Savages! Savages! [HERD MEETING]

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Savages! Savages! [HERD MEETING]

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

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#20

09-20-2015, 06:15 AM (This post was last modified: 09-20-2015, 06:18 AM by Maren.)

Is this not a holy place to you, Megaera? She questioned in her head.
Or do you want our God to hear our mortal whining, too? Maren huffed a tired sigh from her dark stained lips. The fires burned brightly behind her Sultana-figure, it danced and sang, and cidered as usual. Still, the diviner wasn’t sure what to think of the jazz going on as the noise stirred away the divine presence that was so tactile to her feathered fingers.

Her gaze wandered about, lay dripping eyes on her family even though she saw barely anything. Instead, she felt them around her, tickling her irritated skin. Ampere and the warrior she thought was called Einarr were in the midst of a word-fight and Maren couldn’t help get frustrated in silence with her, too. (But perhaps she just was irritated.) Perhaps this whole lullaby the herd was singing in their organized chaos was sticking on to her like leeches.
She turned her head around to blindly look at the colt she had met on patrol. She felt Sacre standing concerned beside him. “Ilios,” she whispered to him after she had moved a little bit closer to the young hybrid, but trying to keep her distance from the red-splashed unicorn. The daughter of the Sun seemed to have noticed it too, still... “You are dripping...” she attempted to confirm his earlier assumption carefully through her blackened teeth. Maren was, after all, dripping too. Then, crawling over her skin along with a memory, she noticed Cera in the company and she pulled up her neck. She tried to find him with her eyes, but she failed as the tar washed her eye-whites grey with sickness. Still, her insides were comforted by his apparent aliveness after the battle.

The topic of conversation was now quickly gliding down the slide of Un-importance, and thus the Diviner moved forward through the crowd. She tried to stay outside the reach of as many uninfected as she could in case the sickness was contagious. Gaucho mixed his philosophical mind in the discussion, but still she was left unsure if this was something the herd would improve on hearing or if it was meant to corner Ampere in her beliefs. So she coughed, hoping for at least her kingpin’s attention. “Sultana, regarding the… foreigners that have come through the time-shreds,” (filth, foul creatures, demons) Thoughts crossed her mind as black smudge stained her former alabaster cheeks. It would’ve made more sense for her to have addressed Gaucho, the one she had already had multiple conversations with, but she was specifically looking at Megaera. Possibly in the hopes of exploring her line of thought more, getting to know for who exactly she was working beneath. “Perhaps we should not be welcoming them too early. After all, they did come from ill lands, obtained from ill Gods. It could mean that they are ill as well, or perhaps even capable of sickening our lands." She clenched her darkened teeth while her mind raced for the politically correct wording. A frown hooded her golden stare. "I am not saying that they are not here to serve a certain purpose in this world, but until we know what exactly that purpose is, perhaps it is wise to stand more vigil towards them than we might have so far,” she concluded darkly, thinking back at the various individuals who had attempted to converse with the new creatures from the Rift, accompanied by their now deceased Gods — ... Or were we merely being distracted?

—For, have we really fought of the monsters that have appeared so far? Or are they still here; still alive and amongst us, veiled by their cloaks of innocence?

Mentioned: Illios, Cera, Sacre, Gaucho, Megaera, Ampere, Einarr and Aith

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