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[pyxis]

she'll lie and steal and cheat and beg you from her knees make you think she means it this time There was darkness in Pyxis too—and sadness, and confusion, and hurt. At the tender age of four, she had seen her father but once, and it was when the wild-eyed stallion had been running from her and her mother and her siblings. She had not understood it then and if she was being honest with herself, Pyxis still did not understand it now. He had run and left them all to fend for themselves—a family whose self-destruction streak seemed to run a mile wide. Even their mother, who was often soft-spoken, had a tendency to love too fiercely—clinging too tightly to those who mattered most. They were all beautiful in their own ways, even sweet when they wanted to be, but ultimately—they were just time bombs. But it didn’t matter, because it had taught Pyxis an important lesson, one that she had wrapped tight in her heart of hearts: love kills. Not only that, but it maims. It cripples. It completely destroys. So she had made a promise to herself that she would not love, not truly. There were some risks that she was not willing to take, some things that she was not willing to lay on the line. If she was going to self-destruct, it was going to be on her own terms. But not for someone else. Never for someone else. Of course, her rules did not extend to Ilka (and the rest of her family). Ilka, she loved whole heartedly. Ilka, she loved with every cell in her body. There was a softness to Ilka that seemed to be missing in the rest of them; a dreaminess that swept through her. Pyxis could not stop herself from wanting to protect it. So she had followed Ilka as she walked to the Gates with Malis by her side; she had felt the emotions welling up in her throat and the tearing of something in her gut. The Chamber did not drive her away as it did Ilka (there was something in the cool fog, in the beat of her grandfather’s heart in the soil, in the trees), but it did not claim her in the same way that it claimed the others. She could leave it and still live. So she trailed Ilka into this new kingdom with its sweetness and tranquil breezes, watching her intently with her ice blue eyes. It was only when Ilka was approached that Pyxis made herself known, walking up to the side of her sister and bumping her neck gently with her nose. “Hi,” she breathed gently before she turned her steady gaze to the other mare, taking her in passively before giving a sugared smile. “This is my sister, Ilka.” Syrupy sweet was not Pyxis’ norm, but she adapted well to what was around her. “And I’m Pyxis.”   she'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair but I still love her, I don't really care