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02-08-2015, 01:50 AM
ISOPIA
And we came forth to contemplate the stars
And we came forth to contemplate the stars
Later perhaps Kahlua would learn certain things about the genetics of children born with the blood of Gods coursing through their veins. The child was to age much faster than others her age, which perhaps accounted for the lack of youthful ignorance and amusement. The girl had already grown out of being a child once her eyes had developed inside the womb.
Then again perhaps she wouldn't. The mother's of the female demi-children after all, had a habit of being absent.
But, having never been born before and not having any benchmark other than that which she was currently setting by which to judge her behavior, the girl merely continued as she was. Whatever shroud of weird and not quite right that seemed to linger on her blood splattered shoulder and her eyes hidden behind her white skull mask was completely unintentional.
The child blinked slowly in response to Kahlua's question, her request that the name she pick start with a K. Her ear ears fluttered slightly as her head titled inquisitively to the side, genuinely considering the proposal. She judged her mother to at least be mildly competent, and thus hoped that her request was substantiated by some sort of reasoning, yet she had no idea what that reasoning could be. The filly found herself searching for propositions to search as arguments but found that her already well-oiled mind was drastically empty.
Behind eyes rimmed by a bloody maroon, the girl exhaled. She had forgotten about eating, finding this exercise to be much more satisfying.
"Why?" She asked thoughtfully, although her tone continued to indicate that it was only out of mild curiosity, as if Kahlua would have to say something quite clever in order to change her mind. "What is your name?"
Mother certainly wouldn't do. The word 'Mother" merely validated the fact that 'Kahlua' was the female reproductive organ that facilitated her birth. She might as well call her milk-tits (or could anyways, once she discovered that was where her nourishment would come from). Speaking of reproductive organs - "And the male specimen?" She asked after a time. "What is he called?"
Perhaps this would shed light on why it was the painted queen wanted her name to begin with K. Perhaps she would learn that it was to facilitate future alliteration, or so that it would be easier to remember.
Was that the world she had been born into? One where grammatical intrigue or poor memory dictated what things ought to be called?
Then again perhaps she wouldn't. The mother's of the female demi-children after all, had a habit of being absent.
But, having never been born before and not having any benchmark other than that which she was currently setting by which to judge her behavior, the girl merely continued as she was. Whatever shroud of weird and not quite right that seemed to linger on her blood splattered shoulder and her eyes hidden behind her white skull mask was completely unintentional.
The child blinked slowly in response to Kahlua's question, her request that the name she pick start with a K. Her ear ears fluttered slightly as her head titled inquisitively to the side, genuinely considering the proposal. She judged her mother to at least be mildly competent, and thus hoped that her request was substantiated by some sort of reasoning, yet she had no idea what that reasoning could be. The filly found herself searching for propositions to search as arguments but found that her already well-oiled mind was drastically empty.
Behind eyes rimmed by a bloody maroon, the girl exhaled. She had forgotten about eating, finding this exercise to be much more satisfying.
"Why?" She asked thoughtfully, although her tone continued to indicate that it was only out of mild curiosity, as if Kahlua would have to say something quite clever in order to change her mind. "What is your name?"
Mother certainly wouldn't do. The word 'Mother" merely validated the fact that 'Kahlua' was the female reproductive organ that facilitated her birth. She might as well call her milk-tits (or could anyways, once she discovered that was where her nourishment would come from). Speaking of reproductive organs - "And the male specimen?" She asked after a time. "What is he called?"
Perhaps this would shed light on why it was the painted queen wanted her name to begin with K. Perhaps she would learn that it was to facilitate future alliteration, or so that it would be easier to remember.
Was that the world she had been born into? One where grammatical intrigue or poor memory dictated what things ought to be called?
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