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Author: >>Ciara<< |
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Date Posted: 20:12:21 11/05/04 Fri In reply to: The Sundancer 's message, "Ranking" on 14:54:27 10/24/04 Sun A critical eye passed over every equine that entered the arena, and over each one, Ciara shook her head. A warhorse was what she searched for, and she did not find any satisfactory mount in any of those that had passed. White was too obvious for her, black a little better, yet he would stand out in a lighter landscape. Roan or any hue of brown was the only hue she would accept, unless she had come across an equine with such personality that it did not matter what hue it was. As half her brain sized up each horse, the other half reflected on other things. She had come to the arena in hopes that she could replace her former warhorse, who had passed on in the last battle, bravely taking the arrow that had been meant for her beloved mistress. Ironically, her mare had been named Arrow, killed by her namesake. No horse would ever replace her place in Ciara’s heart, but that did not mean she had no need for another, and there was always the possibility that it too, might burrow its way and find a place in her memory and love. She always had had a love for animals. But how had she found the time, being war advisor, to actually make such a visit to the arena? Quiet. Summarily, that was what ruled the Amazonian tribes for this moment. The great women warriors were having a period of peace that was welcome by all, no less by Ciara herself. And yet, an excess of a good thing is generally unhealthy as well, and the war advisor felt herself growing restless and bored, bereft of much to do. Of course, boredom did not equal to idleness for her, she would not allow it, and had eagerly used this golden opportunity to hone her skills to a more deadly level, concentrating especially on sword work, which she disliked, but which she knew needed to be mastered anyway. Speaking of golden opportunity, a powerful creature caught her eye, made her focus all attention on it, its vibrant life and energy imprisoned by man’s cage. The breath caught in her throat at the apparently restful appearance of the feline, a tiger, no doubt, but she had never seen that beautiful hue upon any other tiger’s pelt before. She almost growled out loud when she saw the evidence of whipping, and smiled slightly, sardonically. Despite the benign position the tiger now presented everyone, she could see something contrary with it, subtle, but evident in the lines of the body, the depth of its eyes. Did they think to beat out the strong will of one such creature? It was evident that he was born to freedom, and had the wish to live in freedom. The signs of the whip only added to his aura of danger, further intensified with the wariness in which those men kept wary watch on the feline. Pity for any other beast in that circumstance was for her swept away by admiration and awe for the tiger, to have managed to instil this fear in not one, but six men, and have clung with tenacity onto his inner fire until now, despite the hardships that he had obviously been through. Ciara’s exterior boasted of a proud, aloof, and hard woman, but the truth only she realised was that, however hard she tried to deny it, there dwelled a decidedly soft core in the midst of all this hardness, which had grown about this softness like an indomitable wall to protect what lay within. This softness had got her into untold situations before, and it reached out to her heart now, gentle, but persistent in its prompting. Inwardly, she sighed and shook her head in resignedly, offering up a prayer to the gods that she would leave this crossing of paths with all of her limbs intact, if a little scratched up. Firebrand, she had heard was the name of the tiger, and her blue stones almost visibly shrank, as did she, at the mention of the price. 190 bronze coins? Her income was at this moment sadly low, and this purchase would leave her decidedly poorer. Defiantly, she inhaled a deep breath. What did she need currency for when she would be able to survive, no matter what she had? Simplistic lifestyle that she lead only required clothing, shelter, food and water, and she knew how to obtain these things. Why be stingy with what one had? Firebrand was never meant to be put in a cage, and she feared for him, as well as the next purchaser, and their short relationship together. It would be best if he were released, as she hoped to do if it were possible. It would be throwing 190 bronze coins to the wind, she knew, but never mind about that right now. Finally, she raised her hand, calling out in her customary sonorous voice, that rang out alto-low and loud throughout the arena, “NINE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY BLUE STONES” There would be no mention of bronze coins with her, those were only meant for lowly Hittites and Greeks, never for the superior Amazons, as she thought of her tribe. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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