Zephyr
She hears him before she sees him, her hearing still heightened from the years of blindness.
"Who are you? And what the hell happened?" The voice spits, and she cranes her neck to stare down at the iridescent blue figure. He is tall, slim, but heavily muscled to make up for lack of stockiness. She glances over his body, then looks back into his eyes with her own milky hues.
And then she hears it, a rustle in the bushes, a stalker in the Tephran grasslands. Without warning, her newfound orbs shift, and the world becomes a canvas of blues and greens around her. As she looks around, she finds the bright oranges and reds of the lurking equine. Deciding to ignore it for the time being, she looks back to the stranger, and her eyes shift back to normal.
"I am Zephyr," She begins, unafraid despite the barking, authoritative tone he has. "I live here...and as for these..." A gesture to the scars across her body, a wink of the scarred eye. "You don't want to know." She shrugs her shoulders, then turns her body completely so she is face to face with the blue warg.
What was the point in explaining this to him? He could never understand, he would never feel the pain that Carnage had put her through (with the brand to prove it). Nothing would ever be the same now - she was not the same now. While she felt beaten down and broken, she felt a new sense of braveness and meaning. She had learned her lesson about fear... but how could she prove it?
when it's said and done, we'll have our scars to show
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