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10-10-2016, 01:43 PM
Kiada
the truth is what i make of it
The booming voice of Deimos rang out overhead, distracting the already distracted child. Seeking out her brother, coming up empty, telling her parents in a frenzy and they merely wanted her to lay beside them? She snorted to her parents, turning her ink dipped head up to her current King – the one that truly rang power over the child. Her brows knitted together, Khairi squawking a bit to capture attention toward the ebony stone statue that ruled over the lands. Quickly, her gaze danced around the crowd hoping to find that solitude mirrored face of her own. A soft sigh slipped past her lips, shaking her head and pushing back the tears that threatened to fall at the outcome of missing a piece of her soul.
“We recently held a recruiting contest in attempts to encourage others to join our herd.” Snow rimmed ears tipped forward, listening and sniffling back the burning sensation in her throat as she listened, remembering the competitive streak that filled her mind after the herd meeting where the King had suggested it. She listened quietly, almost anxiously, wondering if her efforts had been noticed despite not bringing anyone back home to live with them. Her gaze flickered down briefly, trailing across the reflected stone upon her home.
“Our winner is Kiada.” Khairi chirped to her, pressing the side of his face into her neck as if it would help soothe the troublesome event of her brother missing out on this. Her head lifted up, flames flickering from elephants into birds lifting into the sky. Surprise laced her every movement. She looked back toward her mother and father, knowing that she had won the contest and the fact that they might have disapproved of her adventures should now be lost as they looked upon a champion. The sadness still welled in her chest, but she did her best to suppress it – sniffling slightly as she moved from beyond the group of her parents intertwined. Kiada followed the slight trail the Reaper had made, offering him a small sad smile across her pink splotched lips as she bowed to him. “Thank you.” Her voice was quiet, but rang strong amid the shakiness she felt in her composure.
"Talk."
THANK YOUU <3
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
