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Xolani was not among the first to arrive; nor was she among the last. She stood in the back of the small group with an uncertain tension in the lines of her face. The mare had never been to a herd meeting before, and the summons brought a strange feeling reminiscent of when she had been called before her parents at home. Why would they be summoned unless they were in some kind of trouble? Would there be a punishment given out? Would they make whoever had caused the problem leave? Was it me? she wondered, shifting back and forth uneasily. But no - she had done nothing but her job, and she had a small family here now. Surely, surely she was safe. But then she realized that it was not Gaucho, a stallion who she had not known but had nonetheless become accustomed to seeing around their home, that led the meeting. No, it was a mare that Xolani could vaguely identify as the herd's healer, and she alone. Tension again overcame her. Something had gone terribly wrong in the last weeks, something that she did not want to face. She had only just become comfortable here. It was too soon to lose the one place and the only horses that she cared about! Almost without thinking, Xolani slipped to Ilios's side, easing her way through the crowd until she could gently nudge his wing. A monstrous brute stood on the other side of the teal-touched pegasus, and the mare found herself shrinking slightly in his presence. Accompanying Ilios was a silver wolf, a beautiful creature who Xolani did not recognize. When did he get a companion? Indeed, when had they last spent time together at all? Still, his presence was a comfort to the mare, whose coat was lit with a mixture of colors that bespoke her anxiety and fear. There were no discernible shapes, only a splatter of hues. The news of Gaucho's death came as a shock. Though Xolani had expected something bad to come of this meeting, she had always imagined the Wildfire to be infallible. Everything became a blur after that - news of an outcast group (she glanced at Ilios, knowing his history, worry creasing her forehead), plans to take them into custody - it was too much for her panicking mind to take in, especially when the voices surrounding her exploded in angry protest. She was proud of her children's father when his calm voice offered a better solution, but even that could not completely ease her mind. What would happen now? Who were they without their leader? |
OOC | Mentions @Ilios
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Want to plot with Xolani? Visit her plot page here!
