[private] I woke up today and chose violence

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you It has overestimated her affection for Gale, the Curse decides. Or perhaps it has not done a good enough job at imitating the despondency that the brindled stallion would feel during such a conversation. Would Gale have been despondent? The Curse cannot check; Gale has fallen into an unconscious blackness where even magic cannout rouse him. Regardless of why, the white mare keeps her distance. The Curse is not as adept a strategist as its host, and before it can reassemble something from its scrambled plans, Mazikeen is speaking again. She looks at him with far too much confidence, and the Curse feels the sharp bite of frustration. It scowls, the expression marring Gale’s handsome face. Why is she proving so difficult to break? “If you were ever to carve me out, I’d take Gale with me.” In those few words it is suddenly abundantly clear that whatever speaking is not the Gale that Mazikeen knows. The words are as chill as its tone, casual and coldly threatening. It’ll be a fight, it decides, and the Curse hopes that its mastery of Gale’s body will be enough to defeat her. “Will you tell me where you left the children?” It asks, raising Gale’s brows curiously. “Or will I have the pleasure of ripping it out of you?” @[Mazikeen]