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06-04-2013, 01:49 PM
No. No, no, no, no, no. I just couldn't be. Ignita, the leader whom she had devoted herself most to was dead of natural causes after being kept prisoner by the World's Edge. No hatred was felt towards the giant herd, none at all, just the feeling of deep, painful grief. What would happen to the band of Assassins that she joined and continuously tried to expand? Would they all separate and perish? What would become of them with the new leader Tonka? Would he be able...No. Accalia remained loyal to the Assassins in hope of saving the one horse that had actually treated her with kindness, and treated her...equally. She thought about it over and over, until her mind couldn't deal with it. Throwing up her head in terrible grief, letting out an ear splitting wail, the fae collapsed by the motionless body, not caring if the World's Edge members saw her and imprisoned her. Yes, tonight was the night Accalia was going to rescue her, but it was now all in vain.
Tears started leaking from her red brown eyes, seeping into the ground. Sobs racked the fae's body, and dirt stained her knees. Leaning her head over the deceased leader she whispered few words. "May the gods be with you", as she continued bawling like a little filly again. Crying went against all of her rules. It was in her personality to stay strong, and to never let anything deter her, but Ignita, though they had met for a little bit, was extremely important to her. But what had her life become? Now thinking about it, Accalia knew that the Assassins were a band of unruly horses trying to seek a home. Had she really made the right decision joining them? Was it a good idea to anger herds even though you were against it? Sighing, her face still tear stained, she awaited for the others to come. Would she put up a fight? She almost didn't know any more. Was it worth being part of the Assassins anymore?
Tears started leaking from her red brown eyes, seeping into the ground. Sobs racked the fae's body, and dirt stained her knees. Leaning her head over the deceased leader she whispered few words. "May the gods be with you", as she continued bawling like a little filly again. Crying went against all of her rules. It was in her personality to stay strong, and to never let anything deter her, but Ignita, though they had met for a little bit, was extremely important to her. But what had her life become? Now thinking about it, Accalia knew that the Assassins were a band of unruly horses trying to seek a home. Had she really made the right decision joining them? Was it a good idea to anger herds even though you were against it? Sighing, her face still tear stained, she awaited for the others to come. Would she put up a fight? She almost didn't know any more. Was it worth being part of the Assassins anymore?
