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Archibald watched the female, body held in a dominant position. "You are still trespassing, whether the idea of destruction in coursing through you or not." Archibald spat, muscles tightening and quivering with the desire to attack. The beast took one step forward, mud slinging forward as his feathers twisted around his hooves. A spark went through his eyes as Delinne spoke of his mother. "Why do you seek to speak with an associate of the mare?" Even through his initial anger, Archibald was intrigued to hear what the lightning-marked mare had to say about his mother.
Archibald wondered if his mother was making enemies. Surely, if that was the case, she would have sought him out. It was Archibald's perpetual duty to keep the earth cleansed of his mother's enemies--he had done so with such ferocity his entire adult life. Archibald's eyes narrowed darkly to mask the speculation he was forming about his mother.
