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07-26-2012, 03:41 AM
The earthern maiden had been quiet of late. The devastation of the lands had triggered a fleeing response in her – it was unusual for the normally bold madame to ever shirk away from her duties. Shame did roll about her darkened form, and she felt herself unworthy of the warrior’s rank she had claimed upon her first trekking on these lands. The Frozen Arch had offered itself to her, its cool embrace surprisingly comforting – and she hadn’t been without fellow unicorn company there. Ulrik, she remembered, clutching to the happiness thoughts of him brought, he had kept her company, he had shown her his magic in those frostbitten lands. And now she walked, spying the brokenness of her homeland. Dirk prowled by her side, his dark paws becoming all the darker amongst the ashy dust that now lined most of the herdland. Lotus cried for the trees that had fallen, her heart aching at the ruin that was now her home. But what could she have done, anyway? Would her presence have made any difference against the Sun Lord? Even from her travels the stench of burning forest had distracted her, called her home. Dirk mewed softly, feeling the same sorrow that his bonded did, his gangly form slowly filling out. Though he was a domestic breed, he was leaner and fitter due to being born and raised a wildcat, he only had to jog a few paces here and there to keep stride with his beloved horned mistress. Unwittingly she had stumbled across a conversation, the dark night stilling the sounds any birds might have filled the otherwise oppressive silence. Their deep voices travelled through the broken trees, familiarity causing the maiden to continue on with her walk, so that her path might bring her upon their physical forms. Dirk, always feeling better sitting atop his bonded’s withers, easily leapt the fourteen hands and two inches, his tight muscles bunching and coiling, before releasing at just the right moment to enable to action. His claws dug into her mane, a sensation she was used to, evidenced by the small scratches that littered her back from him. They no longer stung, but now caused her a strange, masochistic pleasure. “Gentlemen,” sweet, melodic tones dripped from her maw like honey leaking from a bee hive. Dirk was purring from his perch, inspired by the comfortable feelings emanating from the mare to in turn, feel comfortable. “It is good to see you.” Though the mare had been inspired by Ulrik in her recent turn to be racist, she did still hold some respect for her King and Doctor. They were, after all, the two stallions whom she knew the longest here. Nodding her tiara, she probably promoted more of her magical scent to permeate the general surrounds, but her abilities were forgotten by her, for now. A sign tumbled out of her maw, as she cast her hazel gaze out over the dark depths of the ocean that stretched across the horizon, beyond the edge of the Edge. |
