poison of our own pride

the Rift

poison of our own pride

December Posts: 144

Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8

Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Carl :: Ccara Llama :: None Watermel0nBob

02-17-2016, 09:12 PM

DECEMBER

& this is Carl

It took her a lot of effort to finally get to the herd meeting, no thanks to her little bundle of energy and all the time it took to contain the filly. She made sure the paint was still in her sights as she trotted into the group, ears pricked in hopes that she could catch whatever it was they were saying. Carl made sure Merialeth didn't go wandering off too far should she suddenly find the meeting to be too boring, while also keeping December up to date on their location and if Miykael was nearby. Ever since the mare had birthed her child her life had suddenly become much busier, to the point where she couldn't remember the last time she had a conversation with her own mate because of all she had to do. Perhaps she was putting the majority of that work onto herself, but she couldn't help it; this child was her entire world.

She finally came to a halt in the group of members, steel eyes focused intently on Kaj and Archibald as her tail swished lazily behind her. She listened until completion, never once wavering her focus, despite the irritation that pricked mildly at her hide. They seemed to hold such ownership of this place, seemed to act as if it was always theirs. They acted as if they had never invaded this land and that perhaps not everyone agreed with them even though they had agreed to obey. The ivory lass could easily have taken what they were saying the wrong way, but she felt in a sense that what Kaj said was almost an insult to Midas's name and legacy, and that was something she was not at all okay with. Her loyalty to him was unwavering, and she would always find a special place for that man dipped in gold in her heart. Despite the war of emotions raging in her mind she remained silent, only listening to the others and the suggestions they had. She had no input whatsoever, and part of her didn't trust herself to really say anything anyways. So instead she remained silent, waiting for her next orders and for the whole thing to be dismissed.