12-14-2015, 03:05 PM
fall on your knees…oh hear the angel voices
The time was drawing near. He could feel it in the heat of the summer winds, hear it whispering through the heavy boughs of the oak trees. Even the deer were more skittish than usual, preferring to linger in the depths of the forest rather than lounging about in the clearings. The gray king himself was more on guard, more serious an brooding than he had ever been in his life. He had, hopefully, done all that he could do, but there was always that seed of doubt struggling to take root in the back of his mind. All that was left was the finalization of plans and drawing the proverbial line in the sand.
The Gates had been quiet as of late, and Mast could only think that it was the calm before the storm. Of course their numbers were still swelling, but this was a different quiet. There was little laughter to be heard, though there were plenty of serious voices. What laughter could be hear was tense and crisp, as if the one laughing was afraid to break the somber mood. Because of the quiet it wasn’t hard for him to hear the mares call, causing him to raise his head sharply and push his fine muzzle into the wind. If he guessed correctly, this was a visit he had been waiting on. So without further ado he cantered to the kingdoms border, the ever-present antlers atop his gray head. It doesn’t take him long to see the visiting party, so he slows himself to a walk. “Lagertha, it’s a pleasure.” he said, his voice genuine and warm. Dipping his head he greeted the other amazons in turn. “Welcome to the Gates. I’m Mast. What can we do for you ladies?” he asked, though it was perfunctory. He knew (or at least had a good guess) as to why they were here. And he could only wait patiently and hope that they brought good news.
M A S T
King of Heavens Gates