If you want revenge done right, you do it yourself. I have no qualms with that ideal; being alone and serving my own interests has been a hobby of mine for some time now, and it suits me well enough. I’ve got a place to call home now that the sun is back in orbit, though I’m not sure how anyone would think of the Sylvian forest as your typical ‘home’. Wasn’t a warm and fuzzy sort of forest, you know. More dark, dismal, and dank - nothing like the island I grew up splashing around in while hitchhiking on Aedan’s good graces.
I liked the place anyways. It had a way of growing on a horse, just like the headmistress or “queen of doom” (as I liked to think of her) did. Sabra was one hellcat of a crazy bitch and I liked her, for all her obvious flaws and … strangeness. The golden woods suited her just fine and she seemed neither annoyed nor happy about my being there, so I took it as a sign I could stay. Best of all, she seemed the kind of mare inclined to havoc and mayhem which, again, suited me just fine.
‘Cause I had some mayhem to stir up.
I’d tracked her down slowly - the palomino with a touch of gold who’d tried her nerve against mine a few years ago before the Eclipse. Things like finding specific horses on a water-logged continent like Beqanna weren’t exactly walks in the meadow. I couldn’t just go out flying one day and magically discern where she lived from pure luck, but after months of searching I’d started to contemplate climbing that damn mountain and asking for something like that. The sun coming back helped a little, at least. Every scared ninny crawled back out of the woodwork at the first sign of springtime food, and then not a season later they were all back at it: humping like damn rabbits as if the apocalypse hadn’t just been narrowly avoided.
It’d cost me a few droll conversations, but one miserable evening when the cloud cover was gray and the wind was a bit chilly I’d gotten my big break. Another buckskin had sworn up and down the mare I was looking for belonged to Pangea, so I’d given him the benefit of the doubt and decided to meander down that way for a little look-see. Then I waited. A while later, the weather had warmed a little and the sun was just beginning to lay down for a good long nap when I caught the familiar scent: something like an awareness wriggled inside of me too - I’d brushed that soul before, and the sensation had my black mouth curling up.
“Gotcha now, goldilocks.” I thought, eyes flashing as I took to the sky. When I found her down below, I didn’t hesitate. I knew her from our last encounter and stretched the willing arm of my dark magic out to try and grasp her fighter’s spirit in the arcane paw of it, dipping low out of the sky in attempt to possess her body lightly at first, just enough so she’d know who it was and maybe take her off her intended path a step or two. Then, when I was sure that she felt it, I thudded down to land and threw back my head, letting the orange color of my pupils flow unnaturally to every corner of my eyes and sending a good measure of my bodily strength out too so I could rear the hand of possession back and slap her with it, hard. No escaping this time, dirty girl.
“You’re coming with me.” I thought, trying hard to pour my wretched soul into the limbs of her body so that I could move them against her will and guide her forcefully back to Sylva.
I liked the place anyways. It had a way of growing on a horse, just like the headmistress or “queen of doom” (as I liked to think of her) did. Sabra was one hellcat of a crazy bitch and I liked her, for all her obvious flaws and … strangeness. The golden woods suited her just fine and she seemed neither annoyed nor happy about my being there, so I took it as a sign I could stay. Best of all, she seemed the kind of mare inclined to havoc and mayhem which, again, suited me just fine.
‘Cause I had some mayhem to stir up.
I’d tracked her down slowly - the palomino with a touch of gold who’d tried her nerve against mine a few years ago before the Eclipse. Things like finding specific horses on a water-logged continent like Beqanna weren’t exactly walks in the meadow. I couldn’t just go out flying one day and magically discern where she lived from pure luck, but after months of searching I’d started to contemplate climbing that damn mountain and asking for something like that. The sun coming back helped a little, at least. Every scared ninny crawled back out of the woodwork at the first sign of springtime food, and then not a season later they were all back at it: humping like damn rabbits as if the apocalypse hadn’t just been narrowly avoided.
It’d cost me a few droll conversations, but one miserable evening when the cloud cover was gray and the wind was a bit chilly I’d gotten my big break. Another buckskin had sworn up and down the mare I was looking for belonged to Pangea, so I’d given him the benefit of the doubt and decided to meander down that way for a little look-see. Then I waited. A while later, the weather had warmed a little and the sun was just beginning to lay down for a good long nap when I caught the familiar scent: something like an awareness wriggled inside of me too - I’d brushed that soul before, and the sensation had my black mouth curling up.
“Gotcha now, goldilocks.” I thought, eyes flashing as I took to the sky. When I found her down below, I didn’t hesitate. I knew her from our last encounter and stretched the willing arm of my dark magic out to try and grasp her fighter’s spirit in the arcane paw of it, dipping low out of the sky in attempt to possess her body lightly at first, just enough so she’d know who it was and maybe take her off her intended path a step or two. Then, when I was sure that she felt it, I thudded down to land and threw back my head, letting the orange color of my pupils flow unnaturally to every corner of my eyes and sending a good measure of my bodily strength out too so I could rear the hand of possession back and slap her with it, hard. No escaping this time, dirty girl.
“You’re coming with me.” I thought, trying hard to pour my wretched soul into the limbs of her body so that I could move them against her will and guide her forcefully back to Sylva.
Narcisus
Narcisus is attempting to steal @[Aela] for an entire BQ year
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