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07-15-2016, 05:55 PM
Sacre;
How long had it been since he’d gathered at a meeting?
His nerves felt worse than how he felt when he was attending his very first herd meeting. He missed Roux, but especially on days like this when he felt like he needed the familiar red presence of his twin. He stayed close to his foxes, feeling the need to cling to their gentle friendship and camaraderie. As he travelled through the Edge territory he still felt out of place. It was a herd whose history with his own family was long and arduous—battles, kidnappings, and hostility. Sacre, for whatever reason, had never found harmony with the Worlds Edge, no matter who lived here. Borne from sheer pig-headedness and loyalty to Mauja, the Fox Boy had returned to the misty land, but now he wondered if it was the right thing to do. He often thought that maybe he should have given in to lust and followed home the beautiful Nymeria. Let her whisk him away to the Hidden Falls…
Alas, his decision was done and Sacre was determined not to run away this time. Not without trying.
When he arrived at the meeting, the first thing he noted was the familiar weave of the canopy that sheltered them from the glaring sun—it was northern work surely! He smiled at the memories the construction inspired into his mind, but soon he turned his attention to the two who commanded here. Tembovu and Elsa. One a giant and the other like the Frostbreath horizon. Sultans, Lordships, Kingdoms… Sacre had met many figureheads, many legends; he had served great horses in his young years. He wondered, in comparison to those, how these two would compare.
Feeling awkward and out of place, he went to stand next to Mauja, taking refuge in the familiarity of a friend who was the closest to family he had in the absence of his twin. Inari and Ríona lingered near him, but were far more interested in the other companions who turned up with their bonded.
His nerves felt worse than how he felt when he was attending his very first herd meeting. He missed Roux, but especially on days like this when he felt like he needed the familiar red presence of his twin. He stayed close to his foxes, feeling the need to cling to their gentle friendship and camaraderie. As he travelled through the Edge territory he still felt out of place. It was a herd whose history with his own family was long and arduous—battles, kidnappings, and hostility. Sacre, for whatever reason, had never found harmony with the Worlds Edge, no matter who lived here. Borne from sheer pig-headedness and loyalty to Mauja, the Fox Boy had returned to the misty land, but now he wondered if it was the right thing to do. He often thought that maybe he should have given in to lust and followed home the beautiful Nymeria. Let her whisk him away to the Hidden Falls…
Alas, his decision was done and Sacre was determined not to run away this time. Not without trying.
When he arrived at the meeting, the first thing he noted was the familiar weave of the canopy that sheltered them from the glaring sun—it was northern work surely! He smiled at the memories the construction inspired into his mind, but soon he turned his attention to the two who commanded here. Tembovu and Elsa. One a giant and the other like the Frostbreath horizon. Sultans, Lordships, Kingdoms… Sacre had met many figureheads, many legends; he had served great horses in his young years. He wondered, in comparison to those, how these two would compare.
Feeling awkward and out of place, he went to stand next to Mauja, taking refuge in the familiarity of a friend who was the closest to family he had in the absence of his twin. Inari and Ríona lingered near him, but were far more interested in the other companions who turned up with their bonded.
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