Nikita Valesta - Pegasus the Unbound

Pegasus hated being summonded. Like Nikita He was free, unbondable and wild. Nikita looked at herself. She had become awfully tame as of late. Like a little lapdog did she follow people around, blind and stupid and with her tongue lolling out, doing nothing but sitting there with her wagging tail, waiting for the next order or word of praise...
NO!
She snarled. She was not like that. She looked at herself again, and in the mirror, she saw not a tailwagging lapdog, but the narrowed, unnerving and mismatched glare of a wild spirit. With the ghostly pale proad patch of hair running from above her left, clouded eye, down over her scalp - the jagged line where Wyld Ligntning had claimed her life, but she had refused to die. Luna had granted her strength to survive, to get back up and ripping through the CHUD God, but the wyld lightning had scarred her. She bore her scar proudly. She had fought a God and won.
She had done her share of kills and every kill she had done had been dedicated to the Black Winged horse, the Warsteed, Pegasus' black feathers. Now she was on the prowl. She'd only have untill daybreak to find him. She had reached inside herself and called His name, and as she felt an answer, she started running in the direction the reply came from. One did not summon Pegasus, one called and may be granted His pressence... to think otherwise was folly.

In the umbral glade with the pond, the place where she had sought solitude before. There she found Him. His eyes were like flaming embers and his coat the darkness that blinds after you stare into a bonfire in the night. With wings feathered by razor blades and hooves like diamond, He looked at her as she approached. She did not bow, she did not submit. She was trembling but she held her head high, proud, never subdued.

"Father" it was the first word that came across her lips. It had taken her more than a few attempts to still her racing heart enough that she could speak even that word. Though she knew Him and knew that she had served him, she still felt His rage, pulsating around Him like a black shroud, and being even close to His majestic pressence nearly took her breath away.
"I have served you in the years that has passed. I have claimed lives to protect Your daughters. I have clain the scum that has threatned the wilderness and I have learned the stories that have sparked the wild revels of the Mothers Vengence." as she spoke, her words became more fluid and she felt the tug of rage as passion took over, letting her remember the battle prayers she had murmured, the oorolath she had killed to protect Hailie and Europa, the poachers she had smitten and the long nights with Calypso, listening to the galliards stories about their tribe, their shared ancestry.
Raigsing to Glabro, she reached into the pocket on her quiver where she kept the spare bowstrings. She took out the one... the one bowstring that had snapped while she had ripped arrows down over the battlefield in the final showdown with Bone Thirst, the battle that had claimed Europa's life. She tied it together in a loop and pressented it to Pegasus' blackfeathered avatar.
She felt the rage, the impatience of the wild creature and she knew that she had to be fast.
"Teach me to Command the spirits and in return I give you this. The bowstring that snapped and cost a shot, a shot that might have saved Stone's Vigil's life. I give you a promise that never shall I command any true child of Pegasus. Never shall I abuse this gift. and every time I go to battle, I will call Your name, let You see through my eyes as I wreck Your vengance upon the beasts of this world and the other." okay... that was maybe a bit overshot... Pegasus might have settled for less, but she did not have time to bargain and she did not want to test the patience of the most fearsome aspect of Pegasus she had ever faced.
He looked at her, studied her while she stood still and strong, and then she felt a tiny change in the rage radiating from him... it was pride. He stepped forwards and she kneeled down, tieing the bound bowstring around his hoof and as she touched her leg, she felt a flash of burning knowledge.
Standing up again, she looked into His eyes and her heart almost burst wiht pride and joy as she reached out, placing her hand on the side of His head. She felt Him. She felt His infinite wisdom behind the rage, and there was a nugget just for her.

When the sun rose, he took wings and as the night fled, he safeguarded it on the sharpfeathered wings. Nikita breathed freely and fell to her knees. Facing Pegasus was always special, and touching His fur always filled her with endless joy... and He had granted her a mighty gift, and with that, she was closer to fulfilling her challenge