09-20-2021, 09:13 AM
mazikeen
Reave confirms her suspicions and Mazikeen’s ears flatten like those handful of syllables were a insult tossed at her. “I’ve had about all I can stomach of angels in this life.” She mutters in response, her head turning away from Reave to look in the direction of Hyaline.
The residents of her kingdom have been protected from Gale and, later, herself by a promise that had been grandfathered in when her emotions had been pried away. It had never been tempting to hunt more than deer or snow leopards within her home before - but it is now. So much of the annoyances in her life stems from two different families - and now she finds out that Bolder is a blending of them both.
She wants to tear every single one of them apart. Everyone related to Gale, everyone with angelic blood. There are too many pleasant memories and too many grievances wrapped up in those families and it would be far simpler for her if she watered the forests and meadows with their blood instead of allowing them to continue.
Wings flare out from her side, but instead of the iridescent blue she had arrived with they are a crisp metallic gold - betraying the direction of her thoughts (as if her scowl wasn’t enough) and then they fade to a deeper black that reminds her of the shadowy wings she had once possessed.
She is readying to leave but her hooves do not shift in her stance just yet. Her gaze slides back to the bone-armoured stallion and she speaks the curious thought that enters her mind. “What’s your part in all this, Reave?” He seemed to know, or was pretending to know, everything - did it end there, with the enjoyment of seeing everyone move around like pieces on a board only he could see? Or was there more active participation?
The residents of her kingdom have been protected from Gale and, later, herself by a promise that had been grandfathered in when her emotions had been pried away. It had never been tempting to hunt more than deer or snow leopards within her home before - but it is now. So much of the annoyances in her life stems from two different families - and now she finds out that Bolder is a blending of them both.
She wants to tear every single one of them apart. Everyone related to Gale, everyone with angelic blood. There are too many pleasant memories and too many grievances wrapped up in those families and it would be far simpler for her if she watered the forests and meadows with their blood instead of allowing them to continue.
Wings flare out from her side, but instead of the iridescent blue she had arrived with they are a crisp metallic gold - betraying the direction of her thoughts (as if her scowl wasn’t enough) and then they fade to a deeper black that reminds her of the shadowy wings she had once possessed.
She is readying to leave but her hooves do not shift in her stance just yet. Her gaze slides back to the bone-armoured stallion and she speaks the curious thought that enters her mind. “What’s your part in all this, Reave?” He seemed to know, or was pretending to know, everything - did it end there, with the enjoyment of seeing everyone move around like pieces on a board only he could see? Or was there more active participation?
@Reave