i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
He doesn't need directions to The Chamber. It is ingrained in his heart and soul, molded into the very fiber of his being. His heart beat for it, his lungs expanded for it, his body bled for it. Born there, died there, resurrected there, served there. He has done it all within her borders, hidden amongst the shadows and rocks and fog that lingered over every corner. It is more than his home. It it bigger than his sense of duty. Being one of the few left who had seen The Chamber through all of her changes...it was his birth right.
His pace changes as he nears her borders. He shrugs off the slow ambling walk, replacing it with a gallop he rarely used outside of war. It is a powerful thing, and he feels like a spring that has come uncoiled. All around him the forest comes to life, and his wolfish senses allow him to hear everything from his own rushing blood to the heartbeat of a startled squirrel roused from its tree. Despite the season, sweat slicks his blue-black hide, accenting the muscles that even time hasn't withered. With a shake of his handsome head he charges faster, pushing through the shadows and into the nigjt. A wolf howl leaves his mouth as he answers the new queen, the eerie call taking up the airspace around him and moving through the trees. That call contains many unsaid words, the most important of which are "I'm Back." Perhaps, in his own way, hes never even left.
With his nose pushed into the wind and the great gulps of air being sucked in, it doesn't take him long to find her. They had met in The Meadow, and perhaps years before that. Relics, the both of them, but unchanged at their very core. Throwing his haunches down into the soil he grinds to a halt, stopping only slightly before launching himself into a rear. He makes a fine picture, that ancient black stallion with golden eyes and a heart full of fire. Shadowmere looks every bit a queen, and he can't find it in himself to be jealous of her crown. "We meet again. I'm sure you can find some use for me. The Chamber and I, we go way back. Warship. General several times over." he says with a smirk that makes the gold in his eyes dance. Thunder rumbles in the sky, and lightning flashes in the clouds. A storm is gathering on the horizon, as if The Chamber herself is waking angrily from her years-long slumber. It a promise of violence in the name of rebirth, and he can think of nothing more fitting for the kingdom he has loved for so long. She has been a sleeping giant.
Sleeping giants never stay sleeping for long. It only takes one reckless soul to poke the beast with a stick. They are those souls, and The Chamber is that beast.
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