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01-10-2015, 09:43 PM
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Kahlua could not have been more proud of herself as Tandavi almost gushed her thanks. The queen lifted her head and smiled widely, proud of herself for having succeeded in this endeavor though she failed in others. It was a perfect day- she was learning and being helped, she was going to succeed in her quest it seemed. It was a perfect day, this is, until Natraj came crashing between them, tumbling from a game of play gone awry. At first, the queen did not understand what she was looking at. The little black boy was holding something- something long and tubular- so while he inspected the rock, she inspected what he held. When her eyes flashed over to Khan, who was still holding his half as he shook off the dirt he had acquired in his own tumultuous tumble backwards, she finally put it together- a snake. It was all that the painted woman could do not to burst into tears. Memories of Aurelia came flooding back to her- a different fiery sort of creature than the Fire Dancer before her. She closed her eyes to stop seeing the terror that was on the ground before her, her body quaking with fear and terror and distress, but it did not help. The blackness before her eyes turned to white and gold and feathers. It was Aurelia, screaming. Aurelia, attacking. Aurelia, destroying. And then there was Shilva, the innocent snake, reaching to bite her. Kahlua watched as though a third party observer as her hoof kicked out from instinct, the snake flying through the air, crashing to the ground, laying lifeless on the grass, the sounds of the waves beating against the cliff bottom heard faintly. Dead… and she had done it. She opened her eyes to stop seeing the horrors of her mind but it didn’t help. Moisture accumulated at the lower edges of her lids as her body continued to quack and quiver. She had thought she was over the terror of that day. She had thought that she had pushed the memory away, come to terms with the fact that it was an accident, but apparently there was a part of her soul that still mourned that day. She was a murderess, a terror, she reminded herself, stepping back as Natraj drug the glowing rock towards Tandavi. She hardly heard the mare’s thanks, eyes rolling wildly as she tried to find her basket and her own glowing rock. She had the sudden urge to leave, to run, to escape. She wasn’t even sure what she was escaping, she just knew that she had to go. So distracted as she was, she did not see Tandavi’s confusion from a different sort of emotional roller coaster. She saw only rocks and lava, waves of heat and shrines of gods. Where was her basket? She began to shift back and forth, head bobbing, body weaving as she felt metaphorical walls pressing down around her from all sides. She was trapped, being held in place, and she needed to go. Khan, having never felt such panic from the queen in all his short life, took suddenly to flight, leaving his half of the snake behind on the ground. Finally, her eyes fell on the basket and she all but bolted to it, gathering it up with force as it beat against her chest, probably leaving a bruise. “Mm Forry,” she choked out, her words muddied due to the lump that had grown in her throat and the handle of the basket that settled on top of her tongue. “Ah fine oo,” she barely managed then, as tears began flowing from her eyes. She had to go… she had to leave… she was choking, the oxygen being pulled from her lungs, but she had to run, so run she did. Explosively, she broke into a gallop, hooves placed carelessly as she raced down the stony bridge that led to the island. Sharp pain raced up her limbs as points were stabbed into her frogs and as her muscles were pulled on when limbs slipped. Still she ran- she had to escape. Tandavi had been her savior, but Natraj had become her nightmare. @[Tandavi] Here Comes The Sun |
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