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03-02-2016, 03:55 PM
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Alysanne There was a furious lecture brewing in her as she made her way toward Tembovu, the figure easily recognizable where he stood near the cliffs - with half a mind to chase him over the edge. She had lived in herds ruled by tyrants before and she had no intention of doing so again. If that was his desired path, if he intended to burn and bring the Edge down with him, she’d fight him with all that she was. This herd needed strength not whatever had happened back on the Deep Forest. Fortunately they had been close enough to save Mauja, but what happened the next time Tembovu’s rage got out of control? Who would be his victim then? Alysanne knew very well that she would use her own body to protect anyone else in the herd, even Mauja, from further injury. She moved with a brisk stride toward him, wrapping her anger around her like a shield (conveniently forgetting her own weaknesses). But, wrathful as she was, it was no match for the sight of the festering, puss-filled mess that was the knee of their king. Stallions. May the Goddess save her from their stupidity. How long had he been letting it fester? Likely since that day in the Deep Forest. And from the look of his skin, fever was starting to settle in as his body fought off the infection. For once she was without Hemlock perched atop her head - the little owl was snoozing in a tree nearby, which was good as he might have been caught off-balance by the wind that was catching her hair as she came to stand on the cliffs. “Tembovu.” She made no attempts to hide her current contempt for the King but her voice was chiding in the exasperated and gentle way she used with her patients and children. “Why didn’t you find me sooner?” She rustled her wings into a more comfortable position, the muscles in her right one still a little sore from their spar. Not that she used them very much aside from the occasional stretch - but it was always good to have them in good working order. She wanted nothing more than to throw them up now in exasperation, her eyes moving from the wounded knee to meet his gaze with a pointed stare. “Well, are you going to let me heal it or are you trying to prove a point?” everybody heals with love |
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