02-28-2017, 09:37 PM
-Raeg'n-
There was a burning determination in the star of her eyes, molten gold with the strength of steel. The moonlight glimmered across her midnight coat, catching on the barest flecks buried in her skin like a metallic twinkle of starlight. One.. It was hard to notice against the nebula-orange of her hair as she raced across the lands, her strides methodically eating ground to maintain a distance between the two she left behind. Ruan and Raksha would catch up in time. He was safe with the silent guardian.
She had to do this part alone.
A pale trickle of fear entwined with her hardened resolve, twisted tendrils of ice that could almost be fingered like a cold chain around her neck. Two.. Every few minutes her magic would spark inside her, removing fatigue, curing aches. She kept count, always kept count. Needed to track the power each time it trilled through her without any ability to control it. Instantaneous. Involuntary.
When she finally caught sight of him, he was facing her. He always knew she was coming. Always. She slowed, came to a stop at a distance from him. Enough to speak, only. Her heart raced even though her breath came evenly, as though she hadn't just been pushing herself to get here before them. The whole of her body was refreshed. And yet that pulse shared tempo to a cornered hare. He was the only thing she was afraid of. Not because he could hurt her; she healed. Always healed. Not because he could hurt Ruan; he had her. And she healed, always healed.
But yes, there was a fear. An uncertainty she dearly wished she could smother and stamp out. Just like his life should be stamped out of existence. Her jaw tensed, her face stern. Bold.
I won't let you hurt him, she warned though he already knew it, always prepared to place herself before him to take the blows, to take the heat. It was what she was meant for. It would take her life one day, but she was meant for that too. Her boy would live.
She didn't glance behind her. They were still a ways out, she knew. There was still time. What do you want with him? She swallowed, and waited, fire-gold eyes holding his evenly.
She had to do this part alone.
A pale trickle of fear entwined with her hardened resolve, twisted tendrils of ice that could almost be fingered like a cold chain around her neck. Two.. Every few minutes her magic would spark inside her, removing fatigue, curing aches. She kept count, always kept count. Needed to track the power each time it trilled through her without any ability to control it. Instantaneous. Involuntary.
When she finally caught sight of him, he was facing her. He always knew she was coming. Always. She slowed, came to a stop at a distance from him. Enough to speak, only. Her heart raced even though her breath came evenly, as though she hadn't just been pushing herself to get here before them. The whole of her body was refreshed. And yet that pulse shared tempo to a cornered hare. He was the only thing she was afraid of. Not because he could hurt her; she healed. Always healed. Not because he could hurt Ruan; he had her. And she healed, always healed.
But yes, there was a fear. An uncertainty she dearly wished she could smother and stamp out. Just like his life should be stamped out of existence. Her jaw tensed, her face stern. Bold.
I won't let you hurt him, she warned though he already knew it, always prepared to place herself before him to take the blows, to take the heat. It was what she was meant for. It would take her life one day, but she was meant for that too. Her boy would live.
She didn't glance behind her. They were still a ways out, she knew. There was still time. What do you want with him? She swallowed, and waited, fire-gold eyes holding his evenly.