She turned to face her guardian, her companion. Her eyes are cold and hard, sharp words resounding in her head. There will be no returning to the Foothills. Ktulu had lost all respect Hotaru had once held for her. She had kept her words quiet, her disruption as small as she could, and the leader she had idolized gifted her with the cruel dismissal before all of the herd members, in a spotlight she had not deserved with how she’d gone about her goodbyes. If she returned, it would be to topple Ktulu from her throne of righteousness, to spit on her and show her just what she thought of her. Anger flashed in her mismatched orbs, no longer hidden behind her pale moonlight locks. Tingal is within her vision.

They must train. She is young, too young to hold any real position in a herd, but she cares not. Hotaru has suffered much in her youth, she is far older than her body portrays. Fight me. It is not a request, a question. It is a statement, a demand. She doesn’t want to feel this numbness, this simmering betrayal. He is far larger than her, but life has been larger than her for many seasons. Unequal as it may seem, she is fearless, she is prepared for the pain. The bigger they are, the harder they fall after all. He will fall like the giant he is. Beauty will slay the beast with a heart of gold, her own hard and dirty like coal. She tried to place her heart in the hands of others, and all it did was stain and taint them with darkness, and they would drop it and rush to try and remove the blackness she’d infected them with.

Face to face, standing upon the pale white beach illuminated by the moon’s glow, she lets her emotions drip like honey to the rough particles, becomes hollow. There is no other way to continue on, to live. It is all she knows. She lunges forward without warning, using her shorter stature to aim her wicked horn towards Tingal’s right shoulder and chest area, slowed by the sand and chilled by the air off the ocean, but warming as she began to move. Now, all she knows is battle. She refuses to listen to her heart, to face the conflicted mess of emotions tangled within her thin breast.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

@[Tingal]
Word Count: 414
Attack: 1/4
Defense: 0/1
Notes: I hate starting -___- meh