Sabra
My reverie is interrupted, and when I see by whom, the tears freeze to my face. I had never seen him in this form before, but the similarities in color and pattern, in arrogant mannerisms were hard to miss.
Leilan.
I do not move as he nears. The subtle reverberations of his weighty steps through the earth travel up my legs and inside my bones. It's taking everything I have not to shake with them. He's perched himself ever so daintily on the meadow sward, glinting dully in the early morning sun while he speaks. The smile that touches my pale pink lips is a dangerous one, if you'd known me long enough.
"Oh Leilan, always with the jokes! Well you know what's not a joke?" I asked, stepping closer to the scaled figure with every word until my nose was aligned with his and the spear in my breast tapped lightly on his scales.
"Killing horses! That are Clearly! Not in their! Right! Minds!" Any banshee would have given me full marks on the howling shriek I loosed just then. It peeled from my throat with a vengeance, and my wings and hooves and teeth took over the conversation. Thunder rolled through the air with every battering stroke as I sought to beat some sense into the grinning stallion, teeth and hooves seeking some purchase on the slick scaled hide, to draw just some of the blood in return for that which he'd so kindly spilled for me. I waa seeking any exposed skin, eyes, delicate wing membrane. Whatever I could reach that would cause the most pain.
"And then you locked me in a CAVE! You self righteous BASTARD," I paused the biting to berate him further. There was a lot to berate, I felt. But my burst of furious energy was coming to an end, and I could feel the weight of my wings complaining about the sudden activity. Gusting breath and chest heaving with the throbbing ache I'd earned by disturbing the spear, I fell back, eyes still livid.
I wanna be Immortal, like a God in the sky
I wanna be a silk flower, like I'm never gonna die
Photo by Kareva Margarita
@[Leilan]