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yael
What good are wings if you don’t use them? And thus far, Yael has been pretty damn useless - a thought she’s had often, but has yet to take steps to remedy. But there is this task, this great teamwork of an event, and so perhaps she can find some sense of purpose - at least for a little bit.
It is far more difficult to find one’s self again when the trail has been lost between worlds, when one’s very scent and sense of identity has changed. Who can set the dogs loose and follow their baying bodies when what they’re searching for no longer exists? Even her skin has changed. The very way others say, yes, that is Yael. There is black where there wasn’t black before, a symbol written on her chest, a darkness - a darkness that was always forced back by love. And now her loves are gone.
The golden beauty flies low over the trees - rather unsure where to go, but looking for debris that Kisamoa spoke about; though the branches have yet to bud, the brown, muddy ground looks much the same, and she does not know what is supposed to be there and what is not. An explosion - the crack of noise and resulting dust catch her attention, and she wheels in the sky to her right, quickly finding the source of the commotion. Four unicorns - no, five - and their companions. And it looks like it was about to be a party of light and dark folks, with three of each once, Yael lands. Bonus for having no one Yael knows. No one with wings either. Perfect.
Her hooves touch the ground as a mare starts freaking out, causing Yael to realize that the two other aurelian unicorns were in fact the same unicorn. Her eyes widen, then narrow, and she takes a few steps towards the three dark unicorns, asking, “I take eet she doesn’t xaf an identeecal tin…?” There’s no other reason for her to be upset, she thinks. Unless it’s that she keeps a secret self chained up in a cave somewhere, and only let it out on weekends or when the moon was full, or venus in retrograde. The lady’s brown gaze flits between Erebos, Rikyn, and Oizys, then back to the now cock-hipped mare, and her grinning clone.
"I can take ze bones back to Keesamoa, vonce ve collect t'em."
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
live by love, though the stars walk backwards
Eeek, saw Oizys just posted too XD
Please only tag in starter posts, or if the thread is getting dusty
Force and magic allowed, no death please
