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She could still hear Tharos' words resonating within her skull. 'Miss, I love ya,' he told her in that odd accent of his, using the rather irritating nickname. They had been running and she told herself she had misheard him, but there no no doubting it. He loved her, and she had ignored his blatant confession. She was an idiot, but honestly she wasn't sure how she felt. love was not something she was used to. It scared her. The only love she knew was the love she had found for her home with Apollo and the others, and she was determined to help it get stronger. For that, they needed members, for their group was small and though that made him close knit and personal, it also meant they lacked in bodies. It made them vulnerable. Still, she knew her warriors were strong; she herself was confident in her abilities to protect her home with everything, even if that meant her life.
The threshold was a familiar sight to the ivory mare as strong legs carried her swiftly toward the dense forest, mind focused only on the darkness in an accept to vanquish the thoughts that plagued her. Her time had been recently divided between frequent visits to the forest to search for lonesome souls, and patrolling the borders of her homeland. She knew others could take some of her duties, yet she suspected that few bothered the guard the Foothills from strangers. She felt oddly swamped, yet she did not mind. Her self appointed duties made her feel needed and, more importantly, kept her distracted.
The darkness embraced her yet despite months of perpetual gloom, she felt nervous. It was not that the shadows scared her, but that each night she was afraid the dawn would not come. Each morn, she would awaken at daybreak with a wide grin and a sigh of relief as the sun burst out in a thin orange strip across the horizon, casting long shadows over the land and painting her pelt with an auburn glow. Yet no matter how many sunrises and sunsets she saw, she still felt a pang of dread when only the moon and stars lingered in the ebony sky.
She moved with slow, steady steps until she heard words; two voices. A softly spoken 'hello', and the beautifully spoken words of a poet. Slipping through the darkness, her pelt contrasting the blackness like that of a phantom, she slipped through the undergrowth toward the pair. One was a beautiful dark pelted creature with markings that reminded her of the very same moon and stars that filled her heart with dread, and the other was a red roan with white painted pelt and striking crimson hair. Artemis raised her proud skull, her own red markings vivid upon her porcelain face. She was taller than both, and more muscular, yet she was a tame beast for the most part. She managed a meek smile toward the strangers. "Greetings. A lovely night, is it not? What brings you both here?" No doubt one was from a herd or an outcast group and the other a newcomer in all likelihood, but she had no way of knowing which was which, so she dipped her skull to both. "I am Artemis, General of the Windtossed Foothills. General. The word rolled of her tongue in an odd way. She was not yet used to the word, yet it gave her pride and as she spoke, she arched her muscular crest.
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