07-12-2021, 10:22 AM
mazikeen
He follows her out into the snow-bright world and she follows him by shifting back into her natural shape. Mazikeen’s orange eyes instinctively trace the landscape of her home, ever-watchful though she does not believe there is much that could best her and Gale in a fight - even if they were surprised. The aftermath of the storm has left everything with a crisp blanket of snow, unmarked except for the short trail they made when they left the cave.
Her eyes may be on the landscape, but her mind is much closer - a smile forming at the sensation of his lips moving across her scarred shoulder. They are more obvious in this form than any other, the ridges of the grey scars that mark her. Almost a year ago she had been ashamed of the ones on her face and her chest but this Mazikeen only fluctuates between indifference and rage when she thinks of them now.
No more deaths, but he still owes her for the things he had taken.
For now these thoughts simmer in the back of her mind - easily pushed further back when he speaks against her cheek and her gaze finally drifts from the snow to him. Her orange eyes dance when she catches the feathered limbs and the red V adorning one. A reminder, along with the iridescent blue beginning to take over, that she is still capable of leaving a mark on him while they have their fun.
And that she could be a weakness too still delights her, along with a new thrill in hearing him state that he needs someone else to make miserable. Once she had wanted his attention to only be on her, to be the only victim.
Not anymore. If he needs to make someone else miserable to give him strength for whatever power is running through his veins now, she will help him make that happen. Mazikeen as she is now may enjoy being his weakness, may still want to kill him in a far-off future, but for now she finds his power to be intoxicating - and even when she had fumed in her stubbornness on Islandres she had enjoyed watching him. Gale had always been impressive, it is one of the things that has not changed since they first clashed in the Alliance.
There is little she’d deny him, and this is an easy thing to nod her agreement to as she stands with him. “Do you have anyone in particular in mind?” She asks, her voice as casual as his own has been as she grazes her muzzle idly against the skin of his perlino and navy neck. “Another relative? Or some fresher blood?”
Her eyes may be on the landscape, but her mind is much closer - a smile forming at the sensation of his lips moving across her scarred shoulder. They are more obvious in this form than any other, the ridges of the grey scars that mark her. Almost a year ago she had been ashamed of the ones on her face and her chest but this Mazikeen only fluctuates between indifference and rage when she thinks of them now.
No more deaths, but he still owes her for the things he had taken.
For now these thoughts simmer in the back of her mind - easily pushed further back when he speaks against her cheek and her gaze finally drifts from the snow to him. Her orange eyes dance when she catches the feathered limbs and the red V adorning one. A reminder, along with the iridescent blue beginning to take over, that she is still capable of leaving a mark on him while they have their fun.
And that she could be a weakness too still delights her, along with a new thrill in hearing him state that he needs someone else to make miserable. Once she had wanted his attention to only be on her, to be the only victim.
Not anymore. If he needs to make someone else miserable to give him strength for whatever power is running through his veins now, she will help him make that happen. Mazikeen as she is now may enjoy being his weakness, may still want to kill him in a far-off future, but for now she finds his power to be intoxicating - and even when she had fumed in her stubbornness on Islandres she had enjoyed watching him. Gale had always been impressive, it is one of the things that has not changed since they first clashed in the Alliance.
There is little she’d deny him, and this is an easy thing to nod her agreement to as she stands with him. “Do you have anyone in particular in mind?” She asks, her voice as casual as his own has been as she grazes her muzzle idly against the skin of his perlino and navy neck. “Another relative? Or some fresher blood?”
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Gale