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The meeting came to an end in its own time, and Einarr looked back to his Sultan and Sultana. He nodded to each of them in turn, thought his eyes lingered on Megaera's a moment. He could almost hear the words he knew to be touching the tip of her tongue--words meant only for him, for their bond. He knew, though, that she could not say them out loud. She was the leader of this herd, and her loyalties lay with more than him along. He nodded again, anyway, as if he had taken in her silent encouragement--Shieraki gori ha yeraan! Fichas jahakes moon!. The stallion smirked some, muscles coiling beneath his taut, dark hide.
It is then he decided he will start the battle in the sky. In this desert, pegasus reigned supreme. A unicorn would need to understand how to respond to opponents coming from the air, and likewise Einarr was always poised to learn about his wingless combatants. Dark ears folded down into his mane as Reginald all but stalked off, his massive body calling attention as it trailed to a clearing in the desert. Massive wings outstretched from chiseled sides and Einarr took to their air, swallowing the clouds beneath him. He gained as much altitude as he thought appropriate before tilting his muscled body back toward earth. He tucked in inky wings, sucked in a breathe of the air--cold, here where he had flown to--and angled himself a rocket towards the basilisk boy. When he thought himself close enough, Einarr spread his wings again and attempted to circle around the grey.
[ PC: 0/3 | WC: 415 | Go ahead and attack first, Smithers!]
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
@Reginald
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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