Rhy;

[Vyx]

Vyx had been promptly abandoned the day she was born. She had been her mother’s first and nothing like the first-time dam thought she would be; instead of a long-legged filly she got a sly-eyed fox pup. If she had stuck around a few hours longer she would have watched her daughter’s involuntary shift into that of the long-legged filly she had hoped for. Vyx had no control, she was as much one as she was the other. Perhaps if she had been born to a vixen mother instead of a mare, they would have just said she was a fox with a weird quirk. But as it stands, she’s a horse that would rather spend her time on padded claws than hooves. Who wants their ass to be that big anyway?

Although the thoughts clouded her mind at times, Vyx was not one to dwell on her own intricacies and brood over dulled memories. She would much rather spend her time sliding through the grass on claws silent as a sickness, eavesdropping on the gossiping mares or hunting some kind of unlucky Jungle creature. Vyx would sooner like to starve to death than to have to subsist on dry, tasteless, horse-shit fed grass. Though she doubted any of them could relate, well, or perhaps maybe one could. Here, kitty kitty…

Vyx slipped through the underfronds, quick and black like a crow’s shadow a she searched through the dense kingdom. Her eyes racing through the clearings and huddles of Jungle shrubs to catch the sight of the beige lion or the painted mare, though she was hoping for the one that bore the mouthful of sharp teeth and wielded claws much larger than her own. Maybe I can finally taste what that bossy, horn-face cow tastes like. I’m sick of it’s stupid sounds…

[Rhy]

and when I breathed, my breath was lightning

Rhy’s parents loved her. She knows this much, realizes she lucky to have had parents as kind and loving and attentive as hers were. Well, really, her father had been attentive while her mother had been off trying to keep Kora and Rhy as far away from one another as possible. But still, she will always be a little bitter at how they left her when she was only a year. Why? Because her sister was scare. Because her sister was more important.

In some ways, she can’t blame them entirely, though she does anyway. Riagan had offered to stay, had offered to come to the Jungle with her if she wanted and be there for her. Rhy had been the one to say no. She let him go with Rayelle. But what kind of daughter would she had been if she separated her parents? They loved each other too fiercely, like the sun and the moon, to be apart.

And of course, the reason they left was her fault too. Uncontrollable, but still. It was the electric in her veins that Kora was so scared of. The electric that shocked her delicate sister in the womb time and time again. Rhy didn’t even know then. To Rhy, the white light was comfort. It was part of her. Rhy hadn’t been born a lioness – that came later, an unexplained gift from the fairies – but she has always been electric.

She smells the fox before she spots her. It’s a 50/50 shot that Rhy is either horse or lion. She likes both forms, and is comfortable in either these days. They each have their perks and their drawbacks, after all. Today, it’s Vyx’s lucky day. Rhy is stalking through the Jungle as a lion, and she grows toward the fox. Not unfriendly, but growling with her large sharp teeth has always been preferable to talking. It’s an animal hello that Vyx will actually understand, unlike her other sisters.

rhy

the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle

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