stranger in this land; colby pony

[sochi]

Sochi

darling, you're wild-eyed, empty, and tongue-tied
maybe you need me or maybe you don't

His answer intrigues her, although she had suspected he might say as much, and the corners of her lips turn up in an almost wolfish smile. “I can’t imagine why not,” she quips lightly, although there is not much humor on her harsh features. She has spent too long hiding the truth of herself to feel joy at the idea of another doing the same. She cannot imagine what it must be like to live such a transient life—never sticking to one place for long, never letting another see you—but there is part of her that respects it.

Even longs for such an independent and lonely life.

Still, she doesn’t reveal such thoughts, weaknesses that they are, and instead studies him with the same cool detachment, her silvery eyes unreadable. At his next line of questioning, she merely rolls a scarred shoulder, flicking the edges of her tail against her haunches. “I don’t feel like I am choosing sides anymore.” A quick curve of her lip. “Perhaps once I felt that way, but now both are me, and I wear the form that makes the most sense for the moment. They do not battle against one another any longer.”

She no longer is ashamed of her predatory body, her predatory needs.

She no longer is ashamed of the weakness of her body of prey.

She feels a strange calm at the realization, a balance that she hadn’t even realized that she had been trying to find that had somehow clicked into place when she wasn’t even looking.

“If you would ever like to find a place to rest—a place where you do not need to hide,” she turns her gaze to the coming sunrise, the evidence of it just beginning to peek through the trees, just barely showing.

“You can come to Loess and find a home.”

playing the slow rooms, howling at half moons
if you are a Queen then, honey, I am a wolf

@[Nightlock]