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02-05-2017, 07:22 PM
Esinakh trembled as her Mai’s body remained broken, despite those gathered being ‘healers’—though, truthfully, the young filly didn’t really know what they did, having never had a healer attend to her. All she knew, in that moment, was that her mother was leaving. Dying. Broken.
Another, soft, sound escaped her muzzle as Dominus brought her some small, pointed, curved glass things. Her muzzle reached down, soft nostrils flaring to take in the scent of mai that vaguely clung to the glass’s smooth surface. It wouldn’t last for long, but it was still there. Pale, wide eyes then turn up, looking and watching as her mother doled out other items and spoke to her other children.
And the strangling filly wanted so badly to go up to her mother. She ached to walk up and bury her nostrils in Nyx’s silken mane; to rid it of all the tangles until it was smooth and black and shining and her own muzzle was inundated with her mai’s scent for hours after. She wanted to go back to their time in the Edge when all was clean and known and nice.
But blood and flesh spilled across a boggy, muddy earth. Her own limbs were caked with it (—and panic was already rising in her throat—). So she trembled, beginning to visibly vibrate, as the Dominus curled up with her mother (just how she wished she could).
And then all was still.
Save for Esi’s shaking. An unearthly wail escaped the girl’s throat, before her wings spread an she burst into the skies. Sorrowful, anguished screeches were left in her wake. Rak had failed her. Their mai was dead.
Another, soft, sound escaped her muzzle as Dominus brought her some small, pointed, curved glass things. Her muzzle reached down, soft nostrils flaring to take in the scent of mai that vaguely clung to the glass’s smooth surface. It wouldn’t last for long, but it was still there. Pale, wide eyes then turn up, looking and watching as her mother doled out other items and spoke to her other children.
And the strangling filly wanted so badly to go up to her mother. She ached to walk up and bury her nostrils in Nyx’s silken mane; to rid it of all the tangles until it was smooth and black and shining and her own muzzle was inundated with her mai’s scent for hours after. She wanted to go back to their time in the Edge when all was clean and known and nice.
But blood and flesh spilled across a boggy, muddy earth. Her own limbs were caked with it (—and panic was already rising in her throat—). So she trembled, beginning to visibly vibrate, as the Dominus curled up with her mother (just how she wished she could).
And then all was still.
Save for Esi’s shaking. An unearthly wail escaped the girl’s throat, before her wings spread an she burst into the skies. Sorrowful, anguished screeches were left in her wake. Rak had failed her. Their mai was dead.
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