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Carry both of us Carry her, carry me There were many things that Einarr wanted to do right then and there, before his daughter, to invoke a proper punishment. For words and slashes to fall from her lips towards the woman who had helped nurture her life there would be justice. Hardened muscles tightened beneath his inky pelt as Einarr's ears pinned against his neck. Lips curled and peeled back, teeth ready to slap a bite right to his daughter's cheek for her behavior, but roughly the mother came in and shoved him. His size was so much greater than her's, but Megaera's determination to protect the filly--even from just punishment--was just enough to make the guardian take a step backwards. Red-brown eyes watched in shock and awe as the sultana dropped at his hooves, so full of love and hurt it slammed into him like a tidal wave. Snorting, Einarr regained his position, mouth ready to give Megaera a command to move when all hell broke loose.
Mordecai ripped violently at her wings, and all the war stallion could do was stand and watch it happen. His jaw hung ajar, and his wings dropped. The anger that contorted his face so demonically softened and concern laced his eyes. "Mordecai..." He all but whispered when she finished, standing before them and murmuring the words he remembered so well from rescuing her. Flashes of the brindled mare plagued his mind. Einarr had been so wrong to do what he had done--but he was a stallion, a stud, a stag whom needed to spread his genes. Even in her crazed state of being, Histe had been strong. Guilt, a feeling so foreign and sickening, wrenched his gut as he stepped forward.
The tall brute looped his neck over the pair--true mother and broken daughter--and held them tight. Wings extended forward to capture them in his shield of protection. "Mordecai strong. Wings make Mordecai seris. Afis seris." He meant what he said--her wings made her free, a cageless bird that could travel and conquer whatever and whomever she pleased. Fly free he declared, closing his eyes and resting his chin on Megaera's neck, drawing in her warmth. |
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