And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying,
'Come and see.' and I saw.
***
One of the four beasts saying,
'Come and see.' and I saw.
***
Shrike and Raymond enjoyed a war-forged friendship, born of danegr and necessity when all that remained to push back the darkness around them was the darkness within them. The easy way in which they shared space had far less basis in personal familiarity than it did in an understanding of a common heartbeat and a common goal.
Perhaps the most he could say of Shrike's character was that it had nearly killed Calliope to lose her, but for Raymond the black unicorn's trust was as high of praise as anyone could ever hope to achieve.
It is like nothing I've known.
The red stallion smiled wryly. "That's politics. Everyone's still trying to destroy everyone else, they've just figured out a way to dress it up." This was his domain, the environment he'd cruised like a bullshark through ocean shallows until the day he met Calliope, but the more he waded through it the more he missed the places where everyone who wanted to kill you had sharp teeth and claws.
Something was bothering the painted mare; it stained her eyes with a subtle shadow, drew her gaze away. Raymond did not think it had anything to do with the strangeness of Novus culture, and her words confirmed as much.
His wry smile slipped into a frown. "It was...difficult for her, after that. Calliope cares deeply for you." That was an understatement if he'd ever heard one, but it was not his place to quantify their relationship. However, he could (and would) act on what the whole affair had nearly cost himself. "You should try to keep her close, if you can."
Perhaps the most he could say of Shrike's character was that it had nearly killed Calliope to lose her, but for Raymond the black unicorn's trust was as high of praise as anyone could ever hope to achieve.
It is like nothing I've known.
The red stallion smiled wryly. "That's politics. Everyone's still trying to destroy everyone else, they've just figured out a way to dress it up." This was his domain, the environment he'd cruised like a bullshark through ocean shallows until the day he met Calliope, but the more he waded through it the more he missed the places where everyone who wanted to kill you had sharp teeth and claws.
Something was bothering the painted mare; it stained her eyes with a subtle shadow, drew her gaze away. Raymond did not think it had anything to do with the strangeness of Novus culture, and her words confirmed as much.
His wry smile slipped into a frown. "It was...difficult for her, after that. Calliope cares deeply for you." That was an understatement if he'd ever heard one, but it was not his place to quantify their relationship. However, he could (and would) act on what the whole affair had nearly cost himself. "You should try to keep her close, if you can."
***
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
@Shrike
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