winner winner chicken dinner

winner winner chicken dinner

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

11-16-2016, 04:30 PM

Tae was, fairly understandably, late to the meeting.

Despite the blood matting her coat, her muscles which had been pushed to the point of exhaustion, the mandible-marked mare somehow managed to make her way to where Aithniel had already gathered a small crowd. Though Tae's challenge had happened first, and presumably should have finished first, given how unmarred Aithniel's coat appeared, and given that Sikeax was not around, it seemed that only one of their two targets had bothered to put up a fight.

Clearly their mutiny was not for nothing after all. If Sikeax couldn't even be bothered to fight for her right to remain, it was good that she had been forcibly removed. And why shouldn't it have ben Aithniel to do the deed? Who better to challenge the Sun God's demands than his own child? No, despite the ache in her bones, Tae's pale eyes were wide with mirth and pride.

They had done it.

And her own challenge against Volterra? It hardly mattered what the outcome had been. She'd only needed to distract him long enough so that Aithniel could challenge Sikeax unopposed.

With bits of dried blood matted on Tae's lips which were turned upwards in a wolfish snarl, the ghostly girl made her way towards the meeting. Had she known Aithniel was actually her half-sister, she might have felt a great deal more pride for all that they had accomplished. Instead, she merely regarded her as a fellow sister of the sands. And that was good enough.

"Too bad she didn't fight." Tae said, halting near those who had gathered. Mal and Hel sat grinning on either side of her, their dark canine faces focused only on their bonded and herd leader. "But still a victory nonetheless. Congratulations."

Although Tae had ambitions to one day rule this herd as her Father had, something inside of her told her that she was not ready yet. At least, not to lead alongside Aithniel. (Though again, had she known the girl was her sister, she might have had second thoughts). Instead, she voiced the desires she had had during their previous meeting, certain now that she would not receive the same offhanded remark that Sikeax had offered her.

"Despite recent events, I would rather hold the rank of healer, than warrior." She began, her pale gaze staring levelly at Aithniel. "Besides, I don't need to be labeled a warrior to fight." Her ghostly gaze surveyed the crowd, looking for Volterra hoping to give him a wolfish wink. "My Father found power in healing nearer the end of his life. I would follow in those hoofsteps, if you see fit."

tl;dr despite challenging Volterra for gladiator, Tae would like to be a healer.

tae

Throw me to the wolves
& I'll come back leading the pack

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