05-30-2017, 07:18 PM
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The Bone Creature walks toward Ajatar, closing the distance - pleased, for Ajatar knew it was a sentient being. It was its own beast. Ajatar knew the feeling - she was sure all of Pangea viewed her as an extension of her mother. Careless magician with murder in her eyes and chaos in her veins. They wanted to fear Ajatar, too (she saw it in the way Pollock and Rodrick eyed her up, tested her) but she wouldn't bow to it. She would not be like her mother, stoop to their level.
But the foul evil of her lineage runs in her veins like a train over tracks, hissing the words kill or be killed and don't let them laugh you're stronger you can destroy like a sick lullaby. The words are at the edges of her vision, always pushed down...
...until they're not, and the pox spreads.
"Baron La Croix," she says, naming the thing for what it was to her, long coat and top hat and all. She smiles at it then, a named thing has less power. The name holds all the meaning.
And then, the mare gives her - Violence. It's a word befitting the thing more than the girl, but Ajatar is not too young to know misdirection. Focus on the great beast that follows her, ignore the man behind the curtain. Violence will fit her name much like Ajatar will grow into hers.
"It's nice to meet you, Violence," she says, deciding she rather likes the name. "I am Ajatar, of Pangea."
But the foul evil of her lineage runs in her veins like a train over tracks, hissing the words kill or be killed and don't let them laugh you're stronger you can destroy like a sick lullaby. The words are at the edges of her vision, always pushed down...
...until they're not, and the pox spreads.
"Baron La Croix," she says, naming the thing for what it was to her, long coat and top hat and all. She smiles at it then, a named thing has less power. The name holds all the meaning.
And then, the mare gives her - Violence. It's a word befitting the thing more than the girl, but Ajatar is not too young to know misdirection. Focus on the great beast that follows her, ignore the man behind the curtain. Violence will fit her name much like Ajatar will grow into hers.
"It's nice to meet you, Violence," she says, deciding she rather likes the name. "I am Ajatar, of Pangea."
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