I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music do you?
The sky is on fire this evening he thought. The reds and oranges, swirling in the yellows. He was atop a ridge, in the form of the whitetail deer. He’d become accustomed to this form now, comfortable even. In this form his sense are heightened beyond that of even his equine form. He sighs a contented sigh, settling in for the night as the sky goes wild with color.
And then the scent of smoke reaches his nostrils, just as the screams reach his ears.
He is startled from his reverie, and for a moment he fights the deer instincts to run far, far away. He swallows hard, choking down that fear, even as the other woodland creatures around him begin to flee. Closing his eyes he shifts back into his usual self, though the antlers atop his head remain. Perhaps it is a consequence of his lack of attention or something else more deeply seeded. With a scream of rage he plunges forward, pushing his legs beyond the speed they were meant to sustain. His lungs burn from smoke and excursion but still he runs. Sweat streaks his body as he crashed through the forest, not pausing as briars pull at his skin or branches tangle in his mane and tail. He runs harder than he’s ever done before, for nothing has ever mattered as much as this moment.
Finally he breaks from the forest, and his heart stops at what he sees. The Mother Tree alight, and Chamber horses in their midst and others sneaking back through the trees. From no where a monsoon breaks from the sky, and the rain is that of a cleansing nature, bringing him to his senses. Something deep within him tells him the rain is not sinister, not the making of the bastards currently pillaging his home. But the Mother Tree is still smoking, burnt to a crisp and pitiful looking. He rears, his eyes flashing with a rage he’d never felt. How dare they? How dare they stomp into his kingdom, steal his queen? It was absurd, and clearly there were personal issues embroiled within their kingdom ones. He comes to a halt in the fray, staring wide eyed and the mess they’d left in their wake. Two of the chamberlings disappear into thin air, and Mast wonders for a moment if Jason is amongst them. There was magic coming from somewhere, and thankfully it seemed to be on their side. “Thank you…” he thinks quickly, his eyes sweeping over the area. It would appear the children had fled, thank God, leaving just him and a few chamber bastards, as well as Kronk and Rapscallion. He recognizes one amongst the chamberlings, a face from the past. He’d known then that the bastard was no good, had felt the evil that oozed from his pores. “What in the ever loving fuck?” he growled, lowering his impressive antlered head slightly. “You’ve taken what you came for, have you not? Fiasko is gone. Weed, was it? I remember you from years ago. I pegged you for someone who had more ambition than to pick on a fledgling kingdom with a small army. Don’t you think your talents would be better served elsewhere? You‘ve got nothing more to prove here.” he says, tilting his head. He isn’t a hostage negotiator by any means, and he knows that he’ll have to do damage control after the flames (literal and figurative) have died down. But for now, he simply wants them to leave. He wants them gone, and to never return. Then, and only then, could they start to put together the remains of their home.
M A S T
ooc- if everyone wants to end it here, that's fine. if not, that's fine too...i just wanted to get something up from mast
