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His hoof steps are the only sound in the otherwise vast emptiness of the colosseum but in his mind he hears the clash of weapons and the cries of battle. It is a lonely place. The stars burn like dying embers overhead, crisp and cold and faraway. Something heavy lingers in the air; a pregnant pause that will surely herald the fate of Solterra in the coming days.
He finds his spirit restless and agitated this night. He should be at peace--he has chosen his side. He has returned home to his people and to Avdotya. His purpose has been reinstilled and it is a wonderful, powerful joy that has driven and motivated him the past days. They have moved camp many times in the past few weeks, ushered by a sense of urgency and unrest.
What side of history will they fall on this time?
He contemplates these thoughts alone, finding he needed some space from his loud, fighting family. He had become so accustomed to a solitary existence at court--reentering the warmth and passion of the Davke has been all that he dreamed but it has also taken its toll in the form of overwhelming exhaustion and he finds solitude in the form of scouting. The responsibility of protecting his people weighs heavily on his shoulders tonight. He has been spying on the outskirts of the capitol in an effort to find poorly protected caravans but it has been so quiet as of late.
Too quiet.
Even the colosseum is quiet. Quiet and empty. A great basin left to erode in the desert wind and collect what precious little rain fell might fall from the heavens. |
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@Teiran
03-14-2019, 07:31 PM
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