HER BROW FURROWED as she watched the horses teaming together, straining against boulders and rubble. The dun filly had never felt that brand of force tug within her, one that would compel such action to rescue an authority figure. For family, she would dive in without question. But the elders of her tribe? Hell no, pompous assholes, she scoffed and flicked her head. Each soul was something different to every individual, and she assumed the masses had gathered to protect family, friends, and principles. Her eyes remained fixed on the cacophony across the clearing as Jaxis spoke of a bird filled with a clarion - and albeit oddly deep - voice.
“They’re strangers to me,” she replied noncommittally to the taller horse’s open-ended question. Hydra felt the pulse of this rendezvous growing weak, and Jaxis’ impatience was palpable. Her gut feeling was solidified as the horned one began to backtrack. Not one to overstay her welcome, she began to turn away in order to head deeper into the clearing.
“Well, thanks for the info. I’m going to go check it out before the fun dries up.” She bid adieu with a decorous smile and polite nod of her head. Languidly she walked towards the impromptu prison that these strange foreign gods had made, her curiosity having been piqued at the prospect of adventure.
“They’re strangers to me,” she replied noncommittally to the taller horse’s open-ended question. Hydra felt the pulse of this rendezvous growing weak, and Jaxis’ impatience was palpable. Her gut feeling was solidified as the horned one began to backtrack. Not one to overstay her welcome, she began to turn away in order to head deeper into the clearing.
“Well, thanks for the info. I’m going to go check it out before the fun dries up.” She bid adieu with a decorous smile and polite nod of her head. Languidly she walked towards the impromptu prison that these strange foreign gods had made, her curiosity having been piqued at the prospect of adventure.
H Y D R A
How the heavens they opened up
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain-washed histories well, we do not need to be told
Like arms of dazzling gold
With our rain-washed histories well, we do not need to be told
@Jaxis Closing post!
