ARAXES
TENDER HEART
The lands of Arma would regrow, over time, but it didn't erase the fresh memory in her mind. The flash of fire, the scent of burning wood and flesh, the crunch of ashes underfoot that came from the trees and the animals that had simply existed, and had died for it. Denocte was without a regime now, but they were not lost. Oddly enough, they were together even more than they had been when the regime had stood at the head. They were supposed to guide them, not isolate them, hide them away, tear families apart, threaten their own people with a dragon that loomed over the pass, ready to attack anyone leaving.
The thoughts made her uneasy still. She recalled attempting to get past the gates, to no avail. Seeing the dragon looming in the distance.
Araxes also recalled calling out the regime, attempting to get their attention more than once. As council, she thought her voice would be heard, but it had not. No. They had retreated instead to their comfort, as if they had done nothing wrong, and ignored the cries of their people.
Bitterness coated her tongue at the thought, and she frowned, unable to push it all away. She would not stand for it, for this. They were gone now, but their betrayal, the attack on their own people, would be something to be remembered. Something to grow from, as well. Denocte deserved better and she would fight for those she called her people, tooth and nail, if she had to.
The ear-winged woman took in a breath, releasing it as she stood in the depths of the now empty court, finding it.. oddly peaceful, but lonesome all the same. They needed a regime, and she had no doubt they would soon.
The click clack of hooves caused the speckled mare to turn curiously, her mane bunched on her neck in a massive bun, held out of the way of dragging on the floor. "Hello," she spoke, flicking ears forward curiously.
The thoughts made her uneasy still. She recalled attempting to get past the gates, to no avail. Seeing the dragon looming in the distance.
Araxes also recalled calling out the regime, attempting to get their attention more than once. As council, she thought her voice would be heard, but it had not. No. They had retreated instead to their comfort, as if they had done nothing wrong, and ignored the cries of their people.
Bitterness coated her tongue at the thought, and she frowned, unable to push it all away. She would not stand for it, for this. They were gone now, but their betrayal, the attack on their own people, would be something to be remembered. Something to grow from, as well. Denocte deserved better and she would fight for those she called her people, tooth and nail, if she had to.
The ear-winged woman took in a breath, releasing it as she stood in the depths of the now empty court, finding it.. oddly peaceful, but lonesome all the same. They needed a regime, and she had no doubt they would soon.
The click clack of hooves caused the speckled mare to turn curiously, her mane bunched on her neck in a massive bun, held out of the way of dragging on the floor. "Hello," she spoke, flicking ears forward curiously.
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