06-25-2021, 04:39 PM
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.
Their laughter buoys her upward, carrying away her nerves and worry so it can return later in the day. Malou circles the bone-cage alongside her, golden eyes flashing with faux danger. The jaguar has never hurt the twins, nor is she capable of doing so. And Wishbone knows her companion wouldn’t hurt them even if she could.
The purple mare knew the cage wouldn’t hold them long. Her twins can shift so quickly, molding their bodies into different creatures in the blink of an eye. It’s easy for them to escape her trick, shifting into animals small enough to crawl through the openings. Wishbone lets the bones fall apart once they are free, and she stops her pacing to face them directly.
Malik aims for the jaguar, and for a moment Wishbone sees a flash of the great warrior he could be someday. Her heart clenches in that motherly way, suddenly aware of everything that her children will be and how much time has passed already. They are still children, thankfully, and Malou’s presence continues to be nonthreatening, so Malik passes through the black cat despite Malou’s attempts to stop him. She spins and hisses regardless, pretending to claw at the boy’s sides even as he moves through her magic presence.
As Malik suggests his sister attacking Wishbone, the purple mare turns to face her daughter head-on. She smiles tauntingly at Sickle, silently daring the girl to face her. “You better hope that tree is worth it,” she teases with a laugh that sounds like a poor attempt at being evil.
The purple mare knew the cage wouldn’t hold them long. Her twins can shift so quickly, molding their bodies into different creatures in the blink of an eye. It’s easy for them to escape her trick, shifting into animals small enough to crawl through the openings. Wishbone lets the bones fall apart once they are free, and she stops her pacing to face them directly.
Malik aims for the jaguar, and for a moment Wishbone sees a flash of the great warrior he could be someday. Her heart clenches in that motherly way, suddenly aware of everything that her children will be and how much time has passed already. They are still children, thankfully, and Malou’s presence continues to be nonthreatening, so Malik passes through the black cat despite Malou’s attempts to stop him. She spins and hisses regardless, pretending to claw at the boy’s sides even as he moves through her magic presence.
As Malik suggests his sister attacking Wishbone, the purple mare turns to face her daughter head-on. She smiles tauntingly at Sickle, silently daring the girl to face her. “You better hope that tree is worth it,” she teases with a laugh that sounds like a poor attempt at being evil.
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Malik @Sickle