Ktulu
the Constrictor

"I missed you too, Ktulu."

The dark mare took a shaky breath and Eytan's caramel gaze was turned toward her face as a flurry of emotions ricocheted within his bonded's mind. Over and over he felt joy and sadness, anger and guilt, frustration and longing, each emotion more powerful than the last and threatening to cripple him along with the dark mare that held a piece of his soul. He whined and rubbed his face against Ktulu's leg, effectively breaking her from the trance that had come over her momentarily. Again, she blinked her crimson eyes but her gaze left Lakota and settled on Eytan and she lowered her muzzle to his head and breathed softly into his brown fur. He was strong and anchored her when emotion threatened to sweep her away.

When her head raised once more she saw that Lakota had moved a few steps closer, though she seemed to look unsure of her action and Aodaun looked like he was as uncomfortable as his bonded. Ktulu's bloody gaze didn't linger on the white bear very long before it returned to Lakota. Her gaze traced over the contours of the Poisoner's face, the curves of her lithe body, those slender legs and the Constrictor was brought back to the countless times that they had flirted harmlessly with one another. What was harmless then wasn't so harmless now, though. She ached to touch Lakota. She craved the feeling of the other mare's body against her own, longed for the peacefulness and completeness she felt when they were together. She wondered if Lakota felt it, too.

"This is a bit...well...I don't really know what to say I just...Life's really been different...without you."

Ktulu didn't know what to say, so she just gave a very slight nod of her head. Life had been different for her, as well. She had thought that she would feel a little lighter without the responsibility of so many lives hanging over her head and pressing down on her shoulders, but she felt heavy and useless. The Constrictor took in another shaky breath, not worried about how weak and pathetic she might look in front of Lakota. She was breaking more and more with each passing day that the Poisoner wasn't by her side and now with her standing there in front of her she felt like she was finally shattering into a million little pieces.

"Do you feel it?" She asked. "Incomplete?" Eytan whined once more and again rubbed his head on Ktulu's leg. At one point he had been enough for her to feel complete, but he wasn't anymore. Yes, he had a part of her soul, but Lakota had part of her heart and she couldn't live without it.

@[Lakota]