[mature] once upon a time, when the sun still used to shine

[Mazikeen]

Although she is incredibly curious about Wishbone - Mazikeen cannot shake the idea that someone - or something - else is nearby. She wishes they could spend this freaky night teasing one another - she likes the spark of humour she sees in the other mare’s amber eyes. It is good not to be threatened with that giant fossil but she can’t shake the urge to tell Wishbone to pick it up again. They might need it. “Just glimpses, haven’t seen one up close yet.” Mazikeen hopes the disappointment in her voice is a little more obvious than the worry. She does want to see one, wants to fight one even, but she hates the feeling of being stalked in the darkness. Like she's nothing more than a piece of meat waiting for a set of jaws. “I think there’s one close. Or something is close. I thought it was you but…” There’s a rustling in the trees off to the side and Mazikeen tenses. Both fear and excitement are pumping wildly through her veins and she isn’t sure which is stronger. She can see reasonably well already in the dark with the lion eyes she is sporting but even they can only do so much when there is so little light. So she calls forth her fire aura to surround herself with a thin arch of flame, careful not to let it get too close to Wishbone as her gaze watches the branches that are moving visibly now and she is sure that it’s no breeze. Wishbone’s presence emboldens her and she calls out “Alright whatever you are, enough of this spooky game crap. Come on out.” Her tail twitches behind her and she considers shifting into a bear and just dragging whatever it is out into the open - that’s a good plan if it doesn’t show its face soon.

image by Reitro

@[Wishbone]