Chipped Shield

The constant buzz of wings and hooves would cover the forest range. This stream of working changelings had been going on for a week.

Pharynx was getting irritated by the progress they were making if you could only call it that. The workload consisted of three groups, one for hunting, one for exploration, and the last one for mapping. It was draining, to say the least, rationing made It harder to be effective and that wasn't taking into account the stupid power of "love". The word made his eye twitch in anger, his race was fearsome warriors! The devious kind that would make you think twice about trusting any creature, and yet somehow the power of love just threw them out of the castle. Anger boiled in his blood, that kind of injustice and disgrace was to be paid a thousand-fold.

But what put salt into the wound was the dire situation he and the hive were at. The morale was low, and the Queen was furiously drawing up plans and schemes, or so he was told. Like many generals, he was essentially told nothing of any ideas or plans she had in mind.

And while this was normal, today he was starting to get annoyed by the stonewalling. He knew confronting her was absolutely considered insane but his mind ached for some kind of information, some kind of reassurance that his loyalty and strength was going to be validated and acknowledged.

With a shaky hoof, he began to walk towards the small tent she was keeping herself in. Each step gained small sips of encouragement, maybe the Queen would understand some doubts he had.

Looking around, he let the images of his brothers and sisters being drained stick into his mind. This conversation was long overdue, and he needed to do this for his hive.

For the greater good.