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I looked up, having heard the whistling of wings in the wind. My ears go slack, features dropping in disappointment. For a second I'd believed it to be a bird, but this was much fatter— and uglier —than a bird. I wrinkle my nose, knowing well the familiar diseased form of a winged horse. This one has a streaming banner of red waving behind her. AS if that makes her any better. I lift a lip in disgust, letting it curl and the venom of my hate brew in my gut.
I gazed up at her, "what about this." I raise a brow, wondering why she's done this. I look back, hearing the sounds of lapping water. Does she also have magic? Who let something so inferior get such power? Bubble gum darkens, a seriousness befalling my features. Does she want to see more? I question, glancing up at the girl. Why? I eye the rock pile suspiciously, questioning what she means for me to do. Does she want me to shoot the rocks into the pool? My brow remains raised as I glance up at the ebony youth.
My nose wrinkles up at the sight of her thick body accented by large wings, swallowing the sky above my head. How dare she think she can go above me. I'm going to be a king one day, and when I am she's going to regret ever doing this. All of Mother's words pound through my head— her burning words of hatred against the other races. And this girl— she will see no kindness on my behalf. Even if she has granted me a target range, I will not let her gifts waver my disgust at the plagued maiden. "I don't need it." I speak bluntly, ears flat and brows narrowed. I speak firmly, reverting to the ungrateful brat my Mother would never allow in her presence.
I'd learned to hold my tongue around her, the bites along my cheek and neck are enough to show I'd learned— but that didn't mean I didn't let myself go when Mother wasn't around. It's a shame Sabre isn't here, we could be a mean team. But alas— she's probably off on her own adventures, or stuck being interrogated by Mother on my whereabouts. For now I'll stand my own to this disease ridden creature and show her what true power looks like.
"Talk."
I gazed up at her, "what about this." I raise a brow, wondering why she's done this. I look back, hearing the sounds of lapping water. Does she also have magic? Who let something so inferior get such power? Bubble gum darkens, a seriousness befalling my features. Does she want to see more? I question, glancing up at the girl. Why? I eye the rock pile suspiciously, questioning what she means for me to do. Does she want me to shoot the rocks into the pool? My brow remains raised as I glance up at the ebony youth.
My nose wrinkles up at the sight of her thick body accented by large wings, swallowing the sky above my head. How dare she think she can go above me. I'm going to be a king one day, and when I am she's going to regret ever doing this. All of Mother's words pound through my head— her burning words of hatred against the other races. And this girl— she will see no kindness on my behalf. Even if she has granted me a target range, I will not let her gifts waver my disgust at the plagued maiden. "I don't need it." I speak bluntly, ears flat and brows narrowed. I speak firmly, reverting to the ungrateful brat my Mother would never allow in her presence.
I'd learned to hold my tongue around her, the bites along my cheek and neck are enough to show I'd learned— but that didn't mean I didn't let myself go when Mother wasn't around. It's a shame Sabre isn't here, we could be a mean team. But alas— she's probably off on her own adventures, or stuck being interrogated by Mother on my whereabouts. For now I'll stand my own to this disease ridden creature and show her what true power looks like.
"Talk."
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