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03-01-2014, 12:42 PM
Breathing heavy, the girl flickers between alert and asleep, weary and worn by the force of the torment she has endured- emotional and physical, recent and old. From behind her tears she sees the world, dark and muddied and so very imperfect. There is a dragon on her back, chirping sweet concern; there is a gryphon to her front, tying something bright into her mane. The smell of her mother is strong on Kali, and it is all the girl can do to keep from sobbing harder, sobbing her realization as a black talon delicately secures the familiar purple flower behind her ear. No no no nonononoNO Refusal. Denial. Beneath the tears and snot is a terrible anger, a refusal to accept the truth in the sad blue eyes in the avian face. In the sympathetic chirp. In the flower she now wears. They tell a story that the filly can't read, won't read, because reading it would make it true. She looks away, her sobs now hiccups laced with bright, pointless rage- and finds another clouding her line of sight, a tall brown mare and... and.... She has never seen another kitsune before, but she recognizes it instantly, both for its painful similarities and aching differences from her own brother, her dear Natraj. Anger battles with renewed sorrow, and the surge of it all shocks the filly into still, makes her oblivious of the mare's kind words- though Kali turns her head up in response, and unleashes a series of concerned, questioning clicks and whistles. The girl's knees are bleeding, and her ribs stand strong against her orange side. She needs to get inside, but the gryphon is small and unable to lift her- will this mare help? And the other, another, winged and white. Rescue has come, and the hybrid rejoices; Help us she begs through the sounds of her kind, though she knows these two cannot hear. Help her. As for Tandavi: her shock is set, deep into her bones. Eyes flicker with pale recognition of Sohalia, who she met but once before the dark, but aside from that, outside of that, nothing stirs, merely a weary, whispered word. "No" [ @[Sohalia], @[Lena] Sorry for the wait D: ] Tandavi |
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