the truth is you could slit my throat; any

[Eld]

the truth is you could slit my throat, -☆- 'That's good then. I think. Because if you aren't real then.. it would mean I'm.. it would mean...' my words trickle, like wayward leaves flying on the breeze, getting lost in all directions. My skull throbs with unease and it feels like a thousand knives cut deeper and deeper into my brain, burrowing into the vault of memories. I blow a quivering snort, it flutters my warm nostrils with a hot breath. My viridian eyes draw up to meet those of the steed. 'I'm digging myself a hole, aren't I?' it was like I already had a shovel and was digging the hole further and further down into the deep darkness of the earth. But the chestnut mottled stallion wears a smile like a badge with pride and it makes me settle a little, my own lips tugging into what would hopefully appear as a smile, not some strange grimace of a frown. I steady myself, managing now to stand upright; his body heat was the little nudge I needed in the right direction. That thought made my eyes run over him, a majestic knight swooping down to come and rescue the damsel in distress. My mother had woven such glorious little tales when I was a babe, but I found out her whimsy had been misplaced and her deception as hurtful as the look she gave me when I left. There were not really glorified knights saving damsels. Or if there were, then I surely was not a fair-haired maiden. Thickset and chunky with errant red hair and feathers, I was something else entirely. My thoughts fracture then and I shake my crown, dishevelling the thick, yet drying lumps of strawberry mane. 'Krieos. It's very nice to meet you, Krieos. I now have a name for my saviour.' I tilt my head again, slightly to the left, my eyes trailing over him. the smile creeping larger on my lips. 'Oh. My name?' I had been encased in what seemed like a frozen prison, for what felt like an eternity, my mind, be it a little foggy, was starting to thaw just like my red roan body. 'I'm Eld.' I pause and flick my ears forward in unison, like wet squirrel tails. 'I'm feeling grand -- well, as grand as can be. Thank you kindly, Krieos. I think.. I think I'd be a giant icicle by now.' -☆- and i'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt; wanderer

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