09-03-2016, 05:40 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
The gathering attracts more and more of them. They all bear the same sad and somewhat terrified countenance. There are several among them that he has never seen, though they smell strongly of his lost lover. None offer any real words of encouragement, especially Topsail who was now completely without means of communication. The male can’t say he will miss those intrusions into his brain, but a completely silent leader was even worse. Does he feel sorry for her? It’s hard to tell, maybe he just feels sorry in general.
There are those that would argue that the individuals collected here were what constituted the Valley. He knew better. The horses came and went, the Valley was a constant. Now they were nothing. A band of misfits looking for a place to call home. But it was more than a home or a kingdom that the beast needed. He needed his mistress. He would settle for nothing less. But there was something telling him deep in the back of his brain that he would need these gathered souls for that purpose. And so he stays.
The mare, Cress, offers him her name and he nods though his thoughts are elsewhere. He forgets to offer his name in return. She speaks of finding the remaining Valley members and this confounds him. There are already more here than he had met within the Valley’s borders. Where had they been lurking? But now they speak of moving on, where they go from here. It is so difficult to think of, he had just hours ago been harboring the seeds of his lover’s soul in his very DNA but now it was all gone - washed away. His eyes sting.
But he cannot remain silent. He must move into action or he will surely lose his game (He must convince himself that it is all just a part of her plan, her lovingly concocted game to entice him and lure him in further). He forces himself to stand upright and address them. “We must rebuild. If we can manage to gain a land then we can work towards regaining our power. If we regain our power, we can recreate the Valley.” His bloodshot eyes come to rest on Eight as he speaks. Ultimately this might come down to their power combined if they can manage to recapture it from the detestable mountain. “We will need as many recruits as we can get. Use whatever means necessary.” There were no other kingdoms to compete with for fresh blood, but surely their previous members were just as keen on rebuilding as they were. It would be a battle.
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