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Archibald knew the turtle would return, as he did every year. He did not know, however, that this year the giant elder would call for decoration. The Dauntless was not one for design--the ornate carving of his armor came with it when it was gifted to him. He did not quest for it from the gods like so many others, and the gods paint the desires of their hearts into the metal. Archibald had been something else entirely, and even though the steel hung with intricate designs etched into it, the Dauntless did not dictate it. He looked down to Loretta with molten eyes, and ambers turned skyward in a massive rolling motion.
I am not a decorator. She growled mentally. Archibald shrugged, tail flicking against his hocks as he pressed forward. The red and white cur followed, tail lifting and curling over her strong back. Keen eyes moved around to those already gathered, his sons nowhere to be seen. The Dauntless grit his teeth together, ears flicking back slightly. Ktulu was not in sight either. Where were they all? Snorting, the massive warlord watched as the horses gathered offered their items to the tree.
We could give them the feather. Loretta spoke finally, tilting her head to the side and looking up to the behemoth. With furrowed brows, Archibald nodded and knelt down. The dragon-slayer placed her paws on his heavy shoulder, gripping the feather with her teeth. With Archibald's thick mess of mane the dog had to pull hard and for a few minutes, but finally it snapped free. Turning away as Archibald rose to his massive height once more, Loretta trotted toward the giving tree and placed the feather on a low branch.
[Archibald offers Rhoa's feather.]
Bury the darkness inside of you
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
please tag me
