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The king gritted his teeth together, setting his jaw in his familiar stone-like fashion. The mare angered him in her ignorance and her frustration, and his tail lashed against his hind legs, displaying the emotion so fully and openly. Loretta's ears pinned down against her head and the bitch stood stepping out from beneath the solace of Archibald's tower of strength. The red and white malamute lowered her head and snarled at the claybank woman, tail curling over her back as the hair along her spine prickled some. Archibald's bright, golden eyes narrowed as he spoke fervently, "I invaded to follow contract and obligation, not on my own accord. I did not want to take anyone's home from them." He did not let his gaze falter, instead, he stared straight on towards the one-eared mare as if to burn holes through her own golden colored eyes.
The Dauntless King took a step forward, raising his head and looking down on her with all of his disdain and anger. "When I took your pinecone, it was not a personal gain to gain dominance and cast fear over you. You got it from an ancient power in Helovia, and it was laced with some magic that kept the holder safe from the infection that was turning the inhabitants of this world into wraiths. I took it upon my shoulders, alongside other selfless horses, to use those items to protect myself as I fought the wraiths to protect everyone in this world. It. Was. Not. For. Me."
He took another step forward, lowering his head some, and his voice in tandem. "It was for you, and everyone else not strong enough to fight back." The Dauntless was once more standing over his bitch, but his tail had stopped lashing and his muscles hardened beneath his midnight pelt. He looked like a statue, his war-hardened body solid and unmoved just a few steps before the puny morgan mare. Silence, beast. Archibald commanded his amber eyed companion, before he asked Resplendence a simple question.
"Do you understand, now, why our paths crossed in such ways?" ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS Call out to nobody, call out to me Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth |
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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