[mature] once upon a time, when the sun still used to shine

[Mazikeen]

Mazikeen only stops when there is nothing left, when the tissue fades from right underneath her claws and disappears into the ground. She is shaking as she stands at the ground where the body had been, the frenzy fading and leaving her as a lioness that is inhaling deep, ragged breaths. Her claws dig into the ground that is muddy with so much blood as if she can hold herself together, hold herself upright, by physically clinging to the earth. Her head snaps towards maybe-Wishbone at the sound of the voice and it takes a great effort to make her frenzied mind focus on the words. To climb out of the white noise of the wrath and actually exist in her body again. When Mazikeen replies, her voice is strained and quiet - little more than a breath in the dark. “I believe you.” She thinks that she does, at least, or maybe she’s too exhausted to consider the alternative. If this is another trick, she’s not sure she has the strength left to fight. An abundance of caution has her staying as the lioness, though, just in case. Each breath brings her back from the frenzy, back into her own mind, and there’s a ghost of a smile when she speaks again - her voice steadier. “I think... considering the circumstances, you can just call me Maze.” The humour that sparks in her eyes for a brief moment fades quickly into concern, however, as she looks over the purple mare standing before her - checking for any signs of injury. “Are you… okay?”

image by Reitro

@[Wishbone]