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11-08-2016, 10:50 PM
He'd been plodding along behind Ampere. Far back, half asleep on his feet as he walked. She was too restless to stand still, and he was too tired to move. However he didn't think she'd stop if he did, so he compromised and crawled after her like a snail, nose bumping the sand with each stride, leaving curious little indents between his hoof prints.
Even her short tone with the bird didn't rouse his interest much - it was as normal as her grief to him - though he was aware enough to alter course with her, and at one point lifted his head and hurried some when he completely lost sight of her beyond a hill. As soon as he saw her again though he resumed his sleepy waltz.
Thusly Iskra arrived a bit later than Ampere, and the meeting was already underway. He was roused, head and ears perking up, as the cacophony of voices being slung back and forth like mud struck him. Gradually his eyes widened and his slumber peeled away, shuffled off like he was emerging from a sleeping bag. Given the last herd meeting he'd attended, he wondered if this was how they always worked. Mom said the herd was a family, but just because you were family didn't always mean you got along. Was it inevitable then, with so much family gathered in one spot, that they'd quarrel?
He missed the happier moments they shared when they were alone, laughing with just each other or grazing under the sunshine. He wanted the games and the kinship and the devotion he so often saw whent he groupings were smaller. Slanting his ears to the side against the angry noise, Iskra crept under Ampere's belly and hid/pouted.
Even her short tone with the bird didn't rouse his interest much - it was as normal as her grief to him - though he was aware enough to alter course with her, and at one point lifted his head and hurried some when he completely lost sight of her beyond a hill. As soon as he saw her again though he resumed his sleepy waltz.
Thusly Iskra arrived a bit later than Ampere, and the meeting was already underway. He was roused, head and ears perking up, as the cacophony of voices being slung back and forth like mud struck him. Gradually his eyes widened and his slumber peeled away, shuffled off like he was emerging from a sleeping bag. Given the last herd meeting he'd attended, he wondered if this was how they always worked. Mom said the herd was a family, but just because you were family didn't always mean you got along. Was it inevitable then, with so much family gathered in one spot, that they'd quarrel?
He missed the happier moments they shared when they were alone, laughing with just each other or grazing under the sunshine. He wanted the games and the kinship and the devotion he so often saw whent he groupings were smaller. Slanting his ears to the side against the angry noise, Iskra crept under Ampere's belly and hid/pouted.
Victory is in my veins
I will not negotiate
I will not negotiate
Iskra
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Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
