08-17-2021, 01:05 AM
Ryatah
She feels someone approaching without having to look—a remnant skill from all those years being blind. It sounds so cliche, to say that she could feel him, but there is no other way to describe it. She felt the weight of his presence pressing into her vicinity, the way the air itself was displaced by his body. Once you learned how to sense another’s eyes landing on you or a stranger’s heartbeat interrupting the rhythm of your own, it was impossible to forget.
With a subtle tilt of her head her dark eyes are able to take him in, and she recognizes him instantly. They have never met, of course, but she has seen him with Mazikeen. If you or any of your family see an iridescent blue stallion or animal, stay as far away as you can, Maze had told her from her place on the blood-soaked ground, covered in the wounds Gale had inflicted and that Ryatah had healed. She had heeded the warning, mostly. Lost in her own world that she was, it simply had never happened that their paths would cross, though she had occasionally caught glimpses of creatures of similar coloring and dutifully, she had stayed away.
He was not, in her opinion, her battle to be fought, and she was hardly a fighter to begin with. It would have made sense then to have been fearful at the sight of him, but whatever it is that passes across her face at the recognition, it is not fear.
Something sparks in her chest, a peculiar glow that warms within her ribcage; her own twisted Pavlovian response to danger.
It is not the ember begging to escalate into a wildfire that Carnage had a way of igniting, though. It is more like a single flash in the dark, a flicker of intrigue, mostly. She knew what Gale was capable of—or what the curse was capable of. There is a false sense of security though, in the idea that she is not his to tear apart. Someone else has already done that, has broken her down to her core and rebuilt her in an impossible way; has drenched the ground with her blood and then wiped her clean, has filled her lungs with the ocean and then breathed life back into her.
He has ruined her for everyone else in more ways than one, but mostly, it is because he has all but decimated her fear of anyone that is not him, and maybe that is how Carnage will be her downfall.
“Are you looking for someone?” She asks him, her soft voice breaking the silence. The amber light of her halo catches the edges of a smile on her stark-white lips, and when she moves it is to angle herself towards him, stardust drifting lazily to the ground from the tips of her wings as she does.
With a subtle tilt of her head her dark eyes are able to take him in, and she recognizes him instantly. They have never met, of course, but she has seen him with Mazikeen. If you or any of your family see an iridescent blue stallion or animal, stay as far away as you can, Maze had told her from her place on the blood-soaked ground, covered in the wounds Gale had inflicted and that Ryatah had healed. She had heeded the warning, mostly. Lost in her own world that she was, it simply had never happened that their paths would cross, though she had occasionally caught glimpses of creatures of similar coloring and dutifully, she had stayed away.
He was not, in her opinion, her battle to be fought, and she was hardly a fighter to begin with. It would have made sense then to have been fearful at the sight of him, but whatever it is that passes across her face at the recognition, it is not fear.
Something sparks in her chest, a peculiar glow that warms within her ribcage; her own twisted Pavlovian response to danger.
It is not the ember begging to escalate into a wildfire that Carnage had a way of igniting, though. It is more like a single flash in the dark, a flicker of intrigue, mostly. She knew what Gale was capable of—or what the curse was capable of. There is a false sense of security though, in the idea that she is not his to tear apart. Someone else has already done that, has broken her down to her core and rebuilt her in an impossible way; has drenched the ground with her blood and then wiped her clean, has filled her lungs with the ocean and then breathed life back into her.
He has ruined her for everyone else in more ways than one, but mostly, it is because he has all but decimated her fear of anyone that is not him, and maybe that is how Carnage will be her downfall.
“Are you looking for someone?” She asks him, her soft voice breaking the silence. The amber light of her halo catches the edges of a smile on her stark-white lips, and when she moves it is to angle herself towards him, stardust drifting lazily to the ground from the tips of her wings as she does.
EVEN ANGELS HAVE THEIR WICKED SCHEMES
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Gale