let me hear you [invasion round one]

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let me hear you [invasion round one]

Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278

Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

Aodaun :: Polar Bear :: Terrorize Brit

#12

02-25-2013, 02:14 AM

They move as one, for they have always been one. They are a family, a unit, tied so deeply that they cannot be ripped apart. Among them she strides, a woman of power and grace with eyes of violet that survey everyone around her. She knows what lays on that horizon, and she hungers for it like a man starved for months. They march, and she glides between them like the mists that lie within her veins, the ones she wields so effortlessly to bring those around her to their knees. They do not tire, for though Ktulu is young she is wise, and knows when they need to stop. Excitement, eager anticipation thrums through her pillars. If her mistress had demanded it Lakota would have charged all the way there without one rest, for she is a faithful servant to a woman that had essentially changed her ways. The night is cool on her back, breezy but not harsh. Aodaun trotted, young and unwise, at her heels. He is scared and confused by everything around him, for Lakota is not one to be around so many others. He clings to their bond, and walks with pride that flows between the two. He may be young, but he knows what they intend to do in some way. Lakota still carried scars, faded as they were, from battles so similar to the one she approached. The multiple times her original homeland had devastated herds, claimed members and land alike with her leading them on with her crown gleaming. Then later when she had fought, unwanted as she was, for her Queen so long ago when she had tried to warn the peace maker of her ways. Lakota knew of battle and yet was not dissuaded, for gazing upon Ktulu and Ophelia, she knew that she would die for them.

They had a purpose.

The poisoner trusted every member that followed in the shadows. Nameless or faceless they may be, they were her family. She would press her back to them in an instant, would rip the throat from any soul that dared to hurt them. Pain was nothing in comparison to the force of her love for the ragged group she walked amongst. They halt as one, a slow motion that ripples from their leads to the very back. Intently they watch her, Ktulu, and in her words and stare Lakota senses the love for the Grey that they all hold. Violet eyes stare back at her when they meet as she walks along, a promise of victory within them. Lakota will fight until she is unable to walk, and even then she will never give in. Until the last cry has echoed over the hills, she will fight.

Others come. They speak words of venom, but it does not stir the anger or annoyance within her. They are afraid. They do not want to give up their home, but they are also aware of how weak their leadership is. They know, somewhere inside, that they have always been the weak link. But the pride, the love of their herdland, the instant hatred directed towards those who want to take it from them...Lakota understands that. She cannot hold that against them, for she has experienced that emotion many times. It is simply something she accepts, and she views them as equals on the battlefield. They are both fighting for love, for necessity. But she will not be merciful simply because of that.

From the skies come the others, on wings that are ironically angelic, a force of warriors that smell of sand and heat. The Dragon's Throat. Lakota stood as a silent force behind Ktulu and Ophelia. They both gleam beneath the moonlight, garnet and opal. They are her precious twins, just as Hotaru and Raeden are her precious twins. She is their servant, but they are her charges. Lakota would go to the grave loving those two sisters, and she feared that her own rage may overwhelm her out on that battlefield should either of them be harmed. Ao twisted uneasily between her legs, sensing her growing agitation and adrenaline. Kri is speaking then, and her heart is pounding in her ears. Ebony cloak fluttered about her hocks and shoulder, and she stares them down in the moonlight. So many whom she will likely never know. They all have stories, friends, experiences, reasons for why they stand there and prepare themselves for war. They all nurture a flame within their breasts, and if Lakota let her gaze mist over she could almost see the glow of a thousand firefly fires within each of them. It does not change the fact that she will fight, for she must. It is something she loves, battle. But this time there is emotion, reason behind it. She will fight for Ktulu. For Ophelia. For Phaedra, Raeden, Hotaru...Apollo, and Hototo. For Rafe, Osiris, and Archibald (the big lug he was). All around her she saw family, and within her heart she felt their pulses join with hers, and the roar of every soul she cherished swelled within her ears.

They were one. They were ready.

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