08-16-2021, 04:42 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
Nashua had done his best to explain to her about the Curse, had done his best to make her understand something he couldn’t fully understand himself. That it’s only intention seemed to be pain and suffering, that it was unlikely that any traces of the Gale they had known remained. There had been times when she had wondered if the Curse had purposely left something dark in her, if that’s why she felt such an oily substance in those few times she had tried to connect to the magic he had touched. Perhaps he had unintentionally left a little of himself behind, if all that anger which tinges the stars around her from white to crimson came from one source in particular. Or maybe she had always had this inside her and he had simply coaxed it out.
An anger that intensifies as he refuses to answer her, to give her what she seeks.
An anger that explodes when she lunges at him, when all she can see is red and all she can feel is that empty death beckoning to her beyond the void.
She had expected him to retaliate and tear her apart as he had done that night he had ripped her open. He could easily do so even with the addition of her new wings and maybe part of her wants him to. Wants to feel something beside all this rage that burns her insides and whispers sweet promises of destruction. He makes his move but she is faster this time, her hooves driving him back only to have him reappear beside her, close enough for her to reach out and touch the marks that are already healing along his shoulder.
He smiles and she steams, snarling at him with her teeth bared as he steps towards her, both with wild feral looks in their eyes. All she can think about is tearing him apart, leaving her blood-stained and satisfied to see him strewn about her in a million body parts. To let him wake up like he had done to her and figure out how to piece his stupid cursed self back together. She knows she can’t succeed but it doesn’t stop her from wanting it, that blood-lust. Until the image of a white winged mare flashes into her mind and her own wings lower as her vision clears and her temper momentarily cools.
“And you’ve gotten awfully boring.” She snaps back, her curved ears flattening against her forehead until they become hidden against the thick black tresses of her mane. “You’ve eaten the stars and yet you resort to stealing children, those that are barely a threat to you.” She laughs coldly, taking her own step towards him as her silver eyes meet his and her muzzle is mere inches from his own. “What a big bad monster you are.” She sneers, making it clear that she’s not impressed by him. Nor is she scared of him. Not anymore.
An anger that intensifies as he refuses to answer her, to give her what she seeks.
An anger that explodes when she lunges at him, when all she can see is red and all she can feel is that empty death beckoning to her beyond the void.
She had expected him to retaliate and tear her apart as he had done that night he had ripped her open. He could easily do so even with the addition of her new wings and maybe part of her wants him to. Wants to feel something beside all this rage that burns her insides and whispers sweet promises of destruction. He makes his move but she is faster this time, her hooves driving him back only to have him reappear beside her, close enough for her to reach out and touch the marks that are already healing along his shoulder.
He smiles and she steams, snarling at him with her teeth bared as he steps towards her, both with wild feral looks in their eyes. All she can think about is tearing him apart, leaving her blood-stained and satisfied to see him strewn about her in a million body parts. To let him wake up like he had done to her and figure out how to piece his stupid cursed self back together. She knows she can’t succeed but it doesn’t stop her from wanting it, that blood-lust. Until the image of a white winged mare flashes into her mind and her own wings lower as her vision clears and her temper momentarily cools.
“And you’ve gotten awfully boring.” She snaps back, her curved ears flattening against her forehead until they become hidden against the thick black tresses of her mane. “You’ve eaten the stars and yet you resort to stealing children, those that are barely a threat to you.” She laughs coldly, taking her own step towards him as her silver eyes meet his and her muzzle is mere inches from his own. “What a big bad monster you are.” She sneers, making it clear that she’s not impressed by him. Nor is she scared of him. Not anymore.
-- Ciri
@Gale