Thwump.

...Thwump.

... ...Thwump.

The sound vibrated against the leaves. The mists of the lands seemed restless, they swirled and moved with a nervous activity, if one knew how to read them right, they stirred in joy, for they knew their queen was returning. The wind rustled through the leaves, and though the mists longed to linger, they obeyed the winds' breezy commands and cleared a space for the beast that would land soon. There was a savage desperation in the air, a fatigued, tortured, and determined need to return home. There was also an undeniable glee, a joy in knowing that one's freedom was obtained, that only a few more beats of her mighty wings would bring her back to those she loved, those she lived for, cared for, those who had continued growing strong in her absence.

Thwump.

...Thwump.

... ...Thwump.

It was a gruelling task, for the mare had eaten only enough to survive for the past half season, living in fear that whatever she ate would contain that untraceable poison that had made her prone to being captured in the first place. It had taken this long for her to gain enough of a hold upon her Dark magic to transform - and she was in no hurry to shed this illustrious, golden body, her dragon form, that spewed forth fire in sheer jubilance as she spied the outline of the pointed, rocky outcropping that signified her home. A deep, echoing yowl was called across the sea that she strained over, and she pushed herself onwards, her golden companion, Akaith, calling out in joy too.

That was when it began.. A trickling, tingling sensation in the back of her mind. It was familiar, and as soon as she recognised it, she grasped for it, reaching out with all the powers of her mind and ensnaring that which she had lost during her time captive in the Basin. "Akaith!" The word was shouted out loud and from her mind simultaneously, and when the dragon made a returning caw, and from within her mind, a similar exclamation of Mirage!, the duo knew their bond had been restored. What had caused the numbness? The same poison that had removed her ability to access her magic? Or the puzzling eclipse she had woken to while in the Basin?

Had the eclipse been caused by.. Her? Had her capture, her despair, caused the strange phenomenon? Had others been affected? Perhaps she would ask Hellena about it, perhaps she would seek counsel with her patron Goddess once again, perhaps she would not bother with either - for why did it matter, when it was restored now?! Filled with a new energy burning through her, the dragon danced with her smaller counterpart, allowing her flight to rise and fall playfully, but nothing compared to the mental embrace of one's souls reconnecting after having a lifetime's bond muted by an exterior force. If one could visualise their souls, they would be encompassing one another again, melded so close together - perhaps closer than they had been before - one could hardly tell that they were two separate entities.

Never again shall I depart from you, my beloved.

They didn't know exactly who had started the thought, but both of them finished it, and both relaxed in the familiar embrace of the other's connection. A snort of smoky air left the large dragon, as she refocussed upon the rock before her. Angling her flight, she focussed her sharp gaze upon the grounds, seemingly parting the mists, seeking out those she knew, those who would welcome her. Such faith she did have, to know that they would be there, to know that they would have stood strong against whatever might have challenged them in her absence. She was furious at the Basin, for so many sins they had committed; her capture being one of them, the capture of many of her kin being another, and even the way they treated their own - a thought was spared for Xanthos - caused a scaly frown to form upon her draconic façade.

A deep and rumbling call left her gullet now, as she descended upon the loam, alighting her muscly bodice near the edge of the cliff, but east upon her territory, near the borders. The area by this particular stretch of cliffs was reasonably bare, aside from the deep gauges that now ran into the earth where she had landed. Being fatigued, it was unsurprising that her landing wasn't as perfectly crafted as it normally would have been.

Lashing her tail over the cliffside, she called again, a dragonsong that resonated across her home, calling those who would call her their leader to come, and tell her their tales.




[ This is a herd meeting meant for Herd Members only.
Could those in Tier 2 and up please inform Mirage of the goings-on.
This is set after Lace v Deimos spar, so please keep in mind we are pending Judge's verdict on that before filling Mirage in ^^
Mirage is in her dragon form for this.

Also, some rank changes may be announced in this meeting! ]

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