Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.
The grey stallion tilts his head at me with a diminishing smile, and for some reason that I cannot place, his placidity irks me. Just behind the clear blue of his eyes lurks something far more sinister, but I barely perceive it; no, I must simply be distrusting of others because of all that's been happening to me lately. Surrounded by darkness; breeding of it; it's me, not him.
(It's us.)
I watch analytically as the stallion idly takes a bite of grass, frowning a little at such laid back actions. In my time, interactions with other Beqannians have been far less casual, involving demons and dreams and sexual dalliances that often leave me spinning. Never mind the fact that I'm mother to a child that I didn't birth, somewhere in this very river-land... I frown more deeply at the thought of little Abysm, and look away when this calm-natured stallion continues his spiel.
"Such men are all that remain." I speak bitterly, throwing my head around to glare at the stallion. The honed tip of my black horn glimmers in the sunlight, and for a moment it speaks for me as I look at him from beneath lowered lashes. But ah... Even such men do not deserve to die at my own hands. At least, not this one. I relax my tensed muscles and shake out my mane; then, a step away.
"If you don't mind, I'll be on my way." I've better ways to spend the time than with such painfully boring people.
(It's us.)
I watch analytically as the stallion idly takes a bite of grass, frowning a little at such laid back actions. In my time, interactions with other Beqannians have been far less casual, involving demons and dreams and sexual dalliances that often leave me spinning. Never mind the fact that I'm mother to a child that I didn't birth, somewhere in this very river-land... I frown more deeply at the thought of little Abysm, and look away when this calm-natured stallion continues his spiel.
"Such men are all that remain." I speak bitterly, throwing my head around to glare at the stallion. The honed tip of my black horn glimmers in the sunlight, and for a moment it speaks for me as I look at him from beneath lowered lashes. But ah... Even such men do not deserve to die at my own hands. At least, not this one. I relax my tensed muscles and shake out my mane; then, a step away.
"If you don't mind, I'll be on my way." I've better ways to spend the time than with such painfully boring people.
Kagerus
the dreamer
Uhm, I lied. Kag is not pregnant any more lmao. Also? Feel free to powerplay Kag and make her stay if that's what you're into
I'm not trying to end the thread, just trying to create some ~*~*drama*~*~@[Gunsynd]
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