[open] Little Sister

[Tioga]

You were automatic, as hollow as the 'o' in God.

There is nothing for me to do but wander. I am for the time being homeless, yet I have joined others in an effort to change that. While the group is not one I would usually find myself in the company of, somehow it doesn’t feel entirely wrong to engage them. It’s that inner dilemma I face, still, after all these years. Good and bad, right and wrong, I am the product of polar opposites and I face the challenges of that daily. Mother was so soft, so gentle and sweet, good in all ways that are possible to be so- Mother was weak. Father was strong, crafty and manipulative- Father was a devil in disguise.

I shake my head, my bleached mane falling limp and dry around my neck, across my temple. I do not know why I linger so long and hard on these thoughts of my origins, perhaps it is because the world is new again and I find myself returning to that original state. To the beginning of everything, of my life.

It doesn’t take much effort or energy to roam the Meadow, yet I do so vigilantly. I must assist the others if I am to be of any use because I am not one who will show up empty handed. When we must ask the fae for a space of our own I will be there, I will give them their due, as well as the Dark God. I know he will have it regardless and I do not wish to test his patience with me, to dabble with his favor because I do not take it as something earned lightly- if earned at all is possible.

The girl is amongst the flowers, purple and fragrant and lovely. I whicker to her, low and light, lower my own head because I am so large. Often I am found imposing, scary, and formidable but today I do not need my size to assist me with keeping devils at bay. “Hello,” I try, the word heavy and awkward from my mouth, how strange I must sound. At least I do not have to hear myself.

{TIOGA}

khaos x wichita

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