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06-16-2013, 10:38 AM
Oh how it tormented him to sense the vague flutters of emotion from Akaith, knowing that his close ties to mare and dragon had lent him an unusual awareness of what went on behind those dark walls. It tormented him mostly because Mirage hid from him, from their daughters, from their herd, except when she deemed her presence needed. She was hiding... and he suspected she was trying to hide from herself.
He'd lately begun feeling a driving need for action, to do something for her. Doing patrols and offering to lend aid to the wall was all well and good. But that was more to help the herd, doing basic duties that was already expected of him. He needed to help her, Mirage. For her sake, for his sake. He was no healer, to tend wounds of the body, mind, or soul. He was a warrior, a dragon... and she was a little bit of both.
Evening light cast a dim glow through the trees, the air cold and biting. Plumes of condensation rose before him on each breath as he stalked the alleyways between the trees, avoiding the warm light from the fires that periodically dotted the herd. He'd left Amaris and Semira beside one, told them to stay near and stay warm for the night. But he wasn't sure how well they'd listen tonight.
Lungs expanded on a deep breath, and then he let loose a low, rumbling call. A beckoning that vibrated below the hearing of normal steeds. A call to hunt, a call back to basics. Blood-lust could be sated in simpler ways than riding to war, emotions spent redirected into something constructive. This was what he knew how to do, what he asked his beloved to fall back upon. She was the Dragonheart, leader of horses and dragons. And she needed to be reminded of the latter.
((Spontaneous Vikram need for thread, thought this would be a fun thing to do. I do encourage others to post as their dragons, but only after Mirage has posted.))
He'd lately begun feeling a driving need for action, to do something for her. Doing patrols and offering to lend aid to the wall was all well and good. But that was more to help the herd, doing basic duties that was already expected of him. He needed to help her, Mirage. For her sake, for his sake. He was no healer, to tend wounds of the body, mind, or soul. He was a warrior, a dragon... and she was a little bit of both.
Evening light cast a dim glow through the trees, the air cold and biting. Plumes of condensation rose before him on each breath as he stalked the alleyways between the trees, avoiding the warm light from the fires that periodically dotted the herd. He'd left Amaris and Semira beside one, told them to stay near and stay warm for the night. But he wasn't sure how well they'd listen tonight.
Lungs expanded on a deep breath, and then he let loose a low, rumbling call. A beckoning that vibrated below the hearing of normal steeds. A call to hunt, a call back to basics. Blood-lust could be sated in simpler ways than riding to war, emotions spent redirected into something constructive. This was what he knew how to do, what he asked his beloved to fall back upon. She was the Dragonheart, leader of horses and dragons. And she needed to be reminded of the latter.
((Spontaneous Vikram need for thread, thought this would be a fun thing to do. I do encourage others to post as their dragons, but only after Mirage has posted.))
