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 Chamber had came with the force of a tornado, leaving them with nothing but rubble to pick through. It would be a long, hard journey back to any semblance of normalcy. But vengeance if anything would fuel his desire to see it happen. For now, he had eternity to repair the damage. For now, he had anger at his back. For now, there was a fire in his belly to see some kind of justice served, though at present they were in no position to do so. But he had faith that they would rise above and come out the other side stronger than before. They may not have the fire power or overall strength of the Chamber, but they had something deeper, something that made them better as a whole. They had loyalty to not only their kingdoms, but to one another.
Seeing the Gates in her current state made his stomach clench painfully. He’d known the loss of a mother and a father, but this was more painful than that. It was like losing a child or a long time lover. Everywhere around him was destruction and the remnants of chaos. The scent of smoke burned his nostrils, though he’d painfully become accustomed to it. Today he made his way through the heart of the kingdom, feeling as comfortable in his deer form as he did in his horse form. His eyes were pulled to the remains of their tree, but he made a conscience effort to pull them away. There was nothing new to see there, and only a painful reminder of what he couldn’t stop. Ahead of him a group of horses gathered, and he raised his antlered head slightly, the deer instincts causing him to pause. Two he recognized, one he didn’t. A quick whiff separated her scent from the smoke; humidity, exotic plants, the tang of fruit. Amazon. Thanks to his sensitive hearing, he even caught a name on the breeze. Blowing softly he headed towards them, and finally came to a halt next to the little group. Smiling, he morphed into the gray stallion though he left the antlers atop his head. It wasn’t something he could hold for long, but it was a neat trick nonetheless. “Emmerly, Kronk. Please, come in Lyris. I’m Mast, king of the Gates. Or king of Ruin, as it is in the present.” he said, his tone bitter. She asked what had happened here, and for a moment he longed to spill the truth. But unsure of whether that was a good idea or not, he kept tight lipped. “We had a bit of trouble with a certain fire. But no matter now- what’s been done is done. How do the Amazons fair? Your new Khaleesi, Lagertha?” he asks, offering her a smile as he stepped to the side to allow her entry.
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