Moments past, mere moments and already her presence drew another. He was there, she heard him lurking, watching, lingering. She didn’t bother to stop her actions, as stated she couldn’t be bothered, for right now her annoyance was all consuming. That didn’t mean she wasn’t aware, she was ready for a fight, actually she was itching for one. What she wouldn’t do for a little blood letting- maybe that would calm her. The black young mare wasn’t typically blood thirsty, but her annoyance was particularly heightened and she found it was making her volatile. The gold-tinted meadow didn’t wait to abide her need to paint the town red. No, the sun waited for none and already the golden hour was waning to an orange and soon, soon the sun would be red. (Then dark purples, and blues like bruises, scabs and dried blood.) The sunset gave her what her own actions could not, the ability to see everything red. It calmed her, knowing that there were ways to achieve fruition.
At her core she knew she would never act, she didn’t have the heart for it. She wasn’t really blood thirsty, and she didn’t despise the young Cove dwellers for things they didn’t really understand. But sometimes it was all so frustrating. She was tired of hearing of Khoas. It was all she heard as a child and she didn’t want to hear it now that she had grown up. Her thoughts were disrupted but the rustled leaves in the distance. She didn’t even bother turning as the other approached, she couldn’t miss the brief moment of read, and it approached. Her ear flicked back alerting the approacher that she was aware- but that was all they would get. Kat hoped they would take the hint; she was busy. She needed this moment uninterrupted. A feeble word, soft, quite, but masculine floated to her swiveled ear. She huffed an exasperated breath. Just one thing, she needed just this one moment, but she was not allowed that even. Her voice was crisp, short, like a warning; her tones a bright alto, ”Oh bugger off.” She doubted her new companion would, they never do. If he was going to stay he better pray she learn to speak up. She didn’t have time for a lost puppy.
{ Kataclysm }
Me and God? We don't get along well.
ooc: short words, but good ones? maybe?