Iset
goddamn right
you should be scared of me
She practically growls at Amet when he goes off on her, and his final words have barely left his mouth before more are flying from her own. She laughs humorlessly, “You’re right! You were weak! Not only weak, you’re a damn coward! You’re so scared for yourself that you left us with Him to die! At least I tried to take Sakir! He stayed of his own accord. But this,” she shakes her head roughly and her eyes flick to her prone twin, “This is all. On. You,” with every word she grows quieter and her tone harsher, taking a step forwards each time and ending up in her brother’s face. Tears spring from her eyes anew, this time not in grief but in anger. you should be scared of me
The white mare flies off then and leaves them. Iset has never been to keen on relying on someone other than her twin. Even Amet, who was with them through it all, had never shared to connection with his sister that she did with her twin. But when the feathered woman flies off with no real promise of return, Iset feels her stomach drop. She was an adult, the only adult that they had access to. They were children, what were they supposed to do on their own? They would probably hurt Sakir more than they could help him.
She glances up at her brother from her position on the ground, wrapped around her twin the same way she imagines they had been in their mother’s womb. She keeps her mouth solidly shut at Amet’s next words to her, refuses to acknowledge the obviousness and stupidity of them.
Because, naturally, they were just going to leave him there. Dumbass.
She doesn’t move, doesn’t speak until a new stranger joins their little trio. A stallion this time. Well, part stallion at least; part bird too, apparently. Unfortunately, Iset was too distracted by her sickly twin to fully appreciate the awesomeness of the shapeshifter.
He speaks to them, but it is all a blur. She was loosing focus just as quickly and severely as her brother had, and his calm words flew straight over her head. She nods distractedly, unsure of what she was agreeing to. However, when the stallion closes the distance between them and lays his nose on Sakir, the filly bares her teeth and nips harshly at his neck. Before she could scream at him however, to tell him that if he touches her sibling again she’ll make him wish he was dead, she feels a change in the colt at her side.
His lungs expand further, his heartbeat quickens, and then evens; she can feel him coming back to life. Distracted and astonished, she barely notices as the stallion takes a wobbly step back and mumbles a few words before switching back into the form in which he arrived.
Sakir’s head lifts, the first real movement he had made since she had found him, and Iset’s heart swells with joy and excitement. Her twin thanks the retreating stallion with words that should have been too heavy for him to form.
But they weren’t.
He tosses a teasing remark her way and the metallic filly had never been happier to be on the receiving end of one of his smart retorts. He rose then, leaving her alone on the ground and bereft of his heat. She stays on the ground temporarily, still in shock at the recovery that was nothing short of miraculous.
He approaches and speaks to Amet gently, much kinder and softer than Iset and her temper had been. She rises and comes between them, her anger still fresh and tangible enough that she didn’t want the source of her anger to be anywhere near the current source of her joy.
“And I wonder why you thought you’d never see him again?” She questioned sharply, speaking to Sakir but her tone and cutting glare directed at their older brother. She snakes her neck underneath her twin’s, pushing firmly into his side before whispering softly to him, “Lets go home. You’ll love it there."
@[Amet] @[Sakir] @[Snowphish]