you are a craving I can never satisfy
His grey skeleton floats to her, his presence as suffocating and nauseating as the stagnant scent of pine needles flooding her nostrils. She flicks her tail, already uncomfortable by their reunion.
His voice is a foghorn among a dead sea of tree branches and fallen leaves, leaving her winded for words initially. You survived your little ordeal, was not everyone so lucky?
“No thanks to your cowardly actions of course, but I survived,” her words thick and clear, she shifts her weight off her hind leg to find a complacent stance.
She wouldn’t bow to his height. Not today.
“We all survived,” she is able to find footing in her train of thought, remembering the confidence of Fiorina and the nobility of Lilliana.
Nobility. Hah.
That day had changed her, surely. The once weak and naïve now cautious and guarded, our golden mare had prospered under the chaos that had ensued. Kalil had been there, Lilliana had been there, even Fiorina had checked on her—yet, she has never felt more alone.
Even more so when her only company is this one.
“You’re right, it’s Ruthless,” she nods, allowing her eyes to trace every scar worn into his body that she hadn’t noticed before—chinks in his steel armor—before continuing, “you’re forgiven for forgetting my name, I was young then.”
She will not forgive him for leaving that day in the field, but part of her doesn’t hold resentment either. Surely, he was a coward, but who wouldn’t have been?
If she had been allowed the opportunity to run, would she have?
Yes.
“And you are Larva. I don’t think I could forget you,” and it’s true, she likely never will. His arrogance, his confidence, and his retreat. He took part in one of the most influential moments of her life, whether he acknowledges it or not.
Ruthless
@[Larva]