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07-11-2012, 05:03 AM
More came, many more in fact. The brothers watched them all with their demonic, orange gazes. But there was no threat behind those eyes tonight, rather a sense of protectiveness – they were guardians, protectors, and while their skills were usually honed into protecting their family, by Mirage’s request their family had just been extended to this entire group. The arrival of the dragon stallion, however, gave them pause. Attention was fixated on him, as he so casually walked nearer and nearer to their sister, his giant form dwarfing hers and everyone else’s, his snuffles and sly grin causing both brothers to grind their teeth in silent annoyance. Madyrn was shivering on the spot, and not from cold – anything less than scorching heat hadn’t been felt for many weeks now – he was struggling to maintain his still position. It was Rishima’s arrival that cooled their tempers, not to mention the sharp glance Mirage threw their way like a finely aimed dagger. Ears crept back and hid beneath their thick manes, and Madyrn flinched and made to bite his moonlit sister back in return for her sharp greeting. Hooves stamped on the ground impatiently, but it was enough to dispel the tension that had coiled up within them. Ears crept forward once more as others arrived, including more members from their herdland, they nodded their rogue crowns in recognition of Aaron and his mother, Solstice, as well as Smoke and Gossamer. Their shadowy sister then stole the stage, and with mild awe they listened to her weave her words before them, and felt a stirring of pride rise in their breasts. Then she appointed Vikram her WingLeader. The brothers were, in a word, unimpressed. Harsh snorts exited both their noses, and a steely glare was cast to the dragon-stallion. We are not done here. The brothers looked to each other then, an imperceptible nod of understanding given between them. In an act of synchrony, their blazed facades then bowed to their WeyrLeader and WingLeader – they would address the matter of him touching their sister later – and their deep, gravelly voices resounded simultaneously against the silence that had fallen. “We too will follow you.” |
