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 Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:51 am
It had been some time since that day. That day that she lost everything in her control except for her foals and mate...and she was certain she had a firm grasp on them. The mare snorted as she paced her usual spot, wearing what little grass was there away. She paused only a few times, lost in thought every time and keeping an eye on her mate nearby. She knew he was devoted to her through and through...but as her children grew day by day she questioned their intentions.
Eventually Shamshir stopped her pacing completely and approached her mate to circle him instead. "The young ones are at 'play'..." she murmured, stopping briefly at her mate's side. "While we are here, standing idle and doing nothing. Where, Claymore? Where is my new army? Why have we not made another move to conquer this land?" She beckoned, moving around to face him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 11:43 am
 The great stallion watched in silence as his mate paced back and forth. She was agitated about something it appeared, and he could guess at what it might be. He shook his great head side to side as one over grown hoof pawed the earth. The grass beneath it tearing easily, it was the only way he outwardly showed his upset. He could still feel the stings of failure, in the eyes of his children, his mate, but deep in the depths of his locked heart he knew he had done the right thing.
They were being crushed, over thrown, and they would have lost in the end. They would have failed, and gone from him what have been that what he oh so secretly held so dear. Claymore gave a soft snort as he lifted his head to watch his love circle him. She was a fine piece of work, as beautiful as she was deadly. Her heart as dark as what any, a pride to her race, to her people.
The sharp questions stung a bit, like a sharp hoof to the haunch. Claymore knew why, he did in this case have some of the answers. It was not exactly fear that stilled him, yet at the same time... he shook his head. The sour tang of fear was what stilled him and he knew it. There was no denying it, but he was devoted to her. Fearful as he was, his one true weakness, losing her, he could deal with most other things but he could not lose her.
As she moved to face him he pulled his head back slightly before leaning forward to press his nose into her mane for a moment.
"We were waiting I believe. For the right moment to strike. They are still out looking for us. It would be suicide to build up now. We must have patience." He gave a soft sound before pulling back, having been speaking against her mane this whole time. "Though we could start gathering troops, we should make sure it is in secret. We do not want to draw too much attention to ourselves. Not yet."
If truth be told Claymore was not exactly dead set on conquering the land. He did it because he was dedicated, because her goals were his goals. Yet he was still reeling at the fact he had lost a great many that were important to him. His herd, his warriors, had been his pride and joy, to see that lost, to loose so much weighed heavy on his mind. He wanted to do it right this time, so that the next time they could not lose. Though he was unsure as to what was the 'right' way anymore. He needed to be sure, but he also knew that Shamshir would be unwilling to wait for very long.
"What is it you ask of me? Do you wish for me to gather up the start of a new herd?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 5:18 pm
Shamshir huffed slightly as she listened to him speak. She knew he was right. Every part of her knew and understood there were still some out looking for them, seeking to hunt them down. The mare huffed once more as she thought his words and question over. What did she want?
"I want our warriors back....and new blood...young, strong, swift...pure Kalona with good qualities for battle..." She murmured, moving forward to rest her head between his neck and wing. "I know you miss training." She hissed softly, closing her eyes to listen to him. She didn't mind the silence that followed. It allowed thoughts of taking the lands for themselves to run through her head. Thoughts of mighty kalona warriors charging forth under their rule. She even briefly imagined having some of their old 'brood' under her wing of leadership again.
"A new herd, crossing the skies, coloring the world black with the shadows of our wings and red with the pools of the enemy blood. Yes...that's what we need my love." Shamshir hissed again softly, enjoying the vision. "And our own children leading warriors of their own, raising more purebloods to pass on our strength."
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