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Just the beating of hearts, like two drums in the grey. Archibald the Dauntless & Loretta the Fierce
Archibald knew when the world rocked on its side and the year turned. The stallion had been in Helovia long enough to know when something was happening--and this happened often. Perking his massive head, the stallion moved toward the Thistle Meadow. Loretta trotted at his heels, though her body seemed lifeless. Her heart still grieved the loss of her sister. Her red and white body felt heavy as she followed after her bondmate. As he traveled, Archibald sent comforting waves to his companion. Her pain was his pain, though unlike his her's had not yet turned to rage. Would it at all? Or was that sickness only given to him? Archibald snorted, pushing the thoughts from his mind.
Now was not the time.
Breaking into the meadow, golden eyes roamed over the masses of horses gathered. Several members of his herd scattered the lands, and his brother and nephew. Calling to them, Archibald continued to trot through the meadow. He found himself stopping at the side of his Earth Medic. Turning, Archibald touched his nose to the side of her neck. She was always loyal. "Resplendence," He nodded to her, breathing softly.
Stopping fully, Archibald looked upon the happenings in the meadow with eyes that were solid and hard, but not cold. Loretta lay in the grass beside him, licking at her paws compulsively. The Dauntless looked down at his companion, pressing his foreleg into her back. Loretta, please he urged, but the cur ignored him. Her only response was a snarl of contempt, leave me be, Archibald, she snapped mentally, turning away from her master. |
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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