It struck her suddenly how naive the world outside her childhood nest could be, now that Eyas was seeing through the veil. Satana was so sure of himself and also of Eyas’ place in this world: he was a male escorting a female, they were going to get a bite to eat (hah, take that Set) and what more was there? With her black eyes trained steadily upon the draconic stallion, Eyas settled patiently underneath the loveable lashing of his tongue and remarked to herself on the wonders of a narrow mind like Tana’s. For him everything comes so easily, she had to remind herself lest her patience and genteel humor wore off, he’s so used to living life by his rules that he never considers I am the one who breaks them.
She’d given him fair enough warning, said warning rolled right off his scaled hide like most attacks would. She’d tried her best to explain but no explanation would make it past his thick skull and if did, the bony pegasus mare doubted he would take it to heart.
They move on from pleasantries - had she offended him? Good - and dive past formalities. The harder Santana’s tone got, the more still and calm Eyas seemed to grow. “You mistake me sir,” came her first response, carefully spoken through closed teeth until it became a soft hiss, “for someone who gives a shit.” The quiet little mare remarked, angling her head and quirking her mouth into a soft grin.
Her knobbed knees bent and led her closer to where he waited. “Let me give you a more direct edict, since polite conversation seems beneath you.” There inside her tone wavered an unspoken threat; she held the look he gave her and returned it with one that began to gleam dangerously. Gently, she made the connection and let her manipulation wash over him - that peaceful wave of white serenity, a moment where he would feel like all train of thought was lost. “You won’t be taking me anywhere.” She told him casually while the trees around them suddenly burst into life, breaking apart into countless blackbirds that fluttered apart from each other soundlessly, leaving the forest around them bare and completely exposed.
They appeared to be alone now, the two of them, facing off in a barren wasteland that had once been Beqanna.
“And I’m not some windswept pheasant.” The caked and matted fur fell away, revealing a gleaming mare colored like bone and etched with ebony markings. She flared her wings above her head, but all the while her concentration remained and the blackness of her eyes began to leak out into the white sclera, pooling like dangerous ink until it blotted out everything. Something deep within her shifted and woke, pushed on by her anger while it grasped hungrily for Santana’s soul.
“My name is Eyas.” Her lowered voice echoed around them in the emptiness, and if ‘Tana made to move away now he would find that task incredibly hard. Her own limbs felt lighter somehow, as if she floated in the air.
“You’d do well to remember that, little lizard.” Her words came out like tempered iron and the willpower she imposed upon Santana should’ve been a very physical, very uncomfortable thing. No soul enjoys losing it’s independence, but Eyas fought dirty and clutched even harder to what life force she could find in him until, exhaling, she released and withdrew back into her own skin.
Panting yet grinning through a clenched jaw, Eyas trembled at what she’d awoken. New power, the black rim of light just like Heartfire’s bright blue, and it was there inside of her for the taking if she wanted. “Now where were we? You mentioned a meal?” The mare blinked, her eyes returning to their previous state of normalcy and the horrible, matted fur growing in again... just like the Forest that immediately came back into view around them.
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She’d given him fair enough warning, said warning rolled right off his scaled hide like most attacks would. She’d tried her best to explain but no explanation would make it past his thick skull and if did, the bony pegasus mare doubted he would take it to heart.
They move on from pleasantries - had she offended him? Good - and dive past formalities. The harder Santana’s tone got, the more still and calm Eyas seemed to grow. “You mistake me sir,” came her first response, carefully spoken through closed teeth until it became a soft hiss, “for someone who gives a shit.” The quiet little mare remarked, angling her head and quirking her mouth into a soft grin.
Her knobbed knees bent and led her closer to where he waited. “Let me give you a more direct edict, since polite conversation seems beneath you.” There inside her tone wavered an unspoken threat; she held the look he gave her and returned it with one that began to gleam dangerously. Gently, she made the connection and let her manipulation wash over him - that peaceful wave of white serenity, a moment where he would feel like all train of thought was lost. “You won’t be taking me anywhere.” She told him casually while the trees around them suddenly burst into life, breaking apart into countless blackbirds that fluttered apart from each other soundlessly, leaving the forest around them bare and completely exposed.
They appeared to be alone now, the two of them, facing off in a barren wasteland that had once been Beqanna.
“And I’m not some windswept pheasant.” The caked and matted fur fell away, revealing a gleaming mare colored like bone and etched with ebony markings. She flared her wings above her head, but all the while her concentration remained and the blackness of her eyes began to leak out into the white sclera, pooling like dangerous ink until it blotted out everything. Something deep within her shifted and woke, pushed on by her anger while it grasped hungrily for Santana’s soul.
“My name is Eyas.” Her lowered voice echoed around them in the emptiness, and if ‘Tana made to move away now he would find that task incredibly hard. Her own limbs felt lighter somehow, as if she floated in the air.
“You’d do well to remember that, little lizard.” Her words came out like tempered iron and the willpower she imposed upon Santana should’ve been a very physical, very uncomfortable thing. No soul enjoys losing it’s independence, but Eyas fought dirty and clutched even harder to what life force she could find in him until, exhaling, she released and withdrew back into her own skin.
Panting yet grinning through a clenched jaw, Eyas trembled at what she’d awoken. New power, the black rim of light just like Heartfire’s bright blue, and it was there inside of her for the taking if she wanted. “Now where were we? You mentioned a meal?” The mare blinked, her eyes returning to their previous state of normalcy and the horrible, matted fur growing in again... just like the Forest that immediately came back into view around them.
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