Her long ivory tail swayed in irritation from left to right, mirroring the swing of her tiger striped hips as she wandered in a apathetic tread through the jumble of bamboo. Once in a while her eyes scanned the scene again, intrigued by it and updating her possible status on where in heaven she might be. The green stems stretched above her and became her path, became her clouds. The concept was very easy, very straightforward. She liked it.
Clack
The sound of slamming teeth vibrated once again through her body when she had turned her head to bite at the bugs that flew around her brewing hide, bubbling as if it were melting, leaking blood. She wasn’t really familiar with this kind of skin condition. At first she had thought that it was a side-effect of her burns, but as it had also appeared on the right side of her body, it made that possibility illogical. She had never really cared about appearances (as she naturally tended to look neatly groomed), but in combination with the scorched hide and burns, she couldn’t help but conclude she must look like a zombie.
In all seriousness, she was concerned about her own well-being. According to her religion of the Oak she wasn’t even allowed to die yet, as she had not fully found her True and Holy Purpose to rest in peace when the time would come. The thought made her a little bit itchy.
From out of her left wing’s armpit she took the vial of blood. Why not believe he had gifted the vials of blood for a reason? With magical ease she removed the button from the glass, watched how the thick substance lazily moved as she held the vial to her lips. The God of the Spark must have known of the sickness, right?
It was a bet she took motivated by the ghostly hug of burning skin, pain and fatigue.
The priestess let some of the blood drip on her tongue. She licked her lips and then put the vial away again. From behind a wall of bamboo canes resounded growing commotion and she couldn’t help moving towards it. There is a stench in the air again.
As soon as she spotted the Godly being, something told her she knew what was going on. Between the beautiful greenery there were colorful creatures; alien, not from this world. On the side she spotted Ashamin with another mare and a golden stallion that she thought to have seen before. But her eyes kept falling back on those that simply didn’t belong.
Then she saw her Sultana, Megaera and Ampere and she joined them in their watching after greeting them with a nod. But from their eyes she couldn't tell on who their judgement lay, as the Diviner knew that the Moon Goddess had left invisible scars on some of the herd. The tigermare, however, had her priorities straight.
More shattered souls. More filth. More illnesses Once again the priestess watched from the shadows with clenched teeth and silent eyes. From her nose came little clouds of mist, evaporating again slowly as the wind of renewal took them away. Helovia was at war and all they did was smile and wave like ignorant penguins.
Talking
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