So much had happened since the first tortured god had broken through from the rift to terrorize Helovia: battles had been fought and won, gods had been slain. The Sultana had found a worthy mate in Einarr and they had come together to create two of the most perfect children Meg could imagine. Days, weeks, months had passed, but still she remembered the frustration, the rage and righteous anger that she had felt on her first trip to the Blood Falls. 

The battle of the Bear had been too far away from the throat, too sudden, but still it raked at Megaera to know that she had been unable to fight alongside the members of her herd who had been there to witness it. Each and every one of them was her responsibility, her very life and honor were tied to the safety and wellbeing of Dragons Throat...and yet Ranjiri had been maimed. Perhaps it would have calmed meg tothink it had been the monster from another realm who had dared to defile on of her family, but no, the golden girl had described her attacker, a pegasus mare who did not even have the distinction of being one of the strangely marked and colored horses from the Rift. A native Helovian had dared to assault a denizen of the southern sands and the Sultana would not stand for it.

It was the sharp eyes of Gwaihir that spied the spotted mare first, and her was quick to alert his hunting partner that their prey was found. The pair had shot out of the sky with matched war cries. For once the thick and treacherous forrest worked to their advantage and they were able to pin the mare against the edge of the wood where the twisted trees had formed a curved and impassible barrier. The curve of the forrest's edge and the thick press of overhanging branched created a cave of gnarled wood fifteen feet across and just as deep. With a resounding thud, the iron-hard hooves of the Sunspear hit the ground and moved her bulk to block the entrance with the spotted mare inside. While the eagle swayed back and forth through the air behind her, The Sultana's fierce black eyes bored into the perpetrator. When her voice rumbled out, it was low and dangerous. "What right did you think you had to lay hooves on a member of Dragon's Throat?" The only way out, was through her.

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[ooc// So this is horrifically delayed, sorry about that >.>]

M E G A E R A
knock me out, knock me out
sayin that i want more, this is what i live for