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09-09-2016, 03:02 PM
Cathun Flames licked angrily about Cathun's figure, shrouded entirely by the element of his true nature. The sound had wrested him from an uneasy sleep, one clouded by dreams of a dark colored mare tipped in gold - one who had not greeted him on his arrival back home. The absence of her presence here clouded his newly formed resolve, worry nestling itself around his heart. Had something befallen his friend, the strangely stubborn and kind girl? In the depths of his mind, he saw her struggling against invisible forces, other times being incinerated in fires spawning from his own pelt. The latter caused him to shudder visibly, even in his sleep, at the nightmares. So, when the feminine voice rang through his mind, at first he thought it to be the Sunspear, calling forth a meeting alongside Gaucho. When he arrived, following the twisting winds toward the origin of the shout, his face contorted in confusion. The expression muddled from the unsubstantial fire forming his features, from head to toe. Cathun recognized Sikeax, known primarily as healer in the Dragon's Throat, but never had she held the title of Sultana in his time here. He glances around, watching as the unicorn is treated with recognition and respect. The frustration in his heart burns, wanting to stride up to the mare and demand where Gaucho was. "What the hell," he mutters under his breath instead, ear cocking back uncertainly. He had been gone for a long time, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined the Wildfire being replaced by a delicate soul like Sikeax, with the gentle hands of a healer. Her voice begins, a soft apology and a choked, mournful tone rising into the air. The fires burning about his body begin to dim, shifting with his mood. They flicker, guessing the next set of words before the leader even speaks them. Shock fills his mind, leaving it blank and unresponsive, maw hanging open, a gaping whole of flame. “Gaucho has passed on to whatever afterlife he believes in after a long battle with an unknown illness.” She says it delicately, and Cathun blinks rapidly, unable to clear the fog from his mind. Gaucho had been a steadfast leader, powerful and intimidating. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? he wants to scream, but instead stands silent, feeling even more uncertain about his choice to return. Desperate, his eyes scan the crowd for familiar faces, one in particular. Ranjiri is not here. The rest of her speech goes by in a blur, with her meek voice not helping him to pay heed to her words. He catches some information - Sikeax is now Sultana, leaving Megaera as... what, exactly? Something about a group known as the Unbound, something about Volterra being the Gladiator now, all muddled between the chaos reigning in Cathun's mind. The world began to shift beneath his hooves; fighting the urge to turn tail, to run, to go back on the promise to himself that he would live. Lost, ever so lost, he stands, a pyre for a body and a heart sinking below the sands. "" I owned every second that this world could give I saw so many places, the things that I did With every broken bone, I swear I lived |
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