#🏹 [ THE DRAIG BORNE ] - MAKARA

[hcadlesshuntcr]

A sudden wave of heat spreads across your surroundings, with an alarming and violent shake of the earth. The trees seem to quickly catch fire, and from a distance, you can see it: A Dragon.

Although it was one the huntsman has come to be familiar with his sister.

@littlemkara

You make out the distinct patterns of Makara's scales with the way they gleam in the sun. You expect she's coming to find you as she draws ever closer to the earth. That is until she opens her mouth, unleashing a mighty flame that leaves you having to shield your eyes. The brightness of her flames renders you blind. Blinking heavily as your vision returns, a path of once green forest is turned red in her wake. You are without words at the tremendous display of power.

It's not like her. Such meaningless destruction. That is more your speed. Something must be dreadfully wrong.

Already you take in a sprint after her, a flash of magic behind you as your sharp whistle pierces the air, calling Ruis to your side. He runs alongside you, before you manage to cling to the thick brindle coat of the dire wolf's back, steering him clear of the flames. As Makara's mighty wingspan blocks the overhead sun, you follow along as man and beast together, tucked away in her shadow.

"I'm comin', "Kara."

[hcadlesshuntcr]

You don't know that either. You simply speak from experience.

"It's rough an' course an' gets everywhere in yer teeth."

"If I eat sand, I'll be just fine."

[hcadlesshuntcr]

Makara had snuck into Eirnins tent, nudging him gently. She looked as if she'd been crying.

"I had a nightmare again. Bhaal was in it."

@littlemkara

You are easily awoke by the smaller, trembling form at your side. Already, your eyes are wide in alert, seeing her cheeks red and wet with tears. They double to the size of saucers at the mention of your father.

Your father, recently discovered in your mind. The God of Murder, a member of the Dead Three and the progenitor of all Bhaalspawn who are his children. Meaning you, and Makara. You could never see yourself past anything but a Godspawn of great pain and suffering, but you had dared to dream better for Makara. That she would not have to share your red stained hands.

"Yer alright now, 'Kara, yer with me. Bhaal's not 'ere." And you'll GUT that damned servant of his if he tries to make his way around now, as you hug your sister tightly. "Ye wanna stick with me fer the night? Talk about it some, maybe?

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