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07-13-2015, 12:36 PM
Ashamin
The haruspex was not surprised that he was met with resistance. His long tail knotted loosely around itself as he picked up speed and trotted towards the fire. Its flickering was a comfort in this Frosftall evening. He waited for Mortuus to join him, watching with wide eyes that strove to take in every last bit of the light.
As the dark stallion followed, Ashamin considered what the news meant to him. Mortuus was a warrior, this much had been clear even before he had admitted it, and Ashamin had just told him that a power beyond either of their control had advised he reside on the other, peaceful part of the battlefield. What would Ashamin have done himself if Thranduil had burst in now (but of course, silently) and declared that Ashamin was needed to serve as a spy? It would be a pursuit of knowledge still, but a much less moral and religious one. Ashamin took pride in his role as Haruspex and his activities as a warrior, he wouldn't want to be the sort to slink around as the golden man did. So what would he have done?
Ashamin tried to cast a light smile towards his company but it quickly faded. This was not a moment for such cheerful kindness. Mortuus needed a sincerity of his own sort, the stoic kind Ashamin was not particularly used to. He coughed, lowering his face towards the flame and catching the sight of Lochan's bright white eyes. Perhaps he was hoping the creature would offer him advice: Ashamin received only a few squiggles of color in his mind.
Very well, he was on his own for this one. He lifted his features, his ragged horn hanging over them with a hushed sort of dignity, and met Mortuus' gray eyes with care. "As a warrior you know better than anyone the pain that comes with battle. Perhaps the stars want you to consider what it would be like to ease it rather than cause it," Ashamin said plainly. He could tell this stallion was struggling with the idea. "As a healer, as anyone, all lives are precious. You cannot forget this, even when you fight. Wisdom would come to one who ceased the practice of harm to acknowledge this," the painted buck continued, "And perhaps virtue, as well."
Would Mortuus agree? Or was he a warrior to in love with the shedding of blood to see otherwise?
And if he was, did Ashamin, one who fought for honor, protection, and the pursuit of knowledge alone, really want him in his home?
Consider your ignorance
to have been bliss for yourself
alone.
Think of how many others,
harmed by your inattention to detail.
Consider your ignorance,
It will do you no good
in this home.
[[@[Mortuus Nox], any.]]
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