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[Sabra]

Sabra

When I am found, it is by a little blue pegasus mare. She emerged from incongruous plant life, eyes already wide. What began as nerves settle into annoyance as her eyes flick continuously between the spear in my chest and my face. Lips thinning, I allow the woman to approach, knowing that while I have made myself adjust, adapt, I will be the freak long from now as long as I encounter strangers. The whispers that haunt me will echo on the tongues of others, and I will simply have to get used to it. 

Still, I cannot stop my eyes from rolling when she stumbles over her greeting. I have never been blessed with patience, a fact that harms far more often than it helps. That remains true even now as I stand here, every intention of repeating my need for asylum freezing with her open shock. 

A look too hard to be called a smile stretches my lips, but give me a break, I tried. "Let's get this out of the way, shall we? My name is Sabra. Yes, there is a long piece of wood in my chest. Yes, it hurts. No, it can't be removed. I can't say I'm particularly well, but that's why I'm on what I can only assume is your doorstep. Castile said I can stay here while I recover." I let the name drop fall without hesitation, pausing only to catch my breath. "I do hope that's a promise that will be honored, though I can't say I'll be surprised if it's not. His oath is a slippery thing." 

(Beggar at the door)

My eyes dash aside, trying to track the voice that's vanished as soon as it's spoken. I know this, but I look for it anyway. Nostrils flaring aggressively, I turn back to the shaggy mare. What she says next will decide my next little segment of fate, and I can't afford to screw up, if I haven't already done so.

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


@[Lepis]