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08-20-2013, 07:12 AM
How long had he been in the lands? He had arrived with the foals, and he hadn't seen this coming - or had he? Was this not the very reason why his sister had asked him to venture south with the youth of their blood? To defend the borders of the Throat in the event that the Basin attempted an attack while the Edge was unaware, and unable to help them. Well, that was why Maskan was here. He had rested as much as he was able, a few hours by the lake of the Oasis to rehydrate, a few hours of restless sleep to recover from the journey south. The pillar of fire seemed to burn in his vision even when his eyelids closed, and he dreamt of bizarre, uncomfortable things, of demons with spears stabbing all those he loved. When he woke, he immediately travelled to the borders, after ensuring those he was charged with protecting were safe. On his journey to the edges of the Throat, to the unfinished wall, he heard the warriors of the Throat being roused too, and he knew what had come. He moved into a ground devouring trot then, his strides long and extended, getting used to the sandy ground beneath him. The pillar of fire was far behind him now, it was moonlight and stars he relied on to spy an enemy. Born in lands of eternal midnight, and in a desert no less, it was a strange sense of déjà vu for the stallion, as he summoned an opponent to dare face him. [263 words. 0/4 posts. Maskan awaits an opponent on the borders of the Throat, the unfinished wall is not in sight, the pillar of fire faraway in the distance behind him.] |
