08-26-2016, 05:45 PM
the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.
Fucking Larken.
The spotted mare fumes as she patrols the border, mind still turning over the conversation she’d had with her sister just that morning. She hadn’t seen her younger sister for a number of weeks, and when she’d finally been able to track Larken down (she’d assumed correctly that the mare had been avoiding her), she’d spotted a new change in her sister. To be specific, she’d spotted the swelling belly so characteristic of pregnancy.
“Fuck.” She mutters under her breath as she rounds another rubber tree. Larken is, well and truly, the last creature that should be getting pregnant at the moment. Her sister is … well, not the most careful or responsible of creatures. She spends most of her days avoiding Lexa and the slightest hint of kingdom duties, and destroying remote parts of the Jungle when the mood strikes her. Not good qualities in a mare who will soon give birth to a tiny, fragile foal.
Her mind rolls over options, considering all the possible paths ahead. She’s probably going to have to help Larken, take the child under her proverbial wing when her sister goes off on one of her wanders. It won’t exactly teach her sister anything, but … this is a child she’s talking about. She can’t use a child as a lesson.
She’s still grumbling away when something powerful suddenly lights up the Jungle canopy. She pauses, power instantly in her grasp. Magic of some kind is at work, that much is certain - it’s never this bright under the thick, leafy trees.
The Jungle creatures notice the disruption too, and the macaws and monkeys set up an almost deafening cacophony of sound that is somehow eclipsed by a loud male voice calling out. Lexa finally manages to catch a scent, and in a fit of caution pulls carbon from the earth to form armour before heading to the border.
When she finally arrives she’s pleased to see that Riva has beaten her there, and she gives the mare a friendly nudge before turning to face their visitor. And oh, what a visitor.
If she’d been interested in stallions she no doubt she would have found him attractive. All gold and palest white, with a faintly glowing aura, the stranger is what many would consider to be a fine specimen of a stallion. As it is, she’s at least impressed, and his appearance niggles at a faint memory of conversations with Lagertha about their allies. Tiphon, once king of the Dale and father of the current king, is said to have a most … ‘angelic’ appearance. And this stallion is the closest thing to angelic she’s ever seen.
She releases her armour (the carbon crumbling to dark flakes at her feet) but does not release her power. While she has her suspicions as to who the stallion is, these suspicions are not confirmed, and it would be foolish for her to not be at least cautious. “Hello, I am Lexa. What brings you to the Amazons?”
The spotted mare fumes as she patrols the border, mind still turning over the conversation she’d had with her sister just that morning. She hadn’t seen her younger sister for a number of weeks, and when she’d finally been able to track Larken down (she’d assumed correctly that the mare had been avoiding her), she’d spotted a new change in her sister. To be specific, she’d spotted the swelling belly so characteristic of pregnancy.
“Fuck.” She mutters under her breath as she rounds another rubber tree. Larken is, well and truly, the last creature that should be getting pregnant at the moment. Her sister is … well, not the most careful or responsible of creatures. She spends most of her days avoiding Lexa and the slightest hint of kingdom duties, and destroying remote parts of the Jungle when the mood strikes her. Not good qualities in a mare who will soon give birth to a tiny, fragile foal.
Her mind rolls over options, considering all the possible paths ahead. She’s probably going to have to help Larken, take the child under her proverbial wing when her sister goes off on one of her wanders. It won’t exactly teach her sister anything, but … this is a child she’s talking about. She can’t use a child as a lesson.
She’s still grumbling away when something powerful suddenly lights up the Jungle canopy. She pauses, power instantly in her grasp. Magic of some kind is at work, that much is certain - it’s never this bright under the thick, leafy trees.
The Jungle creatures notice the disruption too, and the macaws and monkeys set up an almost deafening cacophony of sound that is somehow eclipsed by a loud male voice calling out. Lexa finally manages to catch a scent, and in a fit of caution pulls carbon from the earth to form armour before heading to the border.
When she finally arrives she’s pleased to see that Riva has beaten her there, and she gives the mare a friendly nudge before turning to face their visitor. And oh, what a visitor.
If she’d been interested in stallions she no doubt she would have found him attractive. All gold and palest white, with a faintly glowing aura, the stranger is what many would consider to be a fine specimen of a stallion. As it is, she’s at least impressed, and his appearance niggles at a faint memory of conversations with Lagertha about their allies. Tiphon, once king of the Dale and father of the current king, is said to have a most … ‘angelic’ appearance. And this stallion is the closest thing to angelic she’s ever seen.
She releases her armour (the carbon crumbling to dark flakes at her feet) but does not release her power. While she has her suspicions as to who the stallion is, these suspicions are not confirmed, and it would be foolish for her to not be at least cautious. “Hello, I am Lexa. What brings you to the Amazons?”
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