The light fades, her eyes readjust, and she is sure that she has killed him.
Her knees buckle slightly, as the thing becomes visible, from a mix of satisfaction and repulsion at the charred mass her attacker has become. Relief floods through her body and the seafoam filly lets out a sigh, dropping her tough girl facade, and looking closer at the corps.
His disfigured form disgusts her, but still, she looks at it with morbid curiosity. The strangeness of the situation keeps her there trying to answer her own questions and before she can grow bored with looking the dead thing twitches and rises - reassembling himself piece by piece.
For the first time in her life, Celest knows fear.
He brings his canine face level with hers, hissing words that are lost in her horror. Dread freezes her heart and trickles out in cool tendrils down her front legs and up her neck. For a moment, she forgets to breathe.
He introduces himself as if she had asked his name as if they were normal children in a casual meeting and hot anger replaces the cool dread.
Fight all you want, he spits, and she knows it’s a lie.
She doesn’t move, she stands with the mud above her hooves and her eyes as hard as gemstones. “You were dead. I killed you,” she murmurs, more to herself than him. It wasn’t fair, she had won. She roasted him alive, she had foreseen him sneaking up on her and she had bested him and now he was making demands. And as his pink lips turn down, she sees in his face what she can only name hatred, and her own feelings are whipped up into a similar storm.
But she had seen the pain in his eyes, death did not come easy for him, it seemed.
“How about, If you cooperate I’ll make this easy on you.” She speaks low and along her spine, the purple light begins to glow through her skin- she glares at him to hide the effort that her bluff is costing her. “Have you ever tried to bring yourself back to life twice in a row, Crevan? Or three times? Or FOUR? You are no god, your power has limits.” She wasn’t looking for an answer, so she continues without pausing for one. “I killed you once and I’ll kill you again, and maybe this time when you start to put your pretty fur back on your charred skin I’ll kill you again and we can find out how many times in one day you can die before the game is up.” She mirrors his action, the only threatening creature she has yet to meet, and pulls her lips back in a slight snarl.
“But we don’t have to do that. Tell me where it is you are so kindly escorting me - and don’t just give me a fucking name, explain yourself - I’m not going to play a guessing game with you. As long as you're talking, I’ll walk.” She knew this land better than most, and she knew there was a whole lot of nothing between The River and anywhere else.
Her knees buckle slightly, as the thing becomes visible, from a mix of satisfaction and repulsion at the charred mass her attacker has become. Relief floods through her body and the seafoam filly lets out a sigh, dropping her tough girl facade, and looking closer at the corps.
His disfigured form disgusts her, but still, she looks at it with morbid curiosity. The strangeness of the situation keeps her there trying to answer her own questions and before she can grow bored with looking the dead thing twitches and rises - reassembling himself piece by piece.
For the first time in her life, Celest knows fear.
He brings his canine face level with hers, hissing words that are lost in her horror. Dread freezes her heart and trickles out in cool tendrils down her front legs and up her neck. For a moment, she forgets to breathe.
He introduces himself as if she had asked his name as if they were normal children in a casual meeting and hot anger replaces the cool dread.
Fight all you want, he spits, and she knows it’s a lie.
She doesn’t move, she stands with the mud above her hooves and her eyes as hard as gemstones. “You were dead. I killed you,” she murmurs, more to herself than him. It wasn’t fair, she had won. She roasted him alive, she had foreseen him sneaking up on her and she had bested him and now he was making demands. And as his pink lips turn down, she sees in his face what she can only name hatred, and her own feelings are whipped up into a similar storm.
But she had seen the pain in his eyes, death did not come easy for him, it seemed.
“How about, If you cooperate I’ll make this easy on you.” She speaks low and along her spine, the purple light begins to glow through her skin- she glares at him to hide the effort that her bluff is costing her. “Have you ever tried to bring yourself back to life twice in a row, Crevan? Or three times? Or FOUR? You are no god, your power has limits.” She wasn’t looking for an answer, so she continues without pausing for one. “I killed you once and I’ll kill you again, and maybe this time when you start to put your pretty fur back on your charred skin I’ll kill you again and we can find out how many times in one day you can die before the game is up.” She mirrors his action, the only threatening creature she has yet to meet, and pulls her lips back in a slight snarl.
“But we don’t have to do that. Tell me where it is you are so kindly escorting me - and don’t just give me a fucking name, explain yourself - I’m not going to play a guessing game with you. As long as you're talking, I’ll walk.” She knew this land better than most, and she knew there was a whole lot of nothing between The River and anywhere else.
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