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Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
The pegasus soared high as he covered the earth. Cold air bit at his wings and, as he drew farther and farther north, the air became too thin for him to fly so high in the clouds. Carefully, Einarr let the old drifts bring him towards the earth. Sienna eyes scanned below him, his massive wings keeping him soaring easily in this lower altitude. This was the perfect way for Einarr to clear his mind, to think clearly. For Einarr was a thinking creature, a silent intellect hidden behind his broken speech. Many could write him off as plain stupid for the way his tongue staggered and stumbled over the foreign tongue of Helovia's common language. It was untrue, however, and he was able to show his true intelligence with those that shared his native tongue. Gaucho, his khal; Rhoa, his herdmate; Mordecai, his daughter; and even Megaera had picked up on some of the words that transferred between father and daughter. In the sky, however, he did not have to speak to anyone. He was free to think clearly and liberally, and his heart and mind soared just as his physical body did.
As he flew, his eyes fell on the galloping form of another. Einarr tilted his head some, wondering why the creature was moving so quickly. Keen eyes flicked towards the ocean and a hot, sudden wave of panic struck his breast. The stag was going to kill himself in the freezing water! Quickly, Einarr tucked his wings in to his sides and divebombed for the stallion. Einarr watched as the boy sputtered and stopped, moving away from the water for an instant. The motion was just before Einarr landed. The inky stallion broke ground on cloven hooves hard, his large body puffing up and his wings snapping open. He had landed between the stag and the water, and his eyes were wild with the concern and confusion he had felt. "What troubles you!?" He demanded, eyes locked on the smaller, painted stallion with determination for him to answer.
Einarr knew the strength of water and what it could do. The arctic nature of this ocean, Einarr guessed, could only amplify the power the water held in its nature. While the stallion had grown up in the desert and currently resided in a desert, he had heard great tales of northern raids and wars where warriors were frozen to death from their own arrogance and stupidity.
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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