06-12-2021, 01:26 PM
BRUNHILDE
I BET ON LOSING DOGS
Monsters don't have names.
Brunhilde feels unwarranted anger burble up inside of her. She's known plenty of monsters with names. Beelzebub's golden and white face flashes behind her eyes. Draco's glowing, taunting red eyes are burned into her memory. All the dark creatures her father chose to surround himself with and lie to himself about. Monsters have names, they almost always have names.
Eyes, slitting to suspicious lines, observe every inch of Tiberios. Brun's head still hangs low, demure; but her chest is volcanic, boiling with magma and bouncing rocks. The visions of the past blur the edges of her gaze, threatening to take over every inch of her. The anger is purifying, though, and its heat washes her anew. Suddenly, a little burst of flame flits from her mouth.
"You don't have the authority to tell me what I am," the wildfire states simply, lifting her head to what one might perceive as a proud height. For the first time since before the Eclipse, she feels shame. Not quite for accosting this man (though he did open their interaction with a threat), but for appearing unkempt and out of her head. She clears her throat and shakes out her mane and surprisingly, tells the truth.
"I was lost," she begins, stamping a single back hoof. "Why are you out here, then? Are you lost?" Brun turns her head as she asks, observing their surroundings with what feels like new eyes. How did she get here? Was she heading to the River? To the Cove? The crackling wings at her side are drawn closer in, as if to provide some vague comfort. She can't remember why she came out here, but at the very least she knows where she is; and she clings to that knowledge in an attempt to keep her sane.
"Will you tell me your name, at least? Since we've clarified you're not a monster and I'm not a woman."
Brunhilde feels unwarranted anger burble up inside of her. She's known plenty of monsters with names. Beelzebub's golden and white face flashes behind her eyes. Draco's glowing, taunting red eyes are burned into her memory. All the dark creatures her father chose to surround himself with and lie to himself about. Monsters have names, they almost always have names.
Eyes, slitting to suspicious lines, observe every inch of Tiberios. Brun's head still hangs low, demure; but her chest is volcanic, boiling with magma and bouncing rocks. The visions of the past blur the edges of her gaze, threatening to take over every inch of her. The anger is purifying, though, and its heat washes her anew. Suddenly, a little burst of flame flits from her mouth.
"You don't have the authority to tell me what I am," the wildfire states simply, lifting her head to what one might perceive as a proud height. For the first time since before the Eclipse, she feels shame. Not quite for accosting this man (though he did open their interaction with a threat), but for appearing unkempt and out of her head. She clears her throat and shakes out her mane and surprisingly, tells the truth.
"I was lost," she begins, stamping a single back hoof. "Why are you out here, then? Are you lost?" Brun turns her head as she asks, observing their surroundings with what feels like new eyes. How did she get here? Was she heading to the River? To the Cove? The crackling wings at her side are drawn closer in, as if to provide some vague comfort. She can't remember why she came out here, but at the very least she knows where she is; and she clings to that knowledge in an attempt to keep her sane.
"Will you tell me your name, at least? Since we've clarified you're not a monster and I'm not a woman."
@[Tiberios]
