xiah
In the two years that she travelled the outside, Xiah rarely met with a creature of speaking capabilities. And when she did, the encounters were strange, and occasionally dangerous - never any mention of her being ‘cute,’ no sir. Thus, the man’s sass takes her aback, unsurprisingly. Luckily for this Nymphetamine, Xiah would have been been offended by any verbal presentation of her cuteness - might as well die a wolf, right?
Restraining herself from audibly snarling at the man, Xiah simply frosts him with her night-snow gaze and raises her nose towards his general existence. At his impudent jibe to Brynmor, Xiah loosens her tongue like a whip from the hands of a Bo’sun.
“You aren’t selling your kingdom all that well either, y’ skiver.” A hind foot stomps into the earth with just a little frustration. Men, I swear.
Twisting herself to concentrate on the graying brother, Xiah’s posture softens at his first two words. A home. Her ears come forward eagerly, and the frost of her gaze melts rapidly. The onyx mare takes a single step towards the man, her aura yearning to return to her birth home, to her sister, to the caves she will always know intimately, to the men who would protect her indefinitely.
But it is not to be.
Sagging dispiritedly, Xiah gazes apologetically towards the Tundraman, a gentle despair crawling in the waters of her eyes. “I’m sorry, Brynmor, I want to come back home, I miss everyone like you wouldn’t believe but -” and here her hard, snarky armor comes back to play “- but I need to belong, and unless you can offer me the cave, I’ll never really belong in the Tundra.”
Allowing one final mourning glance to the storm-grey stallion, Xiah side-steps, positioning herself next to Nymphetamine. The fragile part of her heart that clung to the Tundra quietly shatters, its remains falling like dust, an unseen memory of what was, and what could have been - and perhaps what will be again.
Forcing herself to look forward, Xiah gestures with her spiralling horn and says: “Lead the way, you useless chav.”
You won't have any friends, and I'll live in a room
With flowers on the walls, and golden doorknobs