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11-16-2016, 09:30 PM
S U N J A T A
Everything had been changing so quickly, it seemed. From a place that seemed about as lifeless as the cacti that littered the herd land, life began to sprout in forms of challenges, name calling, and leader shifts. Much to Sunjata’s distaste, he tried to keep civil – avoiding the frustration that laced every corner. Sometimes he found outlets in his anger by finding various spiders along the sands and simply crushing them with his large hoof. However, while that did a decent job at curbing the frustration, he felt quite like a sitting duck. He needed something to do – he couldn’t just sit around and wait for things to happen anymore. He needed a rank, a duty, a job to be able to accomplish. And he found himself leaning toward Volterra’s offer more and more each day.
Despite having said something previously when a pegasus had called them together to speak of the lack in leadership – it seemed to have gone unnoticed. Yet another little dig at the blue bird as he fumbled his way through a still strange land. But he managed to hear the call of the woman that had challenged the current leader, and he fumbled his way through the sands to attend. He surveyed those gathered before spotting the only friend he considered here (quite ironic for the fact that Sunjata hated anything without wings) and moved to stand beside the ebony giant. His ashen beak marked face turned to Volterra with a grim smile and a nod of hello before turning his attention to Aithiniel, the new lead as it appeared to be.
He nodded his head to her, unwilling to bow down completely before someone he didn’t even know. “Veels geluk.” He called to her in his native tongue – the words sounding foreign compared to everything else he heard. Yet, it still didn’t seem right to say congratulations in the common tongue. It felt to him as though it lost it’s worth through translation, and so he continued with his natural tongue. Yet, even so, his oceanic gaze landed on the pale pegasus, wondering if she would be willing to hear his aspirations within the Throat, or if his words would fall again upon deaf ears. His attention perked when she spoke of patrols, and knew immediately that he would be more than willing to toss himself out in the wilds of Helovia, willing to prove himself to this strange beginning.
"Talk."
Veels geluk - Congratulations.
We slipped into midnight
like the death of the sun.
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