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Laedere But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? Laedere was confused. So. Very. Confused. What the hell had just happened? Had the blue and black mare been accusing her of harming this other creature? She had never intended to harm Ardere… She was trying to take care of her, like the Earth God had asked… Was she really doing everything wrong? She shuddered, letting out a snort and clasping her wings tighter around her sides. Aye, Ardere was already circling toward the water in order to continue to play as she always had. Was she always supposed to be in the water? No, it didn't seem like it. She seemed fine in the air on long travels. There was no pain in the emotions that she could feel from Ardere. And what was this talk as enslavement? She didn't understand. Oh, her brain still hurt. Her brain still spun. Why was all of this happening? Was this a sign from the Earth God that she wasn't doing things right? "What doth thee want from mineself?!" she cried out to the heavens. She was alone, or at least she thought she was, near the oasis. And, to be quite honest, she didn't expect any kind of answer. After all, she had gotten no answer when she had survived the ashes falling. She had gotten no answer when she had been thrust into this world. And she had gotten no answer any other time she had asked. She had simply had to go, to do things on her own, to hope that something would work out. And it seemed as though Ardere agreed with the belief that there would be no answer. She just wasn't as peeved about it. @Einarr |
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09-11-2015, 10:34 AM
If you could flick the switch and open your third eye You'd see that we should never be afraid to die "Laedere." Einarr's voice was rough, like sandpaper against hardwood, even now as he swooped down to greet the woman on their shared sands. "What happened?" He asked, tucking his wings neatly into his clean black sides. The warrior had been on patrol when he heard the familiar voice cry out to no one and anyone. Confusion littered his masculine features, and as he stepped towards her, a look of concern entered his red-brown eyes as he lowered his head to breathe towards her. Seasons ago, the stallion had welcomed this flightless mare into the home of the Dragon's Throat, and she had accepted. As a guardian of these sands, of these inhabitants, it was Einarr's job to look after the safety of his herdmates--physical, and if needed, emotional. Einarr was no outright leader, no outstanding citizen, but he was passionate to his duties and he understood well the needs of his own.
Carefully, the stallion looked over to the playing leviathan. His heart tugged with the desire he felt to call a companion his own. He had coveted the desire since his youth, watching several of his herdmates carrying their own bonds. A phoenix called upon Einarr's soul, and he would work hard to attain it. He had been denied this raptor of fire twice, but Einarr would never let go of the dream of sharing his soul, his mind, his heart with something so great. Rusted eyes flicked back to Laedere, head lifting to examine the odd pegasus once more. She did not seem to be in any physical pain--he had already been assured her injured wing was long-ago healed--and so Einarr could not pin what had transpired for this woman to call out in such a manner. "Someone hurt Laedere?" He asked, tail flicking against his hocks and the flies as he shuffled on cloven hooves, waiting for the more refined woman to answer him. @Laedere  if you bury me, i'll bury you pixel by sourful
09-15-2015, 03:34 PM
09-15-2015, 07:33 PM
If you could flick the switch and open your third eye You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
The concern and confusion he felt increased as he watched the female practically shrivel inside of herself. He imagined that if she had the ability to become invisible that she would do so, in this moment, even before him who stood as he brother before her. It pained his heart, his warrior's heart, for even as primal and stoic as he could be, he truly loved and felt passion for this herd and all its members. Laedere especially--for even if her wing was healed, and she was not helpless without the functioning appendage, Einarr felt a special guardianship over the mare he had invited into this family. Sighing, Einarr took a step towards Laedere and blew slow, careful breathes into her nostrils. It was his only way to comfort her.
Her next words, however, made him go rigid with anger and even more confusion. "Ampere?" He asked abruptly, head shooting up to look down on the seafoam mare with skeptical eyes. He knew the woman to be fiery, but would she really treat her own herdmates in such a manner? It seemed so. Einarr grunted some, eyes moving to Ardere. "Ardere not slave. Ardere happy!" He exclaimed, eyes narrowing and inky tail flicking across his hocks. How Dare someone in such power treat a citizen in such a way! How dare Ampere use such language towards Laedere. Molten rage bubbled in his gut, and he snorted again. "What Laedere say back?" Shock, raw and electric, ripped through his anger as Laedere's last words spilled from her mouth. The stallion's jaw hung open, and in the distance a pindrop could probably be heard. "Oh, sweet Laedere, no..." Einarr finally breathed, taking another step forward to press his forehead into her shoulder. "Laedere safe beneath Einarr's wings." He muttered, his words confident, as he stretched his wings out to shelter the small female. if you bury me, i'll bury you pixel by sourful
09-15-2015, 07:59 PM
10-17-2015, 07:28 PM
If you could flick the switch and open your third eye You'd see that we should never be afraid to die As Einarr listened to the woman's distressed words, a deepset ire rose like bile in the back of his throat. It was the place of no one to yell at, threaten, and rub dirt in the name of another member of the Dragon's Throat. The description she gave of her attacker was easy enough to Einarr to pinpoint who it was, and the decision made his stomach turn. He had not thought their head warrior to be so childish and stupid. The Mother of Companions was nothing but an irritable bully, he decided, a stomp of his hoof sending the message of his discomfort at Laedere's recount of what happened. An angry snort left his muzzle and his feathers bristled. The stallion's face hardened and twisted into a gruesome grimace of anger and he gnashed at the air a moment before speaking.
"Laedere not listen to Ampere lies. Understand me? Laedere take care of Ardere with love and kindness. No slavery. No hatred." It was clear the stallion was vehement, and with the rise in volume of his voice so did the heat of his body. "Sick fuck mean Laedere worthless -- it a LIE!" Einarr chest puffed and he backed away from the flightless woman. Muscles beneath inky skin tightened as the stallion reared, cloven hooves slicing into the air. Massive wings upon a strong back snapped open, and Einarr released a roar of his rage. "No one treat herdmates like that. Einarr see end to it!" He called into the desert wind, voice ringing with his bellowing anger. Landing, Einarr let his red-brown eyes shift to the broken woman's companion. A raging heart pumped red hot blood through his mortal veins, pulsating with the reverberating rage he felt deep within his core. A companionship was not a slave bond, it as a gift of life. It was granted directly by gods, and only heightened the quality of life for both parties involved. The bloodrider himself yearned for a companion to share his soul and mind. @Laedere if you bury me, i'll bury you pixel by sourful | ||||||||||||||||||||
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