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07-28-2013, 03:20 AM
The call of their general echoed around them, the summons, the notification, the gentle request for company. It caused their ears to twirl atop matching skulls, mismatched blazes tilting this way and that as eyes of a deep vibrant sunset turned and saw - darkness. It was all enveloping, consuming everything around them. They were not afraid of the darkness, nor what it hid, for they were confident that they were likely to be the biggest and nastyess things that could hide in the darkness. They were born into darkness, after all, though those lands at least had a moon in the sky. The stars led their way now - stars that glowed all around them, like friendly beacons welcoming the warriors home from a hard day's work. Frankly, they didn't trust them one bit, for the stars were perfectly capable of leading outcasts and intruders to their home. But for the most part, they were grateful for the strange lights' assistance in this deep, dark, endless night. Crimson flecked limbs moved with footsteps muffled by years of hiding their existence from others, their battle hardened bodices easily navigating the lands they now knew quite well. It was almost easier for them to travel with their eyes shut, such was their confidence. "Hail, WingLeader." Maskan's deep, curt tones cut through the darkness, as the raven black steeds pulled themselves towards their dark, formidable general, and his small, emerald reptilian friend. "Evening, Destrier." Madyrn's deep, gravely tones concurred smoothly, as they approached him at equal speed and pace, bowing their crowns down to equal height, and pausing their motions at equal distances. It was uncanny how they synchronised so easily, so naturally, as if they had done it all their lives - which they had. Together, they had lived this life, and together, they would continue to live, and probably to die. Though that would be never if they had any say about it. "Were you lonely?" A wry grin had curved the lips of the brother who was named for the flame but behaved more like the subtle shadow. "Never fear, we'll chase the solitude away." Madyrn's tones rumbled, his voice edged with good humoured laughter, eyes crinkling around the edges as they considered the black WingLeader before them. "Maskan speak." "Madyrn speak. |
