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Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
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Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
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Posted on January 29, 2013 at 11:02:19 PM by el aran
She remembered, a long time ago, a young stallion with eyes that drowned her with their clarity, so deep and dark and promising. A mare was there, too, one with great big blotches of black and white all across her hide and a heart bigger than the sky.
El Aran stood and stared without seeing into the rippling water of the pool, her ears bent away from the rain that threatened to trickle in. Her head was lowered and her mane hung in thick, wet hanks from her black neck. With the rain having soaked through her coat, she almost appeared to shimmer as a full-blooded Akhal-Teke would on the rare moments the sun slipped through the clouds. The seer stood in the rain and let it pelt against her like tiny insistent teeth. It was unnatural, having three days straight of rain, and she was more than willing to blame the damned stallion for it. Her dreams had given her no answers. But she had been able to sleep, knowing that even if they were not on the best of terms, there was another set of eyes and ears to watch for danger. Renaissance might have an insufferably self-important attitude, but he was useful in that way at least. Perhaps in time, when he came to see how much of an asset she was to the herd, things between them would become less tense. One ear twitched to hear her son’s voice, and El Aran lifted her head to see Orhan sheltered beneath the rocky overhang that offered shade on the more typical days in the Desert. No doubt his golden coat was dry, though she couldn’t tell through the obscuring rain. His words were sensible. She would catch the shivers if she remained in the downpour for much longer. With a low sigh, the mare moved to join her son out of the rain. She gave his mane an affectionate tug as she settled herself beside him and said, "He has brought this change to us." Her disapproval was clear in her tone and the way her ears shifted backwards for a moment. She brought them forward with a flick, sending rainwater away from her. She wanted to give herself a good shake, but she refrained for Orhan’s sake. "Are you cold, sevgi?" el aran
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- dust becomes us all, in the end - By o r h a n January 31, 2013 at 10:18:10 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran February 9, 2013 at 05:15:28 AM
- dust becomes us all, in the end - By o r h a n February 13, 2013 at 05:15:27 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran February 15, 2013 at 11:25:51 PM
- dust becomes us all, in the end - By o r h a n February 19, 2013 at 06:14:15 PM
- [x] - By el aran February 23, 2013 at 08:23:44 PM
- dust becomes us all, in the end - By o r h a n February 19, 2013 at 06:14:15 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran February 15, 2013 at 11:25:51 PM
- dust becomes us all, in the end - By o r h a n February 13, 2013 at 05:15:27 PM
- the gods contend in vain - By el aran February 9, 2013 at 05:15:28 AM
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