02-20-2022, 03:58 PM
Niece, he calls her - and she adds another thing to the small list of titles she can claim. Daughter, monster, and now niece. Her instincts tell her this is a good thing - she’s always been devoted to family, after all, even if it was in a rather violent and mindless way for most of her life.
He seems stunned by the news that they are family only for a short moment before he bursts into laughter. She doesn’t understand why he’s laughing, but the boisterous sound of it brings a smile out of her too.
When speaking about the ghosts, though, that smile is not present.
“They don’t talk when I'm awake but...” The black mare responds as she frowns at the small lights, wondering if they were supposed to talk. She only hesitates a moment before continuing her thought, only thinking to answer honestly and not that sometimes it's better just to keep things to yourself. “In the bad dreams they scream like when they died.” The echoes of the noises each of her victims had made as she had torn them apart.
His voice is one of them, but this at least she keeps to herself.
“They follow me, and sometimes… sometimes they move things and I trip.” Learning how to walk without the balance of her prehensile tail had been a difficult task, though she had managed it. Now she could move around almost gracefully when there weren’t stones or sticks or branches gravitating towards her - striking her in the face or placed in her path.
Her voice is forlorn but accepting when she adds quietly. “I deserve their hate.”
He seems stunned by the news that they are family only for a short moment before he bursts into laughter. She doesn’t understand why he’s laughing, but the boisterous sound of it brings a smile out of her too.
When speaking about the ghosts, though, that smile is not present.
“They don’t talk when I'm awake but...” The black mare responds as she frowns at the small lights, wondering if they were supposed to talk. She only hesitates a moment before continuing her thought, only thinking to answer honestly and not that sometimes it's better just to keep things to yourself. “In the bad dreams they scream like when they died.” The echoes of the noises each of her victims had made as she had torn them apart.
His voice is one of them, but this at least she keeps to herself.
“They follow me, and sometimes… sometimes they move things and I trip.” Learning how to walk without the balance of her prehensile tail had been a difficult task, though she had managed it. Now she could move around almost gracefully when there weren’t stones or sticks or branches gravitating towards her - striking her in the face or placed in her path.
Her voice is forlorn but accepting when she adds quietly. “I deserve their hate.”
NOSTROMO
@Cassian