Post by Ehrendi on Feb 12, 2018 5:16:37 GMT -6
MADOKA
Talori Agriculturist
The draw of the ocean was a powerful one and for six or so months Madoka had no way of answering that call. Ignoring it felt as though he was slowly sawing his own leg off. Madoka braved the Wilds regularly. He had fought with a Hydra and lived to tell the tale, he had travelled to the depths of the ocean, searching shipwrecks and managing to fight off the mysterious creatures that lived there. He had been through a lot that could be considered hard, and any lesser of a stallion might have buckled under the weight of it all. But this, this was different. Whenever the easterly breeze blew the salty air of the sea towards them Madoka would feel the yearning deep within him and like a pull that would only grow stronger as the night grew on. There were times where he feared it would never end, and others he was more than ready to take on the Flock even by himself if he had to. He endured the relentless badgering of the Flock members who held them captive, had managed to hold his tongue and keep control of his anger even as he watched the less fortunate die by their hands. These months had been long and he had been ready to retaliate long before the Guardians had come to him with their ideas on how to end it. He had been waiting for this moment, the moment of their freedom for what felt like an eternity and now, it was here.
It was bittersweet in the end. Madoka stared at the Emperor's skewered body, feeling the air escape his lungs and his anger, like an old friend, return to him. He scrunched up his nose, flattening his ears to the cries of both victory and sorrow from everyone around him. Perhaps it was shock that made him react the way he did, or perhaps the long months had finally, inevitably caught up on him and crashed down upon him like a wave. Either way he was not sorry, sure he felt the loss just as everyone else did, but he still believed the Emperor shouldn't have been there. The fool. Madoka didn't remember leaving the castle, but with his duty being fulfilled, regardless of the results, Madoka was ready to take his reward.
The sea had never stopped beckoning to him and now that he knew he had the freedom - sweet, beautiful freedom - to do so, Madoka couldn't imagine anything else. He was only faintly aware of the growing pain in his shoulder or the limp in his step as he headed towards his one true escape.
It was bittersweet in the end. Madoka stared at the Emperor's skewered body, feeling the air escape his lungs and his anger, like an old friend, return to him. He scrunched up his nose, flattening his ears to the cries of both victory and sorrow from everyone around him. Perhaps it was shock that made him react the way he did, or perhaps the long months had finally, inevitably caught up on him and crashed down upon him like a wave. Either way he was not sorry, sure he felt the loss just as everyone else did, but he still believed the Emperor shouldn't have been there. The fool. Madoka didn't remember leaving the castle, but with his duty being fulfilled, regardless of the results, Madoka was ready to take his reward.
The sea had never stopped beckoning to him and now that he knew he had the freedom - sweet, beautiful freedom - to do so, Madoka couldn't imagine anything else. He was only faintly aware of the growing pain in his shoulder or the limp in his step as he headed towards his one true escape.
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