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Amaris
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Steam seemed to be rising from the earth - TallSun had not been gentle in its descent this season, it seemed the Sun Lord above them was feeling particularly scorchful as he took the throne for his equal share of the year. Idly, the dragonmare wondered if the other seasons would be so vengeful, so challenging in their temperaments - there was only one true way of discovering this, and that was to experience them, which she fully intended on doing - no more exploring the world, she hummed to her companion, Helovia's borders hold enough wonders within them anyway, surely? It was a prodding thought, a curious question that she flung to her little golden king, concern for his opinion causing a sudden flare of anxiety to quicken her heartrate and sharpen her mental acuity.
Helovia is home, came the smooth, melodic reply within her cranium, as the dragons flew side by side, covering land speedily with their high altitude. They would not stay this high for long, for the wind was too vicious to ride for too long, but it allowed them to traverse the realm without expending too much energy - and it helped to keep both their bodies exercised and their lungs fit. It would be impossible to converse normally at this altitude - their mental connection, their bond was their way of communicating while they travelled this way. Dramyrth was particularly pleased that he had his bonded all too himself - too busy with flying was she to call upon her magic that compelled the souls of passed dragons to her. They always forged a simple, pseud-bond with Amaris, and the little king was not a stranger to jealously when he knew he was not the sole object of her attention.
It was subtle, the changes in the land, but they knew when they were nearing the borders. It was as if the scent of magic on the air became thinner, as if the lands simply changed as they merged with whatever was beyond the borders. More land, more ocean, Dramyrth offered sardonically, while they made their slow descent back to the earth, no Helovia, he added helpfully, as if trying to answer the silent question Amaris did not even ask. She offered a smile, both mental and physical, to her beloved little king, as they navigated the airways, aiming to land somewhere on a clearing - there was no need to hang themselves upon a tree, after all. Just as Amaris' hooves touched down (while Dramyrth still circled above happily), a crashing, thrashing, fighting sound emanated from nearby.
Golden eyes snapped to the source of the kerfuffle, golden ears stood to attention. They watched as a pegasus rose just above the treeline, before crashing back down - what else they hear, see, smell?
Blood. It wasn't something one heard, but they certainly smelt it. With dragon's blood running through their her veins, Amaris was sensitive to it in a way a predator might be, she could identify to a degree whether the blood spilt might be to a deadly degree - but not on scent alone. With trepidation jarring her steps at first, she pressed on, Dramyrth circling lazily above her - clearly less concerned than she was. What she saw was no less than a massacre - a tiger laid, bent and broken upon the ground, a pegasus stallion leaned against a thick tree trunk nearby, a smaller pegasus belle cowered closer still, and a pale (gelding?) steed stood, demanding. Amaris does not know what went on, but she could guess - newcomers, wandering through the Threshold (but why were they on the ground when they have wings?), were ambushed by this great feline predator - and they survived by the only means possible - vanquishing it.
Amaris recalled legends of her own mother undertaking such acts in order to survive. This world is about survival of the fittest, and sometimes that means some must die to allow others to live. The dragonmare herself had killed in the past - mostly fish, occasionally a rabbit, to satiate her uncommon desire for flesh and blood. Dramyrth, being the carnivore that he was, hunted more regularly - they were not strangers to death with a purpose, and so they looked upon this scene with an impassive expression. There was no judgement, no scorn in her stare, only a vague understanding, a desire to know more about exactly what had happened mingled with a patient need to help these exhausted, injured strangers on their way.
"We need to help them," she announced, and stepped forward, eyeing the fallen carcass of the tiger carefully as she approached the injured pegasi (for the gelding seemed to be much like her - a new arrival to the scene, not complicit in the events that had just unfolded), hoping her gentle (yet firm) words and soothing posture communicated clearly enough that she meant no harm. "Come," she beckoned as she approached the mare, offering her bulk as a crutch for her to lean upon, hoping the gelding would do the same for the stallion. "They need water, to cleanse their wounds and stave off dehydration." We can try and get answers from them once we are sure they will live long enough to tell their tale.
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Toulouse Noah Nora
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
