[Tagging @Grusha because, duh. ]
"Seestra, look."
It was hard to tell if Tae was talking about the frenetic lightning storm, or about their half-sister who was falling from the clouds. In reality, it was the storm that first drew Tae's attention. The mandible-marked filly loved the dusty yet sweet scent that the Dragon's Throat seemed to give off as moisture built up in the air. She loved the energy that she could basically feel supercharging the atmosphere and bleeding down to the air all around them. Mal, feeding off of Tae's energy, stood at her side with his hackles and tail raised. He kept scenting the air and trying to lick it, confusing the tangible feeling of static that was building up all around them, for something that he could actually bite.
Tae loved storms. Not only because they reminded her of her (their) Mother, but because they seemed to be the perfect combination of raw power, beauty, and sheer destruction. A smile tugged on Tae's lips as she watched lightning flash, and it was then that Zenobia - the falling white and black speck that she was - caught her eyes. Through a hard and ghostly-pale gaze, Tae watched their eldest sibling tumble towards the earth, somehow pulling herself out of the nose-dive in time for a graceful landing upon the bloody sands.
"She's back." Tae murmured, casually glancing towards her larger counterpart, before shifting her curious and judgemental gaze back to the white dun. Mal's lips raised to reveal his white teeth, but a gentle kick from Tae made him immediately stop. Stop it. She warned him, with her ears against her tiny skull. Why would you want her to think we're upset? The girl silently growled. Tae was becoming more manipulative by the day, only the small black wolf at her side seemed unable to differentiate between Tae's inner emotions that he could feel, and the outward emotions that he was allowed to project. Licking his lips, his face became a stony mask, just like Tae's.
"Let's go say hello." Tae breathed, her voice no more than a whisper in Grusha's direction, a wolfish smile on her tiny features.
tae
i'm a cold day in august, i'm a stream too shallow
i'm a heart shaped box with no letter inside
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[O] the thunder rolls and the lightning strikes
