[private] take a bite and let it linger

[Mazikeen]

It’s occurred to Mazikeen recently that she is not well-travelled. Many of the lands across Beqanna are unknown to her, seen in glimpses as she flies over them and little else. For someone who thought she would never stay in one place, she certainly dug her heels in when the pack had moved to Hyaline and stayed put. The restlessness she had felt as a filly has returned to her with sharper edges and darker thoughts of how to satisfy it. She does not know what she is searching for this morning but she hopes whatever it is ends in blood. As though wanting to manifest this, when she enters the forest her coat is a deep red. Her scars are a little less noticeable this way, at least from a distance. Will she see one of her old friends here? Mazikeen cannot decide whether she wants to or not. It could be fun, letting them see her as she is now, or it could be annoying. There are ways to deal with those who annoy her that she enjoys now, though she isn’t sure it is wise to start feasting on those that know her. So maybe it is better to be something, someone, they will not recognize right away. The memories that come to her as she wanders the forest are hazy with her detachment to them. She remembers meeting Wishbone here, the way she had burned with pain when the mare she had just met died before her eyes. This was where she had met Firion for the first time, where she had died and where she had met Reave when she had come here to confront her fears. None of it means much to her anymore. There’s no lingering affection for the friends she had made, no bitterness, and no fear. These memories may as well be stories someone else has told her for all they matter to her now, and when Mazikeen thinks she recognizes the place she had bled out - she simply blinks her red-orange eyes and continues to walk deeper into the shadows to see what she might find there. m a z i k e e n .

 

@Aela