What about angels?

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[OPEN] What about angels?

Megaera the Sunspear Posts: 306

Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None Laine

09-25-2015, 08:06 PM

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The sickness had creep up on Meg slowly…horribly. She though she must have contracted it at the meeting she had called and the Sultana could have kicked herself again and again for exposing more so the disease by calling them all together. Really it was the Gods’ fault… Spark and Moon had brought this on them by expanding Helovia with stolen lands, and who said Helovia had needed them in the first place? At least her own beloved Sun God had not been so careless.

At first she had though it was merely the black tar in her eyes that obscured her vision but every day since the meeting it had grown worse and worse, color dulled, even light and shadow blurred until what she could see was dictated by what was moving. Motion had become what her eyes reacted too. The faster something moved the sharper it became in Meg’s vision and anything that stood still became a grey blur. The meadow seemed to help, with the gentle spring breezes constantly shifting the grasses, Meg at least had some way of telling where she was. It seemed to be effecting her mind as well, without her sight and under the weight of the congestion in her lungs, the illness left her mind sluggish, almost child like. She would drift from one thought to the next but everything seemed to come and go in a haze that left the normally vigorous mare slow and disoriented.

Something swept above her head and like a moth to flame, Meg’s eyes followed the motion. It swept in fromt of her again, bobbing back and forth and the mares head followed it back and forth trying to see what the blur was. Some kind of bird, she decided and picked up her feet to follow the creature. Before long she heard the murmur of voices, saw the blurred shapes of what had to be horses in front of her. A familiar voice was a blessing and the disoriented Sultana reached for it, clung to to it. “Ranjiri?” She murmured, stretching her nose toward the source until it came into contact with what might have been her side. She breathed in the smell of desert, she smell of home and quietly she spoke again “Ranjiri I can’t… can’t see…. can’t think.”

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