Ktulu
the Constrictor

Was this what it felt like to be heartsick and lonely? To be perfectly honest Ktulu was not fond of the feeling and hadn't been able to shake it since she'd left the Foothills with Apollo and Lakota standing behind her. Part of her had hoped and even thought that when she left Lakota would follow her. She had promised to follow, hadn't she? It was taking a lot for her to get used to walking alone without that mare that had once been her poisoner. What was she now besides a memory living in a land that felt a million miles away?

Even Ranjiri was gone. Her daughter was almost a yearling and had decided to stay living in the Foothills for the time being and Ktulu wouldn't make her leave. She was glad that her daughter was independent and confident, but she missed her, too. Eytan spent less and less time in her presence because she was always sending him to the Foothills to shadow Ranjiri, Lakota, and Apollo. Whether or not she made his presence known she didn't know, but if he did at least they would know that she hadn't completely abandoned them.

And Midas. She didn't know what had happened to the General, but didn't blame him for not coming around after she'd thrown his affections back at him. Why? Because Midas could do much better than her and she knew it and had known it all along but hadn't had the heart to tell him to move on until she'd finally just had too much. He was too nice to her. Too good to her when she didn't deserve it. That coupled with the fact that they would never be together because of their combined stubbornness cemented her decision to cut ties.

Ktulu sighed, annoyed with herself for feeling the way she did and thinking about the ones that she wanted to forget about for just a little while so she would have some peace of mind. But there was no peace to be found, not even in the place that had been her and Ophelia's home when they had been orphaned. Her tail flicked as she moved slowly and purposelessly through the tall grass. What was there left to do in life? She'd led a group and failed, tried to find love and failed, tried to cement together a family and failed.

The Constrictor stopped at the edge of the river and stared down at her reflection, her ears tilting back against her head once more. Was that the face of failure? What had happened to all the potential she'd thought she'd had when she was a foal? What happened to the goals she had set in her life? They'd all been blown away by some unforeseen force and she was beginning to feel bitterness creep into her heart.

@[Lakota]