Katacylsm didn’t wait long before she heard an approach. It was light, surefooted; the feet struck the ground lightly- a sign that the beast coming her way was fit. Her eyes flashed with amusement, her mouth twitched in a grin for a moment before she looked to see who approached. The amusement was short lived- as the beast that approached did not have the frame of a stallion. No- a sleek coated fae approached instead. What was she to do with this? Girls rarely recruited in the land she had ventured to over the past months, but again the forsaken place was full of oddities. Kat tilted her head in confusion as the recruiter approached, deciding if she even wanted to wait to see what it was about. She wasn’t here to make some grand friendship with some new horse that needs kinship in Bequanna. She can go find someone else to skip through fields of daisies with. After another moment of observation it was obvious the approacher was not a newbie. She smelled like this land too strongly- and her eyes were more determined than most newbies.
She cocked her hip, and looked at the fae, Aoi she said her name was, like a teen looks at an adult who is seemly annoying them with some tidbit of information they do not care about. Her body language screamed indifferent and her words were pretty stone cold as well- she was not a bubbly thing. “Kat.” No one called her Kataclysm anymore- kind of how people change their names in rebellion- but for Kat it was about separating from her past. She listened to the patched mare speak further, as she simply stared at her as Aoi spoke the most obvious thing in the world. When she finished her question Kat blinked at her, tilted her head and spoke, “Yeah, I know of it. What about it? While her words are frank, her tones are not cruel, more….apathetic.
Everything about her is a shield built up quickly and thickly by the cruelness of her mother. The indifference she shows, and her quick quips keep everyone at a comfortable distance. No one put up with her- she figured that if she found people who did- then they must be worth keeping around. She had yet to find it- and each time the disappointment added to her shield. Part of Kat didn’t want to distrust every being she met; but no one had proven her wrong yet. Somewhere, hidden beneath the layers of distrust, hurt, and mommy-issues- she was kind and fiercely loyal. Kat knew it at her core, but if anyone else knew- it was beyond her.
{ Kataclysm }
Me and God? We don't get along well.