[private] could not hold me back

[Mazikeen]

Nashua flickers in and out of her vision and Mazikeen’s pupils dilate and contract in an effort to keep up with it. Aggravation flushes through her and whatever parts of her body were not illuminated by fire-bright markings are now burning. He is moving and she is drawn after him, a hunter after her prey. His words distract her rather than inflame her further. Was Sickle a shifter? Mazikeen has to think about it for a moment - looking back on her only interaction with Sickle with a clinical coldness. That had been the night Gale had changed her into what she is now and it makes her uncomfortable to remember the way sadness had roared through her when she had first watched as Gale killed their daughter and then rewound time so that she could do the same. But in her distress, she remembers how the filly had seemed to waver between shapes. A handful of different ones each second so that she seemed to blur as she stood there. A shifter, though not a particularly talented one yet. The dragon snarls. “Are you trying to tell me you wouldn’t want revenge for me taking Bolder?” It still makes so much sense - and she cannot comprehend not wanting retribution. She doesn’t even particularly care for Sickle and she is ready to burn this forest to the ground just for the insult of having her taken away. “That you wouldn’t keep my daughter here while I keep your son?” She’s slunk after him for a few feet, thinking of sinking her teeth into his glowing flesh, before she pauses. Realizes that she’s being drawn away from the heart of Taiga. “I am not leaving this forest, Nashua.” She repeats, his name revolting to speak and she makes no attempt of hiding that. “Not until I finish searching it.” m a z i k e e n .

 

@Nashua