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[Misra]

have i been lost? inside myself and my own mind
hypnotized; mesmerized by what my eyes have seen

   As he began to drone on, she seemingly forgot to conceal her stunned reaction of disbelief - and disdain. Her wound still faintly tingled as her capillaries attempted to cease the flow; it remained as a constant reminder against the blank, droll surface of his overbearing tone. She began to lose focus on his words and instead focused on his pictures. His massive, thick appendages, with claws sharp enough to tear flesh with ease. 

   His course, mud-painted coat, which seemed matted after being drudged around after days of rain. His snout was shorter and less pronounced than her own but held a more worrisome set of teeth behind his moving lips. Her doe eyes focus on his thin lips and the way they form each word, eventually rousing her from her own thoughts and reminding her that he was, indeed, still speaking.

   Evidently, her body language spoke volumes - he now moved closer to the ground as acknowledgement to her discomfort. She eased, but only slightly. It only took one swift movement for him to lunge at her, even from the ground floor of the thicket, and her instinct told her to remain wary. He speaks again, and this time, her expression contorts into one of disapproval. 

   "I am not a child," she insists indignantly, the silver and black feathers that line her developing wings ruffle slightly at her side as she adjusts them. She knows of how fond Kirin is of her own wings, and so she has learned to use them to further accentuate her words and movements. They are mesmerizing simply for being wings attached to an equine figure, but hers go beyond that. 

   As she ages, her feathers have begun to slowly fade away from their inky blackness, creating an ombré of silver and coal. She knows of their beauty, but perhaps her ego has been stroked one too many times. Nonetheless, they are her distraction, one that comforts her in the presence of the monstrous bear - a quiet reassurance that surely, if he tried anything again, she could escape. "My name is Misra. Why are you here?"

Misra

immortal winged child of silver cove