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09-24-2016, 07:21 PM
S U N J A T A
Of course Saar would talk back. He expected nothing less from his beautiful gem. And like so, his eyes narrowed further, tossing his head away from her and flipping his ivory forelock to the side as he snorted at her. Perhaps had it been any other day, he might have laughed at the comment – but today he was far too angry, far too frustrated to even think about laughing at the simplistic argument his sister would give him. Instead, he lead them, standing ahead of her and doing his best to ignore her words, though thankful for the silence that had managed to manifest itself on the journey – after he snatched his sister up and fled his home, his eyes were entirely set on finding a new place – a place away from Dorobo and Korofi, away from the shit fest that unraveled upon their departure.
However, his gaze danced from the trees in front of him as a creature appeared. The man was taller, and carried a rather bald face against the ebony shield of night that was the rest of his pelt. Jata immediately stopped, his wings splaying out to protect his sister from the man who had just appeared. Eyes narrowed, his lifted his head tall as his feathers bristled and tipped his navy rimmed ears toward Volterra, listening as he spoke before placing them flush against his head. “What a boring name.” He spoke, lips tightening against what the equine had called Helovia. He stared at the stranger, surveying his body for any form of extras. It was obvious to Sunjata that the man didn’t have wings, but it might still fair possible that he had horns – hidden and waiting. And Sunjata wouldn’t stand for that.
He shifted his gaze toward Saar for a moment, “Dink jy hy het sy horing afgesny vir ons?” He grumbled to her, waiting for her input before shifting his attention back to Volterra. Despite the anger that boiled beneath cool tones, Saar had always been the brains of their operations while Jata had been the blunt force behind it. He wanted to know her opinion, knowing deep down that the mare would know better than to throw her only beloved brother to the wolves. And that’s how he imagined the others without wings. Plotting masterminds, waiting for the day that the pegasi fall. He wasn’t going to fall for it, and knew that his sister would help them get to the top, one way or another.
"talk."
dink jy hy het sy horing afgesny vir ons? – do you think he has cut off his horn for us?
We slipped into midnight
like the death of the sun.
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