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Daughters of darkness Sisters insane
She looks to Sister, then to Mother, and then to the giant approaching them. He is even larger than Father - but nowhere near as terrifying, and he doesn't have harpies, beautiful savage harpies - and Oizys' eyes look over him in approval. Is he to be her King? Mother has explained to her what a King is, and how she must show respect to him, and how she must learn of scent borders and herd boundaries and other adult things. She is not entirely sure she likes it, when she is so used to roaming, wild and free. Mother introduces her daughters, and the gargoyle wrinkles her nose. "You forgot Ker." The eaglet squawks, and eyeballs the big grey thing that stampedes towards them. To her surprise, the massive man addresses her directly - she stands proud and strong, seeking approval, as she had when grey-eyed-sire had examined her and found her suitable, determined to smother any chance of the Cough bubbling up into her unworthy throat. He gives a name - Tembovu - and she nods, but her scars curl hideously as he asks if she wants a healer. She simpers, snorts her derision. "No," she says, scornful, her chest thrusting out and her cold grey eyes glimmering. "I'm strong. Don't need no healer." Her mother's leg nudges her, clearly warning her against her abrupt tone - Oizys sniffs, shameless, unrepentant. What would Father think, if she tried to get a healer to take away her beautiful, beautiful harpy-scars? She wears them with pride, a memento of the day she was allowed life. She had stared into the abyss, but she'd come out of it, as well - that is not something she wishes to forget. |
@Enyo
