The Sentinels the mordant liquor of tears

tachy out! o7

tachyon had remained cowed, his broad muzzle pointed towards the earth. it seemed no more lashings would be issued from blue willow and carefully he looked up at the dissenting faces in the crowd. lasher's words stung with finality and tachyon dared not defy him. he rose with his tail between his legs and threaded past the various faces of his comrades, making his way back towards his outpost he had carefully carved in front of deirdre's den. he would sleep fitfully, worried both for the safety of his leader and for the safety of those in donnelaith's realm.