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04-10-2015, 08:23 PM
Megaera & Mordecai maybe i need the cracks in my skin, emotions are hard to carry maybe i need the strength in your eyes to cut through the morning time It was her first time out of the Dragon's Throat and everything seemed to fascinate the young girl to the point that she had not tried to force Megaera to stop and allow her to nurse as often as she usually did. Her excitement, however, had waned as the passed through the Heart, the memories of her mother still fresh in her young mind, but as soon as they were clear of that land her small ears were strained forward and her dark eyes wide as she soaked in everything around them. Excitement ricocheted in her young body and she was unable to contain herself and frequently bounded ahead of Einarr and Megaera. She would stop and wait for them to catch up with her then she would scurry away once more, laughing and giggling, and flapping her wings as she pretended to fly. One day she would be able to fly like the both of them, then their patrols would be much easier. She stopped, though, as the forest they were supposed to patrol loomed ahead of them. It made her feel uneasy and she turned her head, her dark eyes seeking out her father's formidable form. “Ave?” His title came out as little more than a nervous squeak that made the girl frown. “Ao qevir.” They were supposed to patrol that dark forest? Her head tilted as she looked at the looming trees and the dark shadows that they cast on the ground. Mordecai snorted and stepped forward hesitantly. It was when her father touched his muzzle to her withers and spoke that her confidence was renewed. She was the daughter of warriors. There was nothing she should be afraid of. "Mordecai, daughter of warriors, one to inherit an army!" Mordecai watched as her father bucked, but moments later she was copying him by puffing out her own thin chest, trotting, and bucking, though her own display was far less impressive and more comical than anything. “Mordecai!” She exclaimed her own name. “Gwe!” And she took off at a headlong run through the forest, the sudden boost of confidence courtesy of her father making her want to explore every nook and cranny. “.” ooc:// Ave - father Ao qevir - dark forest Gwe! - Here! Lets go! Go! @[Megaera] |
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the emptiness that we confess in the dimmest hour of day
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey
in Automatown they make a sound like the low sad moan of prey
