06-13-2021, 03:48 PM
mazikeen
Mazikeen is back to old habits and it feels like last summer and fall were just a fever dream. She’s that same mare from the eclipse who patrols until she’s too exhausted to continue, rests, and then continues. She doesn’t have to do this anymore, they have an entity that will let them know if there is an intruder, but what else is she going to do? She’s putting off seeking out the thing that was once Gale, putting off her plans to figure out how to get his self-healing taken away so she can kill him.
For now, she’s being obedient and even though she thinks it a fair price for what she’s asked for, it’s making her restless and irritable.
So she keeps moving, pacing as one animal and then another. How is it possible that there are so many places within Hyaline she avoids so she doesn’t have to think about the memories she’s made there? Her home is shrinking and soon she’ll run out of places to hide.
It’s early in the morning when Mazikeen descends from one of the mountain paths and into the foothills that slope towards the lake. The bright, burning markings along her back reveal how well her whole ‘just don’t think about anything’ plan is going and she’s tired enough that she shifts back into her natural self, easing the comfortable strain of shifting. Her bright orange eyes blink, and she pauses to watch the sun as it begins to peak over the mountains.
And despite the beauty of this moment, a few more of those burning cracks appear across her skin as she stands still and fumes at the morning light.
For now, she’s being obedient and even though she thinks it a fair price for what she’s asked for, it’s making her restless and irritable.
So she keeps moving, pacing as one animal and then another. How is it possible that there are so many places within Hyaline she avoids so she doesn’t have to think about the memories she’s made there? Her home is shrinking and soon she’ll run out of places to hide.
It’s early in the morning when Mazikeen descends from one of the mountain paths and into the foothills that slope towards the lake. The bright, burning markings along her back reveal how well her whole ‘just don’t think about anything’ plan is going and she’s tired enough that she shifts back into her natural self, easing the comfortable strain of shifting. Her bright orange eyes blink, and she pauses to watch the sun as it begins to peak over the mountains.
And despite the beauty of this moment, a few more of those burning cracks appear across her skin as she stands still and fumes at the morning light.
@[Selaphiel]