09-05-2016, 11:25 AM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
He did not miss his abilities as much as others. His powers were directly linked with his passions, which with the loss of the greater of the two the other had quieted as well. Without the Valley, he had no desire to use his abilities (yes, he had used them to impress the ladies as well, but without his mistress his lusts were quelled for now). Perhaps if he had them now he could use them to assist him in regaining his beloved, but that was not certain. So he does not lament their passing as vehemently as he does the magician’s loss. Perhaps if Eight had retained his power, they would not be homeless now.
But that was not what the fairy wanted. She wanted them to suffer. She wanted them to wander about and contemplate their misery.
The stallion before him speaks and confirms the beast’s assumptions. Gunsynd nods. He, too, had seen things like this on a much smaller scale. But this utter devastation was unheard of. Unthinkable. Ashely continues, speaking of a war and a prison of stone. The male’s interest is piqued by this - what could merit such a punishment? Whatever it had been, the stallion has some respect for anyone who could endure such a fate.
He notes Ashley’s condescending glance at the mountain that almost mirrors those he has been shooting at the geological wonder lately. He knows it is the seat of the fairy’s power where she sits like a jealous god lording over them. A god that would never have his devotion. “We seem to be mere playthings, subject to the whims of a inattentive child.” He adds half-heartedly.
And then the male inquires about his home and that now-familiar pang of nausea stirs in his gut. His lover, how he longed for her. The pain was obvious in his eyes. “The Valley will forever be my home, even if I must rebuild her from the dust of this destruction.” He was a dedicated subject, it could never be argued. But the once-magician continues and his words take on an air of reassurance. Despite himself, he feels some anxiety fall off of his body because of it. “I can only hope that you are right. But what of you? Where did you call home before you were entombed?”
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