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01-27-2016, 05:22 PM
glasgow
I know the world’s a broken bone —
The scarred mare listened as the demon stallion spoke, ears flicking back to him then away in a show of uncertainty. Was she really going to give in to him? The more she thought about it, she began to realize that she had nothing left to lose. She began to realize that perhaps she had been following the wrong gods seeing as they saved his life. All she had known of the demons of the darkness were that they were punishers. Ones that destroyed lives and caused pain in various ways where they knew it would strike you the hardest. She knew that the darkness had taken her sister, but what she didn’t think about was that this darkness may have been her own gods. That was why they never came. Socket’s vanity was something punishable by the gods. That was why they took her wings. That was why they took her life.
With the revelations crossing her mind, she stayed still, eyes watching the ground in absolute silence until the stamping of feet vibrated the ground behind her, a small flinch rippled across the scarred and battered pelt the mare carried as she listened to his next few words as he approached her side. “You want me to step away from them and I will. On the condition you tell me your name.” What kind of condition was that? He was willing to leave his gods and everything he’d known just to know my name? A small snort came from the mare as her glassy pools turned to gaze upon the scarred face of the demon beside her. The demons had saved him while the gods had given him those marks. Perhaps her own gods were the ones that had given Glasgow her own as well. Her tail flickered behind her, but all anger was lost upon this revelation.
“The demons saved you? With you only succumbing to a few scars – burns? Funny. Those same demons were the ones that gave me mine.” Her voice called to him, wavering with pain and frustration. Pain from opening up old wounds, frustration from the sudden uncertainty if it really had been demons after all. Fluted ears pointed to the stallion before turning her head away briefly, glassy orbs escaping his captivating embers. “I am Glasgow.” She admitted to him, curious if he really would step away and live a godless life.
"Talk."
With the revelations crossing her mind, she stayed still, eyes watching the ground in absolute silence until the stamping of feet vibrated the ground behind her, a small flinch rippled across the scarred and battered pelt the mare carried as she listened to his next few words as he approached her side. “You want me to step away from them and I will. On the condition you tell me your name.” What kind of condition was that? He was willing to leave his gods and everything he’d known just to know my name? A small snort came from the mare as her glassy pools turned to gaze upon the scarred face of the demon beside her. The demons had saved him while the gods had given him those marks. Perhaps her own gods were the ones that had given Glasgow her own as well. Her tail flickered behind her, but all anger was lost upon this revelation.
“The demons saved you? With you only succumbing to a few scars – burns? Funny. Those same demons were the ones that gave me mine.” Her voice called to him, wavering with pain and frustration. Pain from opening up old wounds, frustration from the sudden uncertainty if it really had been demons after all. Fluted ears pointed to the stallion before turning her head away briefly, glassy orbs escaping his captivating embers. “I am Glasgow.” She admitted to him, curious if he really would step away and live a godless life.
"Talk."
— but melt your headaches,
call it home.
@Abaddon
