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12-01-2014, 04:58 PM
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The strength of a demi-god is proving to be weak. I stumble forward, through the icy tundra of the North, my eyes seeking out the tattered flesh of new bodies. Despite all our efforts, Tandavi, Caneo, and I were unable to find the murderer, to put a stop to these senseless killings. Now, frozen blood and chilled bones embrace the cold air, bodies twisted in a semblance of love. Looking from the slightly gleaming body of the mare, I know instantly. They were lovers, whatever else they were in life. A single tear creeps from my eyes as my solid bronze hooves gently step over the snow. The hoofprints of many other tell of just how many are struggling to find the assassin. The dusting of fresh powder speaks of how late I am to arrive. Amid the blood, I see tiny specklings of a different texture than snow. The glitter of icy flakes shimmers in the sunlight, but the soft pillowy flecks are... feathers? I drop my face closer to see the branches of the soft plumage. White feathers, sand, and black hair. In my chest, my heart clutches. I know someone who fits that description well. Too well. [ TANT --- Tandavi, Caneo, and Hototo ] |
