Gale
started under neon lights, then it all got dark
i only know how to go too far
She doesn’t care if he likes it, she says, and Gale smiles.
At least her defiance had not changed. Though he’d commanded obedience of her for a time, the cursed creature had come to prefer her free. She’d grown ever more vicious with their time together, free of the restraints of morality, delighting him in every possible way. And he’d let himself be delighted and seduced, willfully turning his back on the power and chaos he had promised her in exchange for seclusion in Hyaline.
His taking of Tephra had forced him to that realization, had opened his eyes to how weak he had allowed himself to become. He’d grown soft - with her, with Malik, with Bolder - left himself vulnerable. Cutting her off had been the only solution he could come up with when he’d turned his back on her nearly a year ago.
He hadn’t even been able to hurt her without invoking aid. What a fool he’d been. He should have just killed her then. He knows that now. She certainly hadn’t had any qualms about dropping him down to break across the mountainside.
Despite the way her taunting echoes that of their last conversation - when she’d called him useless, a disappointment, mocking his choice not to fight her - there remains that suspicious brightness in her eyes. The fullness of her laugh. This is not the white rage Mazikeen that even a magician cannot control. This is something different in a way that is beyond the dream.
Perhaps it is better this way, he thinks. There is less of a chance for him to slip up with this unfamiliar Mazikeen, the one who meets his gaze with clear orange eyes that he’s not seen in years. He will be able to kill her, he knows, and the anticipation races through his body, manifesting in the ever more rapid flicker of lightning across his skin.
He is ready for her attack. Her claws dig into the wide expanse of his navy chest, knocking him back. He sinks his teeth into her right foreleg as he feels the back of his hips crack against the edge of the cliff. And then the pair of them are spinning toward the jagged rocks below.
The rocky crags become choppy waves as they land, the impact knocking the wind from him, and then the water becomes a field of endless snow with crisp air to inhale when the ability returns to them. Each change comes with a flash of lightning, his influence on the world her dreaming mind creates. As soon as he can turn to face her he does, whipping the blade-edged tail behind him in anticipation of her attack.
Mazikeen is not enjoying their fight, but he is.
It has been a very long time since he’s made Mazikeen do anything she didn’t want to. He’d forgotten how good it felt.
He darts forward, tail slicing toward her left side while he attempts to close his teeth around the same foreleg he'd held a moment earlier.
@Mazikeen
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