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01-10-2017, 09:45 PM
the more people you love
the weaker you are
the weaker you are
Betrayer.
Her mind rages like the waves of the Bermuda, tearing apart every passing vessel of a though that dares to enter the domain of her fury. Beautiful pumpkin eyes blaze like the flickering edges of a fire's flames, staring down upon the proceedings. Upon two figures set aside from the hoard, singled out by her intense gaze. A mammoth child with tusks to match, and a spotted femme with flames dancing along her spine.
HE LEFT ME! her mind screams in refusal of this display of kindness, the carefree touches Kiada imparts upon her brother's hide. Touches only Romina deserved to give him. Embraces her brother should never be accepting.
Months she had wandered, waiting for him to find her, because he always did. He had vowed that he always would with each time that he found her successfully. Words had never held importance, but he had proven through actions that his devotion to Romina was permanent. Unshakable.
Apparently it was not as unshakable as Romina had been led to believe. Her brother was not capable of such manipulation of her affections, she knew that, and so her predatory gaze focuses on the filly she had once called friend, called cousin. The one she had missed, the one who had not even bothered to say goodbye. A manipulator just like Romina.
Betrayal, she hisses to herself again, this time with focused intent. Her brother's mistakes will not be forgotten, his transgressions would not be forgiven. Romina scarcely hears Kisamoa's task for them, could hardly care what the once-intriguing godling says to them. The fires of her antlers flicker in the narrowed slits of her eyes, and Romina descends into the crowd to slowly hunt down her prey.
Romina
