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02-25-2017, 07:56 PM
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Ampere the Mother of Companions
The call pulled her from a swim in the oasis, one that felt like it was washing just as much grime from her heart was it was dirt from her coat. Long clean, she was just idling in the water, unspinning her thoughts as she swept her wings through the water and reveled in the sensation of it slipping between her feathers. The summon however broke this moment of serenity, one of Ampere's ears flicking towards the source while her eyes drifted shut in an attempt to remember this moment and hold onto it. The blue of her gaze flung back open beneath her lashes, and her legs struck towards the bank where she pulled herself up. Although she gave her entire body a vigorous shake, water still dripped off her belly and the tips of her bunched mane and tail. Ideally she would have laid out by a nice tree and listened to the wind pass through the leaves until she was fully dried, but as it was she had to make her way through the desert, sand clutching eagerly onto her wet fetlocks. Not that she'd want to, but it was impossible to keep the desert off you. Kygo joined her, equally drenched, and set about to preening his freshly bathed feathers as he perched on her rump. Together they approached Volterra, the newly crowned Sultan of the Dragon's Throat. Ampere couldn't help but appraise his body as she neared, comparing it to their last Sultan... As new as he was, she'd found him to be a worthy Gladiator. Perhaps the herd's initial lack of confidence in him made him quiet in grabbing hold of his ranks and truly inspiring them - Ampere knows she ought to have had her ass kicked a while ago, grief or not - so she wondered how he might fair now as lead of all the ranks, inspired by the God of the Sun instead of a pathetic mare. Conviction aside, he was built strong, and she saw a fresh mark on him every time she looked at him which suggested to Ampere he did not shy away from his role or the hard work it entailed. He could take a beating, and he could give one, and that was enough for her. "Sultan," she greeted, specifically to give mention to his new rank. She nodded at him, the dip of her head a sign of respect. She halted, wings flicking loosely at her back as she settled, a foot cocked for conversation. Expectantly her eyes held him, a question in them. "You called?" |
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