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11-23-2016, 09:03 PM
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Quite a bit had happened in the Dragon's Throat since Einarr's search for Asaavi ended and he returned. Gaucho, his khal, died. A healer--the one Einarr believed to kill Gaucho--was promoted to lead the herd. Aithniel, the daughter of the Sun God, usurped the traitorous Sikeax. Einarr was pleased with the demi-goddess' rise to power, but displeased that she let Sikeax remain in the sands unscathed. Deep in his belly a fire burned, a desire to end the healer himself. He was Gaucho's bloodrider, his Gladiator, and instead a brutish, new beast stood on his pedestal. The stallion snorted, his lion's tail flicking behind him as he stalked through the winterized island. Much like his desert home, this island was not affected too highly by the winter, but the air still bit at his flank in a way that was not usual for the near-tropical climate. Cloven hooves dug into the cold, wet earth beneath him as he stopped. The stallion lifted his head, sienna eyes flitting around for his patrol partners. He had parted ways with them once on the island to better cover ground and intel. Thus far, the warrior had not stumbled across anything noteworthy. Lifting his white-marked face towards the heavens, Einarr let a trumpeting neigh slip past his lips in an attempt to call his herd mates back to him. Had they found anything? Lowering his head, Einarr sniffed at the ground a moment. His ears twitched with his tail, the wind rippling his dark hair as he listened. ” einarr
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