The Mad Seeress of the North chapter 7 preview, "Illusion’s Reality” and other crap, er stuff · 3:53pm Apr 13th, 2016
First I want to welcome April’s new followers of Hail King Sombra; NWRAlicorn, ScopeEva, PhoenixBlaz3 and _Marshmallow_. Thank you and all my followers so much for your support and encouragement in telling King Sombra’s tales – you mean the world to me!
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Now on to the previews –
Night Bomber’s Fate -
Night Bomber trudged dejectedly alongside the rest of the slaves as the crystal army advanced towards the Marazon Temple of the Moon, his shackles digging painfully into his hooves. He shifted his withers for the hundredth time to ease the heavy slave collar, it having already left a deep bruise around his neck.
He looked around. The weather had turned as foul as his mood, the evening's usually clean, white fog a dirty grey, even black...ominous. As Captain Iron Blade trotted past him, he called out, “Blade! Blade, please - “
The Captain slowed, came up to him and backhoofed him viciously across the muzzle. “You lost the privilege to call me that when you disobeyed mine and King Sombra's direct orders!”
“I know...master. I lost my head,” he rasped, his voice weak. His throat felt like he hadn't had water for a month, but it hadn't been that long.
Had it?
“Just give me another chance!” he begged.
Bonus preview:
His visitor settled himself at Sombra's side, gratefully accepting the glass of wine offered him. “I hate those damn rituals,” Blade muttered. “They are too violent for my tastes.” He took a long pull from the metal cup, refilling it from the flask.
Sombra was not for the first time, ever grateful for His friend's tact. By changing the subject, Blade was allowing Him time to bring up the subject when He was ready. “Then why do you let the Lieutenants engage in them?” He asked him point blank.
It was a tease. Sombra knew well why – it was more of a way to engage his Second's thinking on such matters. Iron Blade swirled the strong drink around in His cup before downing it and refilling a second time. “It makes them feel – privileged,” Blade answered anyway. “And I have hopes they will go easier on the mares when we capture them if our stallions blow off steam now.”
“That depends in part if the Marazons are in heat when that happens,” Sombra muttered, emptying his own glass.
“And how beautiful they are, of course,” Blade grinned.
“Very.”
“Eh?” His second-in-command did a double take Sombra missed as He stared into His empty cup.
Thanks for the preview. Can't wait to see the real deal.