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yael
A lover of the light, the good witch, the Great Mother - they can call her whatever they want, and she will come without hesitation or judgement.
It would be foolish to deny that Beloved’s squeals are music to her now-scaled ears, the fear and confusion in her tormentor’s eyes more satisfying than the coldest water on a dry and dusty throat. Her revenge need not be bloody or violent. Her Hunter can keep her life (though it may be kinder - and wiser - if she were to rid the world of that special kind of crazy), and know somewhere deep within, wherever she hides things she cannot bear to admit, that the Mouse is forever safe. There won’t be a next time for this pair, unless they meet upon the battlefield. The white mare would have to have truly lost it, to want to go up against a dragon’s sharp talons and clickety-clackety teeth, to tempt the fire that bubbles up from her belly, to risk a spiny tail - all because a poor little mouse got away?
But as Yael well knows, insanity is unpredictable. It… takes that which should never be taken, crushing newborn heads into white-gold sand, spreading blood until it sinks down, down, into the dunes. The smell of afterbirth and death invaded every corner of their kingdom that day - on that day, the skies wept along with her.
And here it is - again. A curse she can never escape.
A feeble attempt is made to chase Beloved away, but never draws close enough to swat at the retreating hindquarters. After listening to make sure that the mare truly did flee (and wasn’t coming back), dragon-Yael turns and spreads her moonlight-colored, black-taloned wings, powerful hindquarters propelling her into the sky. She wobbles a bit at first, but soon finds the familiar feeling in the muscles. How long had it been since she’d assumed this form? Months? Half a year?
Goddamn it’s good to be back. Even if it’s on a much smaller scale.
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
live by love, though the stars walk backwards
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Force and magic allowed, no death please
