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Late.
How was she always late to these damned things?
Oh, right, she was a beaten and bloodied mess. Made sense.
The scrapes along her kneecaps and lower leg bones were bleeding freely as she hobbled closer to the herd meeting, the sound of Tembovu's commanding baritone and the voices of others filtering through the trees and mists. Each breath was agony shooting through her sides and spine; Volterra had broken a few of her ribs, to that there was no doubt. Even now, only hours later, a vicious and dark stain had spread across the musculature of her chest and underside, blood flowing freely beneath her skin where the stallion's dinner plate-sized hooves had broken blood vessels and damaged muscle.
At last, the pale woman found herself amidst the denizens of the World's Edge, entering just in time to hear Tembovu declare the healer woman, Alysanne, as Queen. Pastel eyes sliding over the gathered crowd, Orithia couldn't quite find the onyx splashed woman and made the decision to congratulate her later - possibly while she was being healed. Limping toward a small break in the bodies so that she could see better, the winged lass tried to hide her grimace of pain as well as she could, her every breath wheezing slightly from the effort and agony.
Yet, as her pregnant general stepped forward and flung resentment at the hooves of both Tembovu's decision and Alysanne's newfound rank, the injured mare found that she could not hold her tongue.
Voice raspy from exhaustion, Orithia turned her attention wholly to the retreating figure of Nyx, the general nearing the exit through which Ori had entered. "Disgraceful of you, general." Her words dripped venom, "To disrespect our King's decision, to disrespect Alysanne and all of the work she has done to keep each and every one of this herd healthy, no doubt yourself included." White tail was lashed against her flanks only to return to the earth with a resounding thump, "You have disgraced each and every member of the warrior ranks with your flagrant disregard for the good of this herd. I am ashamed to be under your command."
She had intended to apologize upon entering the meeting, to bow her head and beg forgiveness, to plea that her injuries had impeded her progress, but the injuries were all but forgotten, the blood that ran steadily down her legs was nothing in the face of her outrage. To silently disagree and consider the cons of a decision was one thing, but to disrespect Tembovu's rule and shame Alysanne's contribution to the herd outright? Before the eyes of nearly every herd member? Orithia was incapable of quelling her disgust. As far as she was concerned, the horned general wasn't worthy of her rank or title, and she was seconds from saying so.
If only, she thought vehemently, If only the wretch wasn't pregnant.
@Nyx was directly addressed
@Alysanne and @Tembovu mentioned
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
