the Rift


Got-an-itch to Hit-a-bitch [Dröm]

Megaera the Sunspear Posts: 306
Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE
Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None Laine
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What the hell am I doing here? was the main thread of the jumbled thoughts that filled the warrior’s mind. Had it been only days since the island had fallen? Since the Goddess had been revealed and Gaucho as her unwilling puppet? Megaera should have been happy, should have been relieved that the string of murders was at an end, but those feelings would not come. The fury had faded, and the fear was gone but the frustration of the past months would not subside. It was a persistent fly, a hideous buzz in her ear and Megaera could not shake it.

She had left the Throat under the pretext of another patrol but it was really restlessness that had driven her. West she’d gone, farther than she had ever been, until finding herself on an endless beach with no more west to go. She paced along the waterfront leaving deep tracks in the sand before the waves reached up to wash each impression away. No clouds marred the midday sky but the wind was a mighty roarer. It tore in from across the water sending a fine sea mist over the sand, when a particularly strong gust caught the top of a cresting wave, the sun sent a rainbow shimmering. It was a glorious day, and on any other, Meg might have shrieked with laughter and raced along the surf. Today the little warrior could only sulk.

Her Sultan wasn’t the guilty one (not how it really counted to Meg) but his prolonged involvement was her failing as far as she saw it. She should have done more. She should have seen but loyalty hand blinded her. Faith had obscured fact and the Wildfire’s lieutenant had ignored the piling evidence. He would not have done it so he could not have done it. and she had been shown how wrong she was just days before in the Thistle Meadow. It was one god that had done this and three that had failed to stop it. Like it had been on the floating isle, she had arrived in the meadow ready for a fight: ready to kill or die in the name of loyalty to Gaucho and all she’d done was yell. She had gotten her wish and Gaucho had gone free but there had been no satisfaction in that victory.

Each time the bay pegasus came to a stone or a shell, a swift kick would hurl it into the water with a splash. A grunt of frustration was sent with each missile and she’d move along down the beach; kicking stones wasn’t very satisfying either. For weeks on end she’d been prepared for a fight and nothing but that would let her relax. The warrior needed to hit something, really hit something, but she was a shot without a target.

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OOC Notes: Feel free to attack first or just poke at her a bit if you want XD (and for the record not calling Dröm a bitch in the title it just rhymed and I thought it was funny.)
Tags: @[Dröm]
Words: 471
Attack: 0 of 3
Defense: 0 of ?
Injuries: None
Summary: Meg walks and sulks along the edge of the water.
Setting: The Endless Blue at midday. A clear day, no clouds and a bright sun with a strong wind coming off the water causing a fine mist across the beach. Sand is damp on the surface from the mist so it’s not blowing around, but is dry under the top half inch or so and easily picked up by the wind if disturbed.

walking the walk
talking the talk
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FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::


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