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[OPEN] Old Routines

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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The victor will never be asked if he told the truth.



She did not have the chance to respond to her half-brother's question, but perhaps that was for the best, for she did not really have a reason for her wanderings. Or, at least, she did not have a reason that she was willing to share. She could speak of worry; she could speak of fear. Perhaps these things would even serve to gain his respect, for surely Paladin would understand her desire to protect her herd and her feelings of dismay and inadequacy in the unknown that the endless night brought. But to her, they spoke of weakness, and she would not reveal such to the brother that she considered with such scorn, for he had walked away from their father's teachings. Walked away from the right path, the correct beliefs. He had sinned, in her eyes, and it was a sin that she could not forgive.

But perhaps she would not hold it against him, either.

Fear was the dominant emotion in her now, though, with all the other worries pushed aside. The fact that the creature targeted her horn terrified her, for what would she be without her crown? How could she lead her organization without its promise of superiority? No, if this monster took her most prized decoration, she would be no better than a hornless. No better than a skyrat. She would almost be worth less, for she would have proven herself incapable of protecting her tiara. Perhaps the creature would be given more than a pretty trinket, should it succeed: it would also be given the shade's life.

Paladin's voice rang out, and almost without thinking, she dropped her head to follow his command. Perhaps it was that he spoke with the authority of a general, or perhaps it was simply a recognition that her self-preservation depended in part on him, but she did not question him, nor did she resent that he took the lead. Instead, she dodged out of his way as he took the lead on the attack, and then she whirled around, hoping to keep her horn out of reach as she struck out with her hind legs toward the glowing scales, hoping only that Paladin was right.

"Talk talk talk."

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Old Routines - by Paladin - 06-25-2013, 04:32 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 06-27-2013, 03:15 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Random Event - 06-27-2013, 04:42 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Paladin - 06-27-2013, 07:52 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 06-29-2013, 08:50 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Random Event - 06-30-2013, 10:58 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Paladin - 07-01-2013, 09:34 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 07-14-2013, 01:19 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Random Event - 07-14-2013, 04:15 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Paladin - 07-24-2013, 10:59 PM
RE: Old Routines - by Psyche - 08-15-2013, 06:47 PM

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