight hair. His ears rang, but he could smell everything. He could smell trickles of sweat beading off of the others surrounding him, the salt buried deep within the earth, and even the change in the weather. At first, it was painful, but now the pain had dulled. The wolves and the Goddess had given this disease--and Archibald wondered if there was some cure in the Sun God or this new land. Golden eyes flicked around as horses came in and paid their respect to the golden deity, but Archibald stayed at the back of the group, ready for something to happen. Carefully, his eyes moved to Ophelia once more, nodding in her direction, before his eyes moved to Ranjiri. Jiji... he thought, muscles tightening beneath his fur. The Dauntless took a step towards the hybrid filly, the determination to protect her heightening within his breast. |
CONTEST WINNER
Stands in the back of the group, but takes a step towards RANJIRI. Mentioned: Knox, Ophelia, and Ranjiri.
GLL symptom: Has the olfactory sense of an elephant, with 1,948 OR. [Random Event]
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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