09-27-2016, 07:55 PM
Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
Things were changing in the strangest way. One day he is a battle-hardened warrior with unmatched deadly grace and fatal form. And now...
Akkadian bent his neck and pushed at the girl's ribs as they continued their journey, giving her a firm shove. It was not done maliciously, but it was clear he didn't know his own strength with a child so small. The first time he'd done it back at the den was to confirm she could stand strong on her own. She'd held solid, her eyes glittering with defiance. Now he did it for fun, it was amusing trying to knock her over.
But he also did it to build her strength. Like a game with a purpose.
He led them to a stop when they drew deeper into the field. He'd been here once before, when the kingdoms had reigned. The grasses were tall, grasping at his legs and tickling his belly. The rich black infant at his side nearly disappeared in the brush. The tall blades curved and danced around her as if she were a prowling lioness. He carefully tucked her into a dense patch to better hide her from prying eyes, before stepping into the open, an obsidian beacon against a bright morning sky.
Stay low. I'll be just here, he said gently. He knew better than some how dangerous the world could be, and didn't dare take a chance on the girl coming to harm. Perhaps it was not quite so dangerous in these lands, but old habits and all that.
He scanned the horizon, raising his nose to test the air. It was a useless gesture. There were far too many strange scents here of so many bodies passing through. It was the place people went to find homes, after all, and with the kingdoms no more, there were far more around without a land to protect them than the last time he'd been here.
The stallion's loud whinny carried through the air like a javelin to a marked target, confident and sure. He avoided looking in the child's direction so as not to draw attention to her. She was under his protection now, and it was time he found a land to settle in and better keep her safe.
Akkadian bent his neck and pushed at the girl's ribs as they continued their journey, giving her a firm shove. It was not done maliciously, but it was clear he didn't know his own strength with a child so small. The first time he'd done it back at the den was to confirm she could stand strong on her own. She'd held solid, her eyes glittering with defiance. Now he did it for fun, it was amusing trying to knock her over.
But he also did it to build her strength. Like a game with a purpose.
He led them to a stop when they drew deeper into the field. He'd been here once before, when the kingdoms had reigned. The grasses were tall, grasping at his legs and tickling his belly. The rich black infant at his side nearly disappeared in the brush. The tall blades curved and danced around her as if she were a prowling lioness. He carefully tucked her into a dense patch to better hide her from prying eyes, before stepping into the open, an obsidian beacon against a bright morning sky.
Stay low. I'll be just here, he said gently. He knew better than some how dangerous the world could be, and didn't dare take a chance on the girl coming to harm. Perhaps it was not quite so dangerous in these lands, but old habits and all that.
He scanned the horizon, raising his nose to test the air. It was a useless gesture. There were far too many strange scents here of so many bodies passing through. It was the place people went to find homes, after all, and with the kingdoms no more, there were far more around without a land to protect them than the last time he'd been here.
The stallion's loud whinny carried through the air like a javelin to a marked target, confident and sure. He avoided looking in the child's direction so as not to draw attention to her. She was under his protection now, and it was time he found a land to settle in and better keep her safe.