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11-03-2016, 11:15 AM
Aquila
Unblinking, overlarge eyes leave the Earth’s daughter the moment he actually appears, gaze sharpening on him and his vines as he gently caresses a dark, gilded, pregnant mare. And the seahorse blinked at the caring gesture—so at odds with how the Earth God has killed Vjanta and ignored her own requests. Sharp teeth tightened against each other as her jaw suddenly clenched, ribbons of muscle standing out beneath her pebbled skin.
Her ears, that had tilted back, swung forward as he spoke—denying the herd’s request for a quest, a purpose. Despite the warrioress thriving on jobs and assigned tasks, she heard and respected the God’s reasoning for denying their request. Look how few had gathered for this meeting, alone—and their patron deity stood in their midsts. Her tail flicked once again around her haunches and warring thoughts and conflicting emotions speared through her mind. Part of her wanted to distrust and despite the God for letting her futilely beg on the hard, black rocks of his ruined shrine.
But…perhaps she wasn’t ready either? As a trained warrior, it was now apart of her nature to defer to the decrees of those above her. And if the Earth God claimed the herd was not ready for a quest… Then perhaps he denied her because she was not ready to save her people. Her luminous eyes blinked once as these epiphanies (or rationalizations) filtered through her mind.
And then she steeled herself, allowing the coral pieces of decisions to click together—she would become ready, just as this herd would. So, with a dip of her aquamarine bladed head to the two new Czarinas, she began to turn and slip back into a deep pool.
The sea is hell and I am its fury.
Aquila needed to come to some internal epiphanies, don't mind her ;)
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