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Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
Einarr was on his way to seek the bay mare before she acted on her duties as Sultana and called a herd meeting. A scowl laced his dark face as he stood before her, in his normal place as Guardian, with many thoughts racing through his mind. He had just endured the unrighteous vehemence of Ampere, and he had a laundry list of disagreements he needed to charge against her. Reddened eyes swept over the bay as she spoke, concern beating in his heart and untraceable on his stoic, militaristic face. She had been in two battles as he steadied their borders, and that made his skin crawl. They were to be in battle together against the woes of Helovia, as they had been during the flood. The dark guardian's wings shifted on his back with the discomfort he felt, but he made no motion to speak. It was not yet his turn.
Laedere, a woman he had granted haven to in the Throat, sidled near him. Her delicate muzzle grazed his shoulder, her words making his blood go cold. With knitted brows, he turned his head to look upon her soft pink eyes. "Laedere safe in Throat. Einarr keep Laedere safe." He whispered, breathing his promise into her nostrils. Now, it seemed, was his time. Turning his focus back towards Megaera, Einarr lifted his head and held onto his resolve. "Einarr believe Ampere to be danger to this family." The stallion stepped forward, his chest broad like a shield, as he harboured his bold words. "Ampere assault Laedere with her words--bring Laedere to question her safety in the desert. A member of council is called to drop personal...con-vick-tun--" he struggled with the word conviction, but he knew its meaning and its importance, "--but Ampere not. She hate those bonded to creatures. Ampere scream and call names--not a mare worthy of respect. Ampere not hold Dragon Throat's desire to be family and support one another. Ampere break desert law, and einarr demand punishment." The stallion's voice was solid and cold, but not elevated or full of anger. This stallion was smart--despite his unskillfulness in the common tongue--and he knew that requests brought of heavy voices and hardened hearts achieved nothing. Einarr stood steadfast in his role as warden, regardless of what rank the one being brought to justice held.
Or who they slept with.
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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