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10-27-2015, 12:10 AM
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A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun In the days following the Earth's reveal of his land, and the subsequent lack of a fight, Ampere had grown restless. This in and of itself was nothing new, but this particular drive was not her typical selfish wanderings or amplified energy. This was an ache she felt deep within, furthered by the paranoia she held over the Isles and the fight she was certain would come. She spent several hours flying near the Hidden Falls, blue eyes cast down in the hopes of finding a black bird. She would have been within rights to land at their border and seek admittance, but given the nature of her visit she'd rather not have to explain or deal with politics. No, better to sort this out for what it was, better to wait and Whatch instead of dance with kings and vagabonds.Another lecture on companion bonds was bad enough, but a favor for her secret organization? She highly doubted the czars would be so understanding, and she hadn't much faith in her ability to lie. Hiding however, well when she tried, she could manage that well enough - she hid from Gaucho and herself often. Sheathing Feusohm as she landed in the glade near the herd where she knew Isopia was (her true name did prove handy), Thunderhead instead withdrew Tuor. She grazed, if only to keep herself busy, while her magic and her breath coaxed the blade to show her the surroundings. She was searching for the familiar death-marked face, and hoped the mare was looking back. |
Coding by Tamme
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