06-27-2021, 11:02 AM
mazikeen
Her head moves against her will, a familiar feeling - one he had used to bind her before. Some anger flickers across her gaze when it meets his but his words sink her back down into sadness as they echo the same thoughts she had been having. And those tears finally spill over, finally fall onto the struggling and dying girl.
Her fault.
She doesn’t understand his next words, and there’s a brief moment of fear as the world - and Sickle - disappear into darkness.
And then she’s standing where she had been before, her knees still stained with the blood of the filly who is whole and speaking. Sickle steps back again, this time out of confusion - seeing the adults wearing blood when they had not been a moment before.
Mazikeen can only stare at her in a mixture of horror and joy, but the joy is short-lived as Gale draws her attention again. Again he makes his command, and this time hatred floods Mazikeen’s system. It had just been a small push from him but it ignites what had already been simmering. Had her gaze been on the girl at the time, maybe it would have focused on Sickle, but now Mazikeen’s fury is reserved for only one of her companions.
Again she is alive with burning markings and this time, it is Sickle she ignores. Whatever lesson he had intended for her to learn with this exercise - it has not yet been made. There's no space in her mind to call herself back from this even if she wanted to, not this time. Not while the sound of Sickle's gurgling breaths still ring in her ears.
“Go fuck yourself.” She tells him as fury makes her voice tremble. Before the words have even finished, she shifts into a large direwolf and twists to grasp at his flesh with her teeth.
Her fault.
She doesn’t understand his next words, and there’s a brief moment of fear as the world - and Sickle - disappear into darkness.
And then she’s standing where she had been before, her knees still stained with the blood of the filly who is whole and speaking. Sickle steps back again, this time out of confusion - seeing the adults wearing blood when they had not been a moment before.
Mazikeen can only stare at her in a mixture of horror and joy, but the joy is short-lived as Gale draws her attention again. Again he makes his command, and this time hatred floods Mazikeen’s system. It had just been a small push from him but it ignites what had already been simmering. Had her gaze been on the girl at the time, maybe it would have focused on Sickle, but now Mazikeen’s fury is reserved for only one of her companions.
Again she is alive with burning markings and this time, it is Sickle she ignores. Whatever lesson he had intended for her to learn with this exercise - it has not yet been made. There's no space in her mind to call herself back from this even if she wanted to, not this time. Not while the sound of Sickle's gurgling breaths still ring in her ears.
“Go fuck yourself.” She tells him as fury makes her voice tremble. Before the words have even finished, she shifts into a large direwolf and twists to grasp at his flesh with her teeth.
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Gale