there's fire in your blood
 | Mazikeen’s gaze shifts towards where Gale gestures, to a stallion grazing on his own. He hasn’t noticed them, a blessing of both obliviousness and where they stand downwind. She hasn’t bathed yet, hasn’t had a chance - what with being dead while Gale had taken the time to clean himself. After this, perhaps, she’ll lure him into the river and they’ll lose themselves in a new game amongst the water where they can see if she can still burn beneath the surface.
She thinks of these things and not the life she’s about to take because her empathy for this stranger does not exist. She doesn’t know his name, his family, his home. He is not protected under the promises Gale has made her, for whatever they are worth.
And Mazikeen is so hungry. For now, she does not care where this new hunger comes from (though of course - there is only one answer to that question). She only cares about the way it demands to be filled as she is just a single step behind Gale as they make their chase.
She moves easily to the horse’s opposite flank, racing in tandem with Gale and her heart thrills.
She had meant to savour the hunt, to keep this horse running until his heart gave out, to tear small pieces from him. Not enough to stop him but enough to heighten the fear. This is not the mare who had killed Sickle with a clean stroke, who had needed the filly to be unconscious before she would even consider doing it. Who had only sliced her daughter’s throat to stop the girl’s father from doing worse things.
Mazikeen does not trouble herself thinking about what she would do now in that situation because it does not matter. If it arises again, she will find out. She is not going to worry about things that are not in front of her.
Not while this horse is in front of her now. She stretches her elongated jaws out, her teeth catching on his flank and slowing him, but not stopping him as he wrenches free and when blood fills her mouth she loses all sense of self.
Her eyes turn more red than orange and for a moment she cannot see anything at all, so great is the bloodlust that rises in her. The hunger in her roars and fire breaks out across her skin. A wild, ferocious sound comes out of her and Mazikeen is lost to conscious thought.
m a z i k e e n . |
@ Gale
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