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Knox Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Jen

#34

08-24-2015, 05:55 PM

Come.

That is the only exchange before Knox sets off running, reluctantly leaving the start of his new family behind but shedding some of the weight responsibility has place on his shoulders with every hoof-beat. Manhattan is leading him somewhere--has something to show him. He is only as patient as one like him can be.

They run in silence; the hunter is anxious. What is it that she cannot tell him now, what is it that is so urgent he must run to see? Perhaps it is irritation more than nervousness. He feels older than he should, as if finding Aylin again has matured him immensely. And Manhattan has said so little to him since his mare has come home to him. Even now, she doesn't speak through their bond.

It is only when they arrive, both cloaked beneath Knox's powerful magic, that she breaks the quiet. And it is then, staring down at the red falls and the crowd around the god, that there is nothing to be said.

Time.

That is all she says--and Knox, who has not seen a god in a very long time, is unsure if he is filled with anger or respect. He knows what he should do: he should leave. He doesn't belong here before a God, in a situation that might incite his temper and put him in an unexpected position. He has Aylin to care for, and soon the two of them will have a child. A girl, he is sure of it; though he has not told his mate for fear it will reveal his premature excitement, he has already begun to consider names.

But none of this is on his mind, now. None of his minds, so many that they are, can think of it. All he can think of is the sight of that bleeding god at the center of a throng, and all he can know is that he should turn back.

At last, it seems, they have returned. Whether or not his favor has, however... that remains to be seen.

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[[Scrambled to get in before time is up]]

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