then the time of trouble commences

Ezekiel de le Poer · 05-02-2012, 10:39 AM

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Viggo had barely been wounded in these attacks, but oh was his blood hot. Ezekiel watched him prance and chase around the other horses, looming protectively over the mares. The arrival of his offspring likely had something to do with it—the little golden filly was a crowning achievement in Ezekiel’s eyes, and he was pleased by how sturdy she seemed. Even the reddish colt looked strong, though his mother was much leaner than Oblak. He wondered if Myrika’s mare had dropped yet, and on this whim, summoned Viggo from his endless watching. While it was likely not far off, he also wished to see Kaena, and Halo, and the twins who were not half so small anymore.

He rode west, giving the stallion his head and allowing him to run. There was something freeing about riding something so powerful, and Ezekiel gave into the moment of adrenaline. It was different than combat, different than the whole of this terrible war. They had nearly made it to the Village when a wolf’s howl cut across the land and the Aquila drew Viggo to a short stop. The stallion snorted, foaming, and whinnied loudly. If it was an attack, he wanted to go—that much one could see even without knowing his tongue.

It was not, however; the tone was different and an attacker would never be so foolish as to announce themselves. Ezekiel turned him towards the sound and let the stallion run, charging west and across the dirt trail well-worn by constant patrols. He slowed only as the shapes grew in the distance; three of them, horses, and the distinctive smell of Sirius’ pack trailed from them. Salsola, here? Setting his jaw, Ezekiel began to close the distance between them.

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