Born of graves
And Left below
And Left below
What had driven him to aid the Regent, he knew not, but within a shattering heartbeat he became oh so glad he had done so. The stallion was pathetic, struggling and writhing, mewling like a newborn brat, but it was what he said in his weakened, delirious state that had Ammon's ears flicking back, his attention snagged. Make it dark like the Void. And, from his apparent Regent, no less. Such ominous words, from such an important man... The raven would mull over them later, hoard each word like precious gems. His head turned, brushing the Regent's skin in an attempt to comfort, though his eyes remained hollow and his mind speculating in apathy to the wretched man's state. "Be still, mine lord, the King shalt wait for thine health be of far more import."
Yet he had not taken but the first turn in the hall towards the infirmary before he was face-to-face with a shorter, squat stallion and some sort of hellish wolf that snarled and bared it's teeth at him. Ammon's silken ears flattened to his skull, and with a simple flick of his head he so passively reminded the wolf of what he bore on his skull, a silent warning. The shorter man, reeking of sour scents that almost made the stag gag, leapt forward, chattering rapidly in alarm, and Ammon shifted his weight, annoyance crossing his features. "Thou shalt move and let us pass, if thou wishes for thine Regent's health. It doth take a blind man to see his illness, and perhaps thou shouldst wait for thine answers and be more pressed with assuring the halls are clear for our passage." He let the faintest threads of scorn color his voice, expression finally showing something as a furrowed frown crossed his carved features.
Then he allowed his voice to soften. "I understand he doth be thine boon companion, thine friend, but thou waste time and possibly his life with thine questions. They can wait, we must make haste." With that, the ebony stag pushed past the wolf, rolling his eyes to give it one final, warning look before he moved on past, once more planting each hoof solidly, rapidly but gently, using what his ilk had been bred for to avoid jostling the Regent.
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