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07-01-2016, 02:41 AM
She was up before the dawn, or perhaps is was more fitting to say she had not slept at all—at least not well. It had been days… no, weeks now, since Megaera had given birth to Castor and Vastra and since then she’d not had a decent night’s rest. Recovering from the birth and dealing with a wild pair of growing twins would have been enough to put any mother in need of a break but she was beyond that; Megaera was in ruins.
Asavvi was gone. Einarr was gone. Gwaihir was gone. Her sweet little star-child had vanished without a trace and in her panic, crippled by labor, Meg had sent her men out after her. Since that day not one of the three had returned, and each day took it’s toll on the Sunspear. Sleep was a fleeting thing, plagued by dreams of her missing loved ones and the thousand fates that could befall them, but Meg found little solace in waking. Hours that should have been spent happily watching her children grow passed like scrapes across her heart, each one a deeper wound for it was another hour her family was not whole—she was nort whole. Gwaihir’s thoughts had become as much a part of her as her own, but now she could not hear him and it felt like a gaping hole in her head. At least she could feel him, somehow, like a dim ember in her soul that waited to ignite again when he was near, and she knew that the eagle was alive. She had no such assurance for Asavvi and Einarr.
The energy she had was put into watching over her little ones, and though her insides felt like they had been shredded, she had enough love for them to hold herself together for their sake. Anyone who knew her would have seen a marked difference; this wasn’t the feisty Sultana but a touchy, somber recluse who was too protective and kept her eyes on the northern horizon. She’d pulled away from the rest of the herd, and the stretch of poor sleep and eating to little was staring to show. She looked slightly gaunt, and there was suspicion in her eyes instead of amusement, grief instead of fire. Perhaps it was part of the attempts to mask herself, but the Sultana had taken to wearing her armor more often than not; her babes knew the leather as well as her own skin.
She heard the call from across the Oasis, the young warrior’s proud voice ringing clearly though the morning, and whatever solace she had held onto while standing over her sleeping twins in the quiet of dawn was utterly shattered. Couldn’t she just have this moment? Just a quiet moment when she could imagine her life was fine again, imagine that Einarr was just on patrol, and Gwaihir was hunting, and Asavvi would be wandering home from stargazing any minute now. It seems not. she thought murderously and she moved off to meet her challenger.
Somehow seeing the young stallion standing there, proud and fit and ready, struck a sore nerve in the Sultana and as she crested that final dune to bring him into view the armored battlemare gave an angry bellow. “That is my husband’s title.” How dare he do this? the thought boiled in her. Challenge ME for EINARR’s place? And she had to tell herself that the black Gladiator was coming back… She had to believe it; couldn’t get though the day if she didn’t. “What right have you to claim it?!” Meg didn’t wait for an answer but launched into a gallop, charging to meet him head-on in a blaze of righteous anger. It set her dark eyes burning red, giving the slightest of warnings before exploding in the direction if his chest: two streams of fiery lightning.
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"Speech."
words:: 647
attack:: 1/4
summary:: Meg's cracked out and the worst combination of sad and mad. Charges and aims a blast of her fiery red lightning towards Ilios.
@Ilios
Megaera
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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