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07-24-2016, 12:09 AM
He had been ignoring her, and it was beyond frustrating for the little filly. She had tried to apologize, tried to explain that while she loved her brother, that he had an iron grip on her that prevented her from trying to explore the world. If they were supposed to grow up to be these beautiful monstrous monarchs that the demons within their hearts desired, that it would only make sense to work independently on some fronts. But she was sure he hadn’t understood. And so his silence came like a pessimistic child (which to be entirely honest that’s what it was) and she continued to give him the treatment back.
An eye for an eye.
And yet she still followed him, dark ebony dipped legs taking her alongside him, a bit of a ways away but still close. The mirror was stretching, but soon she was sure he’d come back to her just as she always returned to him in the night. Despite the escapades she had, she always returned to him and his embrace. Even if he thought she was so horrible for constantly leaving him, he was the one she returned to with her stories of her travels, eager to tell him everything they had seen. And with this feeling boring deep within her, the flames that licked along her back flickered as deer mixed with wolves. The fiery beasts ran across her back, aiming their powerful jaws to the deer – where curiosity and rage met, the wolf met the innocent deer.
Soon they were in the haruspex cave, her bright oceanic gaze drifting from her brother to glance back at her companion who had decided to extend his wings as his feathers grew in. He bounded the best he could alongside her – surely not as nimble yet as Kianzo’s cub. But nevertheless, Khairi was trying. Her attention was drawn back to the event at hand as Kianzo’s voice rumbled to the mare that Kiada recognized from the meeting. “Hello Miss Haroo… Harooosp… Haro pecks.” Her brows furrowed in frustration at not being able to say the word right, but she had at least tried. “That’s really neat!” She added in, the ebony tuft of her tail wiggling with delight. She pushed past Kianzo then, flames turning entirely into the simple deer like the Haruspex’s companion as she trudged her tiny bodice to the mirror eyeing it with wide eyes.
"Talk."
Kiada
just like the eyes, the HEART can adjust to DARKNESS.
@Kianzo @Frost Fyre
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
