The Flames Burn On

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The Flames Burn On

Tae Posts: 133

Dragon's Throat Alchemist atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 2 HP: 72.5 |

Mal :: Timber Wolf :: Terrorize & Hel :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire Odd

11-08-2016, 03:03 PM (This post was last modified: 11-08-2016, 03:07 PM by Odd.)

tae

,eivom kcochctiH a fo dne eht m'I
gnivieced tol a dna krad elttil A

Tae listened to all of this, unbelievingly. Once upon a time, when she was a child, she would have listened without speaking. Would have gathered information alongside her twin and watched as the adults decided her fate. But Tae was a little girl no longer, and despite the fact that her Mother was already here, having already made her suggestion, Tae would not stay a silent ghost in the shadows any longer.

"You?" She called, her voice casually cold as she strode forward, two massive canines on either side of her. Tae might have lost the tiger pelt her Mother had recently given her, but she was still an imposing (if not petite) figure without her accessories. Frosty, white eyes looked at Nephele. The girl didn't necessarily dislike the mare, in truth, she'd never really interacted with her much in the past. But to campaign to be a leader?

Seriously? Nephele who was perhaps just as much of an absentee member of their herd as Sikeax was proving to be? What had Nephele done during her time on the sands, other than attend a few herd meetings and complete a patrol or two? What had she ever committed to them? What did she have to show for all of this fire that she professed to offer them?

"Tell me, Nephele. You say that you did not become a guardian to merely watch the days roll on, but what have you actually done? I have seen you give birth more times than you have sparred - and the one spar you have to your name, you failed to complete." Tae shot a pale gaze towards her Mother, who had been the other participant in said spar. "You say our crafters are without aim - have you not seen the magnificence that they have recently created?" A wolfish snarl had formed on the girl's lips as she spoke. Her eyes darted to Sohalia for a moment, lending her silent support to everything the pale mare had said of the exploits of the crafters as of late. "As for Sikeax's healing light, perhaps if you knew more about how this herd actually worked, you would know that her ability to heal was removed from her when she was raised to the position of Sultana." Flat eyes regarded the mare.

"It is true that Sikeax should not rule alone." Should not rule at all, she thought silently to herself. "We already have one Sultana who does not know what she's doing. It wouldn't be wise to add a second."

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