02-08-2021, 10:17 AM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
Things had happened too fast for Wishbone to consider what her new friend’s reaction would be. She can hardly untangle the knot of emotions and thoughts that settle inside her at the experience, let alone consider Mazikeen’s. The threat of the monster is more pressing than puzzling out what, exactly, has happened. But Wishbone does know she hadn’t been expecting Mazikeen to react as she does.
With the monster trapped, the gorilla transforms into nothing but snapshots of angry creatures with blindingly-angry orange eyes. Wishbone continues to use her bones to keep the monster pinned to the blood-stained ground, parting them where necessary to give Mazikeen room for her ruthless attacks. The purple mare nimbly adds the long, sharp tooth of a cougar to the mixture, using this weapon to penetrate the creature’s shadowy flesh.
It writhes and thrashes and finally gives up, and Wishbone lets the bones fall. While this new body has replenished energy, her magic from within is drained. The danger has been destroyed, and Wishbone can feel exhaustion replace the adrenaline that fades away. Yet Mazikeen continues to beat the monster’s dead body, and it isn’t long before its shadow-tissue makes a slurping sound and seems to absorb into the blood-soaked ground, disappearing beyond their view.
How does she explain what happened? How do they begin to unpack what has happened, with the Ivar-Barrow-monster, and her unexplainable death-turned-transformation, and the way the ground soaked in the creature’s remains?
Wishbone drags in a long, deep breath. She speaks within seconds after the monster’s disappearance, worried Mazikeen will think she is another shadow looking for prey. “Mazikeen, before you attack, it’s me. Wishbone. I still can’t explain what happened, but it really is me.” Her characteristic amber eyes peer out from her deep purple face, authentic and soft. She hadn’t realized her newfound friend could shift so quickly, so ruthlessly. Wishbone certainly isn’t prepared to meet that viciousness herself.
Though, if she does… She wonders, for a flickering moment, what sort of color she might be that time.
With the monster trapped, the gorilla transforms into nothing but snapshots of angry creatures with blindingly-angry orange eyes. Wishbone continues to use her bones to keep the monster pinned to the blood-stained ground, parting them where necessary to give Mazikeen room for her ruthless attacks. The purple mare nimbly adds the long, sharp tooth of a cougar to the mixture, using this weapon to penetrate the creature’s shadowy flesh.
It writhes and thrashes and finally gives up, and Wishbone lets the bones fall. While this new body has replenished energy, her magic from within is drained. The danger has been destroyed, and Wishbone can feel exhaustion replace the adrenaline that fades away. Yet Mazikeen continues to beat the monster’s dead body, and it isn’t long before its shadow-tissue makes a slurping sound and seems to absorb into the blood-soaked ground, disappearing beyond their view.
How does she explain what happened? How do they begin to unpack what has happened, with the Ivar-Barrow-monster, and her unexplainable death-turned-transformation, and the way the ground soaked in the creature’s remains?
Wishbone drags in a long, deep breath. She speaks within seconds after the monster’s disappearance, worried Mazikeen will think she is another shadow looking for prey. “Mazikeen, before you attack, it’s me. Wishbone. I still can’t explain what happened, but it really is me.” Her characteristic amber eyes peer out from her deep purple face, authentic and soft. She hadn’t realized her newfound friend could shift so quickly, so ruthlessly. Wishbone certainly isn’t prepared to meet that viciousness herself.
Though, if she does… She wonders, for a flickering moment, what sort of color she might be that time.
@[Mazikeen]