I love the way you rake my skin, I feel the hate you place inside.
Femur was fed the kind of terror that leaves even your bones shaking inside your skin through her mother’s milk. Not that her mother had been the most fearful sort, quite the opposite in fact - she was one of the few that stood up to the gift-giver, the one who could reach inside you and rip your deepest darkest fear right out of you and make it tangible and terrifying. Her father was a lowly sort of god that had looked down on her momentarily in disdain though she showed more promise than her older twin brothers, from the moment he glimpsed her little fanged mouth sneering back at his face. Some dim dark part of him must have loved her just a little bit, but her mother loved her enough for both of them. Her mother had been wise like that. So, she liked to cause a little mayhem here and there but nothing too awful that left them fearing her name like her father’s was.She has not the aspirations that Wound does.
For kith and kin, babies fattening the belly and a stallion to slobber all over her. Truth is, she never considered it but it is fast becoming possible thanks to Longclaw. How the shimmering blue stallion had crept up on her in the woods and snuck his way into her dark little heart will forever remain a mystery but he’s opened up parts of Femur that she never thought existed. Never dared believe existed. Maybe Wound looked for something similar and that, Femur could understand just the tiniest bit even if she had just lucked into love rather than sought it. Even seeking it, she is certain that this mare will find the things she desires in this life. She just has that look of sheer determination about her despite her leg and the continued stares. Femur thinks she’ll do just fine, there will be some stallion that will sweep her off her feet, lame one and all.
Besides, how many love stories have come out of the ash and smoke of Tephra?
Countless. The blind, one-eyed and the scarred call that place home and she’s seen enough of them in her invisible lurking to know that the land harbors a fair amount of messed up partners. Yes, Wound would fit in nicely there…
“Oh, well that can complicate things then can’t it?” No wonder the mare is unused to the amount of stares despite her unbothered facade. Still, Femur has to commend her for holding up so well against the looks and the whispers. Perhaps her own perturbance stems from the fact that she was raised in a place where the grim and gaunt looking was a natural state of affairs, maimed and malnutritioned was a preferred norm. Here, too much emphasis is placed on how correct one stands and looks from the beautiful dish of a face showing desert heritage to a straight limb and a good back. No, Femur prefers those like Wound that show their inherent ugliness on the outside. But that ugliness is something that Femur finds attractive and more real than horns and wings and cheerful fake smiles.
It gets awfully quiet, almost awkward like as she awaits an answer from the mare. Perhaps she is still considering? Though Femur has no clue what there is to consider: remain, amidst the gawking or go, make something of herself? Okay, as an afterthought, that does bear some amount of consideration because it is easy to stand here and suffer the stares and another thing entirely to go be someone, someone grand and purposeful who takes life between the teeth and gives it a good shake. She feels the critical gaze of the girl on her and meets it with a blunt stare; Femur realizes the girl is giving it some thought and then, her mind is made up!
“Good!” she declares.
“That settles it then. We’re off to Tephra.” and without so much as a backward glance to make sure the mare follows, Femur sets an easy pace for the volcanic realm with her new charge in tow. Smart girl, she thinks, to reason out whether to stay or go. Smarter for deciding to go, she decides with a toothy smile and a glance back at her newfound companion. Won’t Longclaw be proud of her now for doing something useful in his prolonged absences from her side?Femur
@[wound] post in Tephra? <3