05-05-2021, 05:32 PM
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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.
The beginning of a deep friendship had blossomed in the darkness of Beqanna’s Forest. It is still unfolding before them now, but it started with two mares dressed in white, black, and gold. Perhaps the monster had known what it was getting into, playing tricks on Wishbone and Mazikeen. Or maybe it didn’t realize just how far its effect would reach, stretching into the days where light returns and those two fierce mares find each other again. It seems that fighting and killing a monster (and being reformed into an entirely new body) is an event that can successfully bring friendships together.
And if Wishbone weren’t so furious at the world, she might’ve matched Mazikeen’s smile with her own. Beyond the anger, the purple mare is grateful to see her friend. She is especially thankful Mazikeen made it through the rest of the darkness, although she didn’t have any doubts that she would have suffered. Their initial encounter together had spoken volumes, and Wishbone had learned that her pale friend could hold her own among the shadows.
Despite the glow of practiced rage in the purple mare’s eyes, amusement flutters across her face when Mazikeen shifts into a panther. On most days, Wishbone is willing to discuss the trials of her life with an optimistic flare. Today, she feels neither willing nor optimistic; she wants to mutilate something to satisfy her anger, and she wants to truly feel the rage that runs through her body and consumes her mind instead of pushing it away.
It seems Mazikeen knows precisely what her friend needs. Apparently, they both know how to deal with negative emotions in entirely healthy ways. “Oh, I’m fully prepared to take out my anger however I can,” she admits.
The wrestling match soothes the majority of her anger, leaving Wishbone feeling satisfied for the time. The heat of her rage simmers below the surface, threatening to return once her Hyaline friend leaves. For now, the purple mare is content and grateful. Her chest is slick with sweat from their match, and her coat shimmers where the sun peeks through the trees.
Wishbone’s glowing amber eyes find Mazikeen’s gaze, and she says with full sincerity, “Thank you, Maze. That’s exactly what I needed.” Her eyes move to trace her friend’s face, looking deeper for the emotions that might be found there. “I should have asked before… What brings you to Tephra?”
And if Wishbone weren’t so furious at the world, she might’ve matched Mazikeen’s smile with her own. Beyond the anger, the purple mare is grateful to see her friend. She is especially thankful Mazikeen made it through the rest of the darkness, although she didn’t have any doubts that she would have suffered. Their initial encounter together had spoken volumes, and Wishbone had learned that her pale friend could hold her own among the shadows.
Despite the glow of practiced rage in the purple mare’s eyes, amusement flutters across her face when Mazikeen shifts into a panther. On most days, Wishbone is willing to discuss the trials of her life with an optimistic flare. Today, she feels neither willing nor optimistic; she wants to mutilate something to satisfy her anger, and she wants to truly feel the rage that runs through her body and consumes her mind instead of pushing it away.
It seems Mazikeen knows precisely what her friend needs. Apparently, they both know how to deal with negative emotions in entirely healthy ways. “Oh, I’m fully prepared to take out my anger however I can,” she admits.
The wrestling match soothes the majority of her anger, leaving Wishbone feeling satisfied for the time. The heat of her rage simmers below the surface, threatening to return once her Hyaline friend leaves. For now, the purple mare is content and grateful. Her chest is slick with sweat from their match, and her coat shimmers where the sun peeks through the trees.
Wishbone’s glowing amber eyes find Mazikeen’s gaze, and she says with full sincerity, “Thank you, Maze. That’s exactly what I needed.” Her eyes move to trace her friend’s face, looking deeper for the emotions that might be found there. “I should have asked before… What brings you to Tephra?”
@[Mazikeen]