Post by >>|Comanche|<< on Dec 24, 2005 0:50:19 GMT -5
Due to his position, his small amount of water powers had healed his leg rather quickly. As he arrived in his lands, the fire all around him was warm and welcoming. Easily he navigated the huge black boulders, coming to rest in a grove of tall, dead trees, surrounded by seemingly stone guards. The huge black brute jumped on a flat perch in the middle of the sullen forest, standing tall to look around from the view of the hill. No intruders that he could see. Letting himself slip gracefully off the boulder, he found a comfy throng of thickets, hidden in the smoldering shadow of the trees. Laying down, Comanche took another look around. Life as a God had advantages, but was also lonely. He longed silently for Aketi, his former queen, to come and be his goddess. He closed his eyes, and dreamed.
Fire. Everything burning. Waves. Fog. Earthquakes. Storms. Chaos. Horses running around, foals screaming for their mothers, lost in the frenzy. Dead lying everywhere. Horses falling for no reason. The Lords and Ladies trying to bring horses together. Gods and Goddesses watching helplessly. And two. Two horses, going around, healing them. He couldn't make them out. One seemed to be whitish, the other dark bay. He wanted to ask them how they did it. But then he woke up.
His eyes snapped open to the rising sun, and again he was sweating violently. Shaking, the brute found a small puddle, which he drank from, then tore the dead grass. The two healers. He would have to find out who they were.
Fire. Everything burning. Waves. Fog. Earthquakes. Storms. Chaos. Horses running around, foals screaming for their mothers, lost in the frenzy. Dead lying everywhere. Horses falling for no reason. The Lords and Ladies trying to bring horses together. Gods and Goddesses watching helplessly. And two. Two horses, going around, healing them. He couldn't make them out. One seemed to be whitish, the other dark bay. He wanted to ask them how they did it. But then he woke up.
His eyes snapped open to the rising sun, and again he was sweating violently. Shaking, the brute found a small puddle, which he drank from, then tore the dead grass. The two healers. He would have to find out who they were.