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01-14-2015, 11:37 PM
Tandavi I'll light a fire in your new shoes. She quickly becomes aware of three things: She is in enemy territory. She is the only non-unicorn there. Deimos is terrifying. Not in an obvious, malicious way. Not even in a fully palpable way. He is tall to be sure, but no taller than the girl; dark, but no darker than her mother; staunch, staring, intense of intent, but no more than many the child had known. No, the horror of Deimos is more nuanced than that, deeper, at least in her mind. His magic is oppressive, chokingly maroon, vibrantly citrus with a twist of rot; it sounds like a glacier and burns her lungs, stronger than nearly any she has encountered before. The girl has grown adept at filtering out power, taking it in stride- she barely notices Sacre's anymore. But she notices the Reaper's, and it makes her want to run. Instead she stands, steadfast, and begins to shake. It never occurred to her that she should encounter the Reaper on this expedition, and now more than ever she regrets opting to come along. She shuffles in the snow, grateful more than ever for the buoyant voice of Sacre, his gift for setting others at ease. She wishes she could curl against him, hide behind him, anything; she nearly jumps when Voodoo at last catches up, arriving at her golden hocks. For once, Natraj offers no comfort to his sister. He remembers their mother's tale of the Reaper, how he nearly killed both she and Kali when the took him as captive in an attempt to reclaim Mirage, just as clearly as she does. She swallows, hard. Pull yourself together. Now. Sacre has snatched away her opportunity for self-introduction, and even to a girl as short social skills as she, Hi, my mom kidnapped you seems an inept opener. A panicked laughter rises in her belly as she realizes Voodoo is the only one present who Rishima hasn't held captive at one point or another. Oh Sun God, fuck. Lungs fill up with frigid air as the girl takes a stabilizing breath, fighting her body, her mind, her fear. She feels like a wreck, useless- and makes herself look up, back into Deimos' gaze, because suddenly she realizes that looking like a cowardly fool in front of Sacre is a far worse fate than facing her fears. |
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