11-03-2018, 05:53 AM
Rajanish
The girl on the cliff decides to fly, and the see-through young stallion changes course. No sacrificing today... perhaps. He’s still ill himself, and wonders if he accelerates his own disease it might be contagious. But he can’t very well try without a backup plan; a backup like Zain. Hmm.
He walks down the cliffside again, and quickly positions himself next to his friend, looking at the filly. She might have been born a little late, last year, because she is very small. ”You are on holy ground, girl.” Unholy, really, but what the heck, what’s the difference? ”We only have room for worshippers and sacrifices.” he grins at her, wondering what she’ll make of it. Surely she understands that she is in a precarious position now. But the choice, for what it’s worth, is entirely hers.
He walks down the cliffside again, and quickly positions himself next to his friend, looking at the filly. She might have been born a little late, last year, because she is very small. ”You are on holy ground, girl.” Unholy, really, but what the heck, what’s the difference? ”We only have room for worshippers and sacrifices.” he grins at her, wondering what she’ll make of it. Surely she understands that she is in a precarious position now. But the choice, for what it’s worth, is entirely hers.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.
No voice to cry out suffering.
No voice to cry out suffering.
@[Leokadia] @[Zain]