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RIFT
No mother should have to bury their nation, let alone their children.
Rift's head hung low, threatening to plunge into the salty waves. It was true, he had broken his mother's heart. He had shattered the heart of the only creature that had loved and cared for him beyond all reason and all doubt. Blackfire had been a cruel woman, a ruthless matriarch, and a powerful general; she had been unparalleled in her station and had conquered gods and monsters alike.
For her children, though, she shed that rough skin and opened her soul. Her generosity and love knew no bounds, she had even stolen children of unfit mothers and kept them as her own, raised them just as she would any of her own blood. They had all risen to greatness or had been on paths to become legends, slashing down enemies and soaring upon the back of victory; and yet, their glory could not protect them from the destruction of the world.
His wings drooped, landing with a soft thump upon the sands just as a feminine voice broke through his melodramatic musings. Turning his attention toward the white marked mare, Rift studied her, his lungs filled with the scent of sand and warmth that was exclusive to the Dragon's Throat. Cocking his head a bit to the side, the sorrel stallion noted the slight apprehension with which she seemed to stand; had he encroached on an unknown stretch of private territory? His brow crinkled at the thought, perplexed at the idea of a possible outcast excreting the scent of the Throat.
"It seems to be an increasing state of existence for me." There was a wry friendliness to his tone, though Rift was not sure that it would entirely mask the honesty in his words, "You look weary."
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