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10-29-2015, 10:10 AM
AITHNIEL
Fire crashed into the side of the tigress as she flew, watching below as the monster fell, choking on water from Isopia. She had killed the beast and then trapped others beneath her body. Aithniel felt nothing but anger at seeing the pain and destruction. There was sadness. Roskuld was crying over the corpse of of a princess. Some of her own herd had fallen. Others were barely making it out alive, and she narrowed her focus onto the God of the Earth. None of the other battles had ended this violently - had cause this much heartache. Didn't he have magical powers of healing? Wasn't loving his mortals his 'deal'? Then why? Why all of this? Be at peace, really? Tears would forever stain this land along with their blood, and he wanted them to be at peace? Her body was healed of disease then, but that did nothing to change her mind. She glared hard from her place in the sky, still burning, flames licking at her hide. Aithniel landed hard and stared as spoils were given out while everyone else was hurt and losing someone. Fuck. This. She turned her back to the Earth God and the pain around her, and she left. There was nothing for her here. No tears were left in her eyes to cry. Only fire remained, consuming rational thought with action and passion. Aithniel had an egg waiting for her up north, and that was what she was going to focus on - one good thing in the wake of this disaster. And was it worth it? Was this new land truly worth the pain on both sides? She didn't think so. With a shove her her hooves, she flew out from the island, leaving wailing fathers and apologetic sisters behind. Her condolences would mean nothing. No one there gave a damn what she thought, and why should they? Roskuld hated her, and she was the only one she really knew. |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
