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Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
As the darkling guardian stands there, he feels no guilt or remorse for his actions. He knows he is not liked in this moment--the way eyes send daggers straight for his heart is enough to attest for that. But popularity does not matter to the bloodrider--justice does. Red-brown eyes kept their firm gaze on Ampere as she spat at him. He did not move, he was a wall of impenetrable silence, a vigil of truth, a sentinel of protection. "Ampere make Laedere feel unsafe and unwelcome--how that doing job?" He asked simply, tail flicking a fly from his rump. "Ampere make Laedere feel "abomination of Throat". Ampere not care for Laedere--Ampere care for no one but Ampere--not when rhoa--companion--involved." Ampere did not need to do her job when it mattered, she needed to do her job always, regardless of how she felt personally convicted against companions. Helovia was flourishing with companions, many standing before the warriors now had companions--including their Khal and Sultana. Einarr let his wing stretch out and cover Laedere, to remind her of his promise. No harm would come to her--for it would have to come through him first.
"Einarr know Laedere not first victim of Gladiator. Einarr just first brave enough to put end to it." Einarr snorted, droplets of black tar rocketing from his nostrils. Surprise overtook him, and he leaned down to rub his tar-streamed eyes on his knee. Bringing his head back towards the small mare, he glowered at her again. "Ampere give Einarr athzhikhar." He whispered, voice hard and accusatory. Defending herself might have been the easy part, with her favor help so highly and uneducatedly by this herd, but now she stood before them spreading the disease of the new land. Dark ears pinned for a moment, before Gaucho stepped in. The stallion brought his own inquiry, and something within Einarr's heart resolved even more. He understood his Sultan--understood his mannerisms and his thought patterns--for Einarr shared some of them. Hash yer asti k’athijilari? He thought Ampere before she began her defense. Einarr did not know if the woman would lie before her Khal to keep herself safe, or if she held her beliefs so tightly that she would tell the truth.
athzhikhar :: sickness
Hash yer asti k’athijilari? :: Are you speaking truthfully?
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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