04-09-2015, 03:21 PM
and when I breathed, my breath was lightning
She is now stronger now. Perhaps she was always been strong and just never knew it, was never able to finally let herself out. Taught to keep it all in as a child, how could she know what her strength really was? She spent her first year of life pretending to be someone she wasn’t, and then even after that, she spent so many years afraid that everyone else she came into contact with would fear her as well.
It wasn’t until Brunhild that Rhy learned what she truly was. Electric and amazing. The mare that had taken a bolt of lightning to the ass just to know what it felt like, to know what Rhy could do. Scorch might be her replacement, but Scorch had not proven herself to be Brunhild. Perhaps she would, but perhaps for Rhy, it would be impossible to fill those shoes. How can you replace the horse that taught you how to be you?
At least, she was the beginning to understand herself. And then Kratos would come around, and she came alive.
She was different being with him all together. Completely and wholly herself, just steps away from him with sparks flying off her skin. Cat? he asks, and her tail shifts to her lions tail, her eyes shift to those feline eyes and she growls low and rumbling. Then he asks his question. Always with him, death and innocence and destruction. She grins slightly, something feral and feline about it now. She lifts a hoof and watches as it turns to a paw, claws sprouting from between her padded toes.
She swipes the paw across his chest. Not hard, but enough to leave three bleeding scratches across his chest. “Now I’m not.” She knows there are many types of innocent. And truthfully, she is still innocent. But she also knows Kratos, and suspect the sight of blood and a bit of playfulness might amuse him.
It wasn’t until Brunhild that Rhy learned what she truly was. Electric and amazing. The mare that had taken a bolt of lightning to the ass just to know what it felt like, to know what Rhy could do. Scorch might be her replacement, but Scorch had not proven herself to be Brunhild. Perhaps she would, but perhaps for Rhy, it would be impossible to fill those shoes. How can you replace the horse that taught you how to be you?
At least, she was the beginning to understand herself. And then Kratos would come around, and she came alive.
She was different being with him all together. Completely and wholly herself, just steps away from him with sparks flying off her skin. Cat? he asks, and her tail shifts to her lions tail, her eyes shift to those feline eyes and she growls low and rumbling. Then he asks his question. Always with him, death and innocence and destruction. She grins slightly, something feral and feline about it now. She lifts a hoof and watches as it turns to a paw, claws sprouting from between her padded toes.
She swipes the paw across his chest. Not hard, but enough to leave three bleeding scratches across his chest. “Now I’m not.” She knows there are many types of innocent. And truthfully, she is still innocent. But she also knows Kratos, and suspect the sight of blood and a bit of playfulness might amuse him.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
