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[Sabra]

Sabra

I don't turn back when he speaks again, my tail thrashing the only response he gets. Liked me better alive? As if he'd been sitting around waiting for me to return. Somehow I found that idea incredibly doubtful. I made it another three steps before he spoke again. 

My hooves froze to the ground. Speaking to the air in front of me, I clipped my words off one by one. "And let you drive it deeper? No, thank you." There was no real malice in my voice, but an oblique pain that wouldn't be eased. My last memory of life was his teeth in my throat, his glee at my demise. There was no trust between us, even without the lance's influence. 

My wings lift in guarded reaction, hoping to deflect the weight of his gaze on my back. It's a vain hope, but that's all I'm made of. Vanity, stubbornness and pride. A monument of sins with nothing to redeem myself by.

I wanna be Immortal, like a God in the sky


I wanna be a silk flower, like I'm never gonna die

Photo by Kareva Margarita


@[Leilan]