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Einarr
You feel the fire burning sweet within your skin You're holding on to all the branches crashing in
Warm wind carried Einarr with little effort on his part. The bloodrider was pleased, gliding low on the current of air that would carry him to the Veins of the Gods. Seasons ago, he had asked Megaera to hurriedly show him the path to this place, but now his body could bring itself to the shrines without thought. It was a place Einarr found himself in when his patrols were done, before he headed back to the desert. After the Earth God had granted Mordecai's life, Einarr felt a connection to the gods of Helovia. The stallion was no stranger to religion--but before Helovia he had never truly been an observer. He had respected the gods of his homeland, surely, for they were gift-giving gods. But they were also gods of wrath, and were easily offended. He had seen his own father punished for a lack of reverence, and the inky colt learned to keep his mouth shut and his prayers silent after that.
That fear, that drive to silence, had been severed after meeting the father of the Earth. The mighty tribrid had gained the warrior's respect and devotion. These were two things that were hard to lose when given by Einarr. After the battle of the salt flats, the stallion also gained respect for the Sun God--the patron deity of his newfound home. In time, Einarr suspected, he would get to know the god as he had his brother Earth. For now, however, he was simply left to his memories as he tucked a wing and descended toward their shrines--broken, and cold, and sad. A frown tugged at Einarr's lips as he finally landed, cloven hooves finding able purchase on the peninsula guarded by azure lava. Reddened eyes darted upwards and found the form of one of his patrol partners. While the stallion did not know her name, or rank, he had seen the faintest flash of white-and-red wings on the desert sands before he came to meet her here.
A snort greeted her, as the stallion tucked his wings and closed the distance between them. "Find any off thing?" He asked, voice gruff and choppy. |
@Ghost
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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