Mercy

the Rift

[PRIVATE] Mercy

Iskra Posts: 79

Dragon's Throat Colt

Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year

Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu

#11

04-09-2017, 12:19 AM

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

Iskra was poised in front of her still, stiff with tension, but still with defiance. Yet the more he argued, the longer he watched, the less he saw of his mother. Something ugly settled upon her, or maybe it was always inside of her and it just now broke out onto the surface, but it was there all the same. Her very features took on a new light, heavily shadowed and creased, and she seemed like a different horse altogether for all her smug condescension and outrageous wrath. Slowly, but surely, Iskra's ears sank to his head and his tail tucked against his rump. His body was shrinking somehow, pulling into itself tighter, on the defensive but also submissive as he made himself small and unassuming. His feathers were so tight the shafts poked into his skin, and his teeth were grit so hard his jaw began to hurt.

Aside from how Ampere was speaking to him, it was also what she was saying that tore into him. At some point he started to cry, but he didn't even notice until his cheeks grew hot and moist, and that realization seemed to strike him even harder, causing a strangled sob to burst from his chest and set his lips to quiver. That she disregarded Squishy so carelessly, as if his older brother Zekle hadn't purposefully set the golem in his care, was crushing. That she accused him of ruining the egg's life by taking it, and that she, the most selfish horse he'd ever met, had the audacity to label him as such was a lash across his back (and his heart).

Yet her words he could endure, even her hideous transformation he could withstand, but as she moved to become physical, teeth and hooves reaching out for him, Iskra yelped and screamed. He stumbled back, wings flared in fright, the only saving grace to his balance, "NO MOM!". She lunged and her teeth snapped just beside him, her exhale hot and stale against his nape, pungent with liquor and regret. "I HATE YOU!" he screeched as he spun out from under her, turning, tears glinting off his cheeks with the movement. He reached furiously with his feet for the sand, sprinting off with all the speed he could muster, wanting nothing but distance between them.

Iskra

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

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