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05-11-2016, 05:09 PM
Unblinking eyes watch the colt— his lips part and he struggles, she can see it plainly on his face as short breaths puff out of his small, soft nostrils. He is but a child, and the mare had never felt another’s youth so acutely. She was a warrior, trained for battle and thrown into conquests. She was no nursemaid, she was not let near eggs or foals.
Her eyes strangely ached to blink, against the drying, billowing heat. So she did, but her gaze still caught the silent shake of Kahelo’s grey head in answer to her question. Her skin itched, it was so dry— and her mind itched to be away from whatever warm feeling was settling in her plated barrel. She was unused to such a sensation, it was alien to her, and she wanted to be rid of it (even if parts of it were pleasant enough).
Scaled skin that was now dried and ashen in the face of flames, twitched— and she curved her ridged neck to nip at her itchy flank with sharp teeth. The twinge of pain was welcome— pain she knew, she could react appropriately to pain.
Carefully swinging her bladed head back— it wouldn’t do to slice the child she just saved (saved?) from the pit— she studied him closely before speaking, “I need to return the sea, as cold as it is,” her webbed hooves began to move across the hard, hot stone floor. But she paused, looking over her shoulder at the colt, “Be more careful of where you stand, Kahelo,” her farewell was a word of warning— for the militant mare didn’t want the little tilefish falling into the fiery pit. In fact, she realized with surprise, she didn’t want anything bad happening to him.
She sighed, slowly ascending the hellish pit, cold wind already prodding her into a foul temper once again.
Her eyes strangely ached to blink, against the drying, billowing heat. So she did, but her gaze still caught the silent shake of Kahelo’s grey head in answer to her question. Her skin itched, it was so dry— and her mind itched to be away from whatever warm feeling was settling in her plated barrel. She was unused to such a sensation, it was alien to her, and she wanted to be rid of it (even if parts of it were pleasant enough).
Scaled skin that was now dried and ashen in the face of flames, twitched— and she curved her ridged neck to nip at her itchy flank with sharp teeth. The twinge of pain was welcome— pain she knew, she could react appropriately to pain.
Carefully swinging her bladed head back— it wouldn’t do to slice the child she just saved (saved?) from the pit— she studied him closely before speaking, “I need to return the sea, as cold as it is,” her webbed hooves began to move across the hard, hot stone floor. But she paused, looking over her shoulder at the colt, “Be more careful of where you stand, Kahelo,” her farewell was a word of warning— for the militant mare didn’t want the little tilefish falling into the fiery pit. In fact, she realized with surprise, she didn’t want anything bad happening to him.
She sighed, slowly ascending the hellish pit, cold wind already prodding her into a foul temper once again.
Aquila
ooc| I think we could fade it here? <3 it was a fun thread!
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