the end of an era [HERD MEETING]

the end of an era [HERD MEETING]

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

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#17

09-28-2016, 03:48 PM

BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY
She had seen the new Gladiator before. Multiple times, as he had been, like her, fighting the False Gods. Yet, he was still an outsider. He could not have any reasons to become what was given to him by Sikeax. He could not yet understand the principles of their herd, the ways of their living. Why the hurry, Sultana — Are you afraid? Even if it wasn’t the truth, there was no other way than to see it as favoritism, which the diviner did not thought a wise move so early into her rank. However, it sure was interesting. Maren glanced at him from her place in quiet judgement while she listened to him talk. He seemed strong willed, tough, possibly dedicated to his job… But truly, she hadn’t liked Einar much, so she couldn’t care less about him being gone, anyway.

Taken care off? Maren couldn't help being a little bit surprised by this and tuhs could she only wonder if the girl had thought it through; if she had a plan, a strategy. After Gaucho's death the herd had become chaotic, frail as well. This was not a time of war, but a time of defense, regrouping. If this band was truly a danger, why hadn't their allies shared their worries about it with them. As they were now, hasty methods could weaken them even further. There seemed to grow unease among the crowd.

Ampere spoke up, not to her surprise, with words reckless and too unrefined for Maren’s taste. She did not like listening to someone jumping to conclusions. However, for some reason she couldn’t blame the Mother of Companions either. Even though they were so different to each other, for a mere second she felt a sting of understanding. She remembered Shadow, how she had been an outcast. Had she been wrong? She had been off this land, yet an outcast as well… alone. Dead. Megaera’s voice followed into the beaten path of the blue mare, the same accusations flowing from her chest. Maren closed her eyes to the scene, sighing to herself — Couldn’t help thinking that if only there had been this much objection to the destroying of the bridge… Huff.

She heard Cera’s voice, a voice of kindness, of reason and she dared to open her eyes again in the hope the heated discussion would cool off or finally get somewhere. She glanced at him from under her lashes and of course he was what she had thought; a standing of justification and calmness, caring about their emotions… But when she looked at his face she realized that he didn’t seem to be there. Maren swallowed, feeling guilty that she hadn’t stepped forward to cool the hot headed damsels off herself instead, whatever the opinions may be. Why won’t you be our Sultan, Cera? But as soon as she thought it she redirected those feelings to the black depths, for if Cera was meant to become their Sultan, He would’ve given it to him already. Right?

At some point she heard her own voice statically frame itself around challenging reluctance for the brand new alpha mare. “There would lie little to no wisdom in the making of new enemies, when we are the weakest that we have been in years.” Her eyes lay still on the Sultana. Weak; it shows even in the haste of our speech. It did not matter how much she might want to praise her new leader. She did not stand for foolishness, she did not accept stupidity. Like Megaera, Ampere, Cera and all the rest, she loved the Dragon’s Throat, too. Too much to merely watch it wither and die like a flower in her care. Even with His blessing, there was a time for both fighting and healing and, although Maren wasn’t a healer, she would’ve thought Sikeax especially to be aware of their needs right now. Perhaps the girl simply hasn’t noticed how much the herd has depended on Gaucho. Now, however, it was who Sikeax was, the gift she had mastered, what they as a herd needed the most.

“I offer you my wisdom and my guidance, Sikeax, make use of it however you wish, whenever you need.” She bowed her head. No other Sultan or Sultana had ever asked for her council, had ever used her mind as she wished for it to be used. She kept wasting words on it, yet she would continue offering it again and again. It was her job and she was as patient as always. Like a fruit; there for the taking, to be useful — for some reason forgotten about. Then the next season she would re-appear. To be forgotten about. Again.

^{//Let's just casually pretend I'm not way too late for this kay?

Mentioned: Ampere, Megaera, Cera, Sikeax, Volterra}