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02-27-2014, 12:19 AM
COIKA
dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Elsa’s laughter rang through the crisp air and felt like electricity to Coika’s bones. She quaked, confused. Unicorn. Pegasus. What on earth was this mare on about? She returned her feet to the ground, but still stared with uncertainty at Nato. Her head lowered as she shook her body with a sigh. She pawed at the ground nervously, then returned to a poised stance.
”You’re all mad,” she declared matter-of-factly. For now, she felt safe enough. She couldn’t help but to tease, ”That horn do anything other than goring?” Her eyes flickered but could not be read, and tail slapped impatiently. Her weight shifted subtly as the mare prepared to dodge, if by any chance she’d offended the stallion.
Elsa seemed intent on removing Coika from the likes of the Threshhold, and the way she spoke made her wonder if this had all been an elaborate plan between Elsa and Nato. It didn’t matter at this point. If the two had been working together, they had Coika in their grasp. Who was she to argue?
Caves. Well, wouldn’t that be delightful? Caves had always offered the best shelter in Coika’s experience. But, from the sound of it, Elsa had been held captive in a cave. While she rather liked the idea of finding a cave – it’s what she’d been looking for to begin with – she recalled Elsa mentioning someplace warmer. Warmth would be just as welcome as a cave. The mare returned to Elsa’s side. She turned slightly to watch Nato, nodding her head, beckoning him to join them. She knew he could be a great ally, and didn’t wish to dismiss him just yet.
In her peripheral, Nato’s form was blurred. Coika no longer saw Nato, but her fallen comrade – Ero’s bloodied face in his last moments. Tension rose in the mare, and flashbacks came. She was standing over Ero, assaulting him with her hooves, biting and smashing against him in a panic. Say something! Ero, say something, you ass! But he was motionless, crimson pouring onto his jet black cloak. Her body quaked visibly with the memory that was being relived in her head. Indeed, the wounds that pained the mare the most were not physical. This pain was ever-present, and the blurred sight of Nato amplified the pain. As her desperation grew in her memory, her outward panic became more apparent. Lids clenched shut over glazed globes like fists holding tight to air before she burst.
She flung around, ears pinned against her head. ”Say something!” the mare cried out angrily as her eyes opened back up to the here-and-now. No Ero, just Nato. Her demeanor quieted; calm cloaked her once more. She stepped back and attempted to wedge herself beneath Elsa’s wing. Her gaze never strayed from Nato, desperation for him to stay evident.
@[Nato] @[Elsa]
"talkie talkie talkie"
nothing scares me anymore
