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When the Dauntless uttered his question, he expected the Constrictor to describe him by his savagery, his rage, his brutality. He expected her to set him on some lofty pedestal as the warlord he was, bloodied and bruised and cold. He expected to be compared to Midas, to Lakota...to the Earth God. His expectations were shattered when the black dun opened her mouth, however.
She spoke of his heartbreak, of the fatherhood he failed at, and yet still of his brutality. She did not condemn him. She was not Circe standing before him, he would never be able to compare any woman to the shadowmere, for she loved him and bore his children. She raised them and gave her life for them. What would she think of him, standing here in front of Ktulu, her friend, after beating and bedding her? Archibald scowled some at the thoughts, ignorant on whether such an expression would break Ktulu. The red-tipped mare went on to speak of the cards dealt to him, and he remembered her there on the Sky Island with him, screaming her torment and brokenness and rage. They had lost the loves of their lives together--lover and child. Golden eyes moved to look at her hooves, he could not bare to look in her crimson jewels as she spoke to him.
However, it did not last long. He quickly moved his head to look up at her, some semblance of astonishment on his face. Had she just...had she truly just uttered those words? Surprise laced his entire being and his muscles slumped, relaxed and perplexed. How could she love him? He thought of her children--Hototo he never could have sired, he was meant for the earth and the earth alone. Ranjiri could be his, though wingless, but she would hold the raging beauty she does now still. Murtagh, he would have been larger and stronger, built more like Archibald's sons. Pale brows knit together, thinking of his own children. Ktulu never would have been able to hold his sons--it had nearly killed Circe. Their darkness was too much. Macaria, could she have been of the Constrictor? She was kind like Ranjiri, and mild like Hototo. The Dauntless frowned again.
Could Callisto of lived from Ktulu's womb?
The Dauntless took a step forward, and then another. "Do not ever leave me." He spoke, a command as gentle as the spring wings yet as strong and stern as the northern mountains. |
@Ktulu
