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YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES AND THE GLORY FADES Anger still flows like a molten stream through his veins, coupled with the stacatto throbbing of his fresh wounds. The battle had ended in victory for him, of course, but at a cost - Cynder lays unconscious across his back, having lapsed back into her coma as soon as she had ascertained that he had won the fight. He's getting more and more worried about her by the minute, as it isn't like her to stay out this long - he hopes she's doing it as a preventative measure to let her wounds heal, rather than through any deeper complaint. Because dammit, if that unicorn whore has caused her any permanent damage, then she will hang. He heads back to the Rotunda, a long and painful wander from the battlefield made even slower by his constant attempts to ensure Arah does not take advantage of his weakness and escape. His rump has almost completely seized up from her horns now, relegating him to a slow hobble, and the massive gash has only just stopped bleeding. But his pain is secondary to his fear for Cynder, who sleeps like a solid mass on his back with her tail dangling weakly by his side and burning his flesh with every step. Finally he slows, ascending to the base of the Rotunda with an agonised groan and carefully adjusting his dragon upon his back so she doesn't slip off and hurt herself. He'll check her for broken bones later, but now he has a duty to attend to - giving Confutatis her prisoner back. Lifting his massive head, the stallion releases a series of small chuffs for his demon queen, calling her to him to give her the news. "" |
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