what the fuck did I say?

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what the fuck did I say?

Rikyn the Puppeteer Posts: 549

Aurora Basin Lord atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 4 HP: 70 | Buff: SWIFT

Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie

04-05-2017, 04:42 PM

ЯIKYN

So, when giant letters flash across the heavens in shining, silvery white, its hard not to notice – especially when one of those words is your name.

Stopping dead in my tracks from where I’d been returning up the path on my way home, I stare opened mouth at the life changing, literal beacon. Duir, equally astounded, is the first to break the silence which grows between us, his sunlight and rain dampened forest voice blooming to mind: there was no one else?

Usually, I’d be offended, but today, the pressure of the ever-cool stone in between my shoulder and armor is obnoxiously obvious as I stare at the words writ in the sky.

Seriously, I concur, deciding, some seconds later, that I should probably stop standing here like a moron, and, I don’t know, be dignified or something. Drawing up thoughts of Uncle Deimos (silent, and stoic – not really me, you know?) and my horrible mother (let’s just use that as the not that way model), I’m left with some in between semblance of either. Lifting my head, and setting what I hope to be my best hoof forward, now I understand completely the worry that had creased Erebos’ brow as he’d talked of his new position, as General.

Sure, I’d been given charge of the spies, but… that was fun, really, and they were all older than me, and didn’t need that much leading, to be perfectly honest. Besides, I’d done all that business on my own, when I was out there, in the woods. This job, however, was different; if I fucked up, as the sky so verifiably warned me, it would be my fault the mountain was blown to the Moon and back, or whatever fate befell a land at the hands of a really pissed off God.

Here goes nothing, I think to myself, walking into the Basin for the first time as Lord, rather than simply a misplaced prince, or youthful Thief.

Oh Gods, Duir mutters between us, following after me.

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