violence
Save for their common power, she is his opposite – bred of monsters, raised drenched in power. She does not look particularly unique, having inherited none of her father’s monstrous features or her mother’s sharp angles, she looks far too plain, too equine, but she compensates by beckoning forth bones, by making them march beside her. Someday she wants to wear them – a skull over hers, a mask – but she has yet to find anything fitting.
“It’s more fun when they know,” she says, and her voice is low, as if making confession, “more fun when they know, and still can’t stop it.”
She is, of course, untested in battle, or even against many others – she’s met a few, all ones weaker than she, but she is no means the most powerful thing on Beqanna. But she’s lived isolated, daughter of monsters and magicians, and she believes herself invincible in the way only the young and foolish can.
She laughs, though, at his snarl, the pinned ears. She’s still laughing as he whirls to attack her, the hooves flying a hair’s length from her cheek. The bone-creature shrieks, a high and hellish sound, and for a moment it trembles as her concentration wavers. But then she composes herself, and the bone-thing stands tall and quiet again, and the man offers up amusement to distract her from the playground of his mind (not much of a playground, she found his thoughts dull, really).
He offers up a challenge, and she accepts it greedily.
“Of course I can,” she says, but her voice is bright and her dark eyes are already focused on the distant spot, already she calls out for bones.
She can’t quite identify what it is, at this distance, but she feels something - so she calls out to it, thinks rise. For a moment there is nothing, and then a disturbance in the earth, and in the distance a dead thing stutters and rises in the distance.
She looks at him sideways, still grinning, “bring it closer.”
I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips
pffft i am queen of making people wait so <33