Emotions are heavy in the night air, the moon glinting off of the sisters as one pleaded and one raged. Pain, anger, and raw emotion began taking over the strong, beautiful Arvakl while Adelis stayed coward on the earth, awaiting an ungodly beating. Instead, the doll could feel only the rush of sliced wind as a cold hoof cut through the air and the dull vibration of the hard stamp. With eyes pinched shut, nostrils pinched and chin tucked into her thin breast, the brutt could only hold her breath. Her flesh crawled with cold bumps and her blood felt thick as it pulsed quickly through her body.

      The threat that seemed to make the cool air stand still was nothing that she hadn't heard before, but once the trembling bag of bones found her running eyes on her sibling, that deep sense of fear twisted her stomach into knots. Arvakl - standing tall with what seemed to be a permanent scowl carved onto her face, muscles highlighted in deep red in the bright Orangemoon - was shaking uncontrollably, her breath visible against the cold air.

      Emerald eyes met artic blue, the intensity Adelis could feel - has always felt under the watch of her sister and mother alike - felt like hot blades bore into unsuspecting flesh, but she could shy away no more than she already has. Instead her breathing returns, rapid and pained while her heart beats in her ears and in her legs. The antlered doe, confused and frightened, only wishes to curl up under the gold-tipped wings of the man that had saved her only days before. To feel the warmth of that strange sand that he seemed to have control over while she was weak.

      With words and only rage and the stale taste of a venomous threat left on her sister's delicate heart, the plush-winged female turned on her heels. The leaking rust in the form of light shimmering off of a healthy body helps the pained mare disappear into the night, her hoof beats quickly replaced with the bat of massive wings. She leaves the sobbing, unworthy sister behind. Alone and hot, the brutt falls to her side, her entire body throbbing as her heart beats wildly, sending thin blood every which way as quickly as it can. In between sucking in the cold air and choking of hot saliva, small squeaks would escape as she tried to call for her father..

      Her father that she has left for dead. The one that she has killed. Emptiness grappled her small throat, it's tight grip cutting off her air as she choked in the silence of the night.

"Speech"
@[Arvakl]