05-19-2024, 03:02 AM
. there is no pain you are receding .
Ears perk, straining to catch even a shred of conversation between the unimaginable beings. Their tones can be caught, but whatever they are talking about is unintelligible. If she could hear their words maybe she can gain a meager understanding of whatever or wherever the hell this is. Sure, Red Opium wanted to get away, and of course, she hadn’t given any care as to where, but she hadn’t fathomed she’d be here…never thought she’d see anything like them.
Obsidian eyes study the movements exchanged ahead of her with a falcon-like focus. Their back and forth is casual, a bit flippant at times, but altogether civil. They could be comrades, and yet there exists a tone of introduction between them. The stallion of fire, despite his previous temper flare, stands calmly now. And still, there appears to be a heaviness draped across his shoulders. Almost the opposite, the metallic mare is composed, yet the indignation that blankets her is hard to ignore.
Suddenly, the inconvenient feline fish locks its illuminative with hers and decides to investigate. Close behind the mare and stallion make their approach.
Fuck.
She had started her journey driven and, clearly, over-confident in her abilities. Undoubtedly, the lithe little lady can hold her own against another…more equal opponent should the need arise. However, to chance a scuffle with one on fire and yet another made of metal is utterly asinine. This would typically be her queue to flee, but her muscles refuse to move, frozen from fatigue. I suppose I get to make friends then.
Her feminine frame remains poised as the two fantastical creatures now stand before her.
“Forgive me,” her melodic voice floats forth unflinching. “I didn’t mean to be rude. And in all actuality, no, I’ve never seen a man of fire before or a purple-winged mare made of metal.”
. Red Opium .
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