Mercy

[PRIVATE] Mercy

Iskra Posts: 79

Dragon's Throat Colt

Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year

Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu

02-25-2017, 09:59 PM

When there's madness, when there's poison in your head
When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed

Even before that first word left her mouth, Iskra could see a change in his mother. He wasn't sure exactly why though, even if he understood what it was, and so his smile faltered, but didn't completely fade. He had no idea it was him, that it was his prize, that drew the storm racing upon her features - brought the terrible darkness into her eyes. Iskra was accustomed to being ignored by her, he was used to grief welling in her when she beheld him, hell he was even a little familiar with the sharp cut of her anger.

Iskra did not recognize this hatred though.

"Wh-what," he began, the confused query hanging in the space she left after her first, startling "no". The happy crest feathers behind his ears shrunk down, folding back over each other, while his eyebrows curled wearily over his gaze, transforming the happy spark of his eyes into the endless, soulful depths of the sea. Her voice slammed back against him however, unrelenting, and he pulled tighter into himself, wings taut against his sides as his smile not entirely fizzled out into a wrinkled frown.

His name screamed from her lips with such rancor that he took a shuddering step back. His ears fell flat against his neck, and his eyes shimmered as they widened, fearful and still so lost. His tail and his rump feathers tucked, his body curved in and crouched down, trying to shrink, to escape, to avoid. This wasn't fun.

Still, he instinctively loomed over his egg, protecting it, though he'd never imagine his mom would pose a threat.

Her body seemed to rattle with the force of her outrage - he had no idea it was a sloppy failure of standing, a testament to the poison she willingly took. It frightened him though, and quickly his magic snapped the egg up and tucked it back into the crook of his wing as she continued to shout. Her eyes were cruel upon him, tracing this movement with a snake's intensity, and he took another cautious step back, but she only seemed to loom forward for that.

"B-b-but why!?" he cried out, frantic to understand.

Iskra

I will hold you in the depths of your despair
And it's all in the name of love

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