The autumn sun was setting as Kataclysm walked into the meadow. Everything was gold, or gold-hued it was fitting of her mood. The whole of Beqanna could burn for all she cared. If she could make her white glowing star glow red she would. She stopped on top of a small rise in the flat lands, a mound if you will. Nothing was right, even after the time she was off, away, an not here didn’t change this putrid place enough. Kat had taken to the Amazons to see if maybe there in the dense jungle she could escape the knowledge that everything was not all right. Even within the dense forest removed from the world she still was haunted by everything she hated.
The black mare glared out at the open space, the cool breeze wisped her red, green, gold, and silver tinsel mane out and she was sure the scene would be considered beautiful by others, or just another, anyone but her. She may have played up the scene flaunted herself around for the want of attention, but today was not that day. Today she wanted fire, she wanted blood, she wanted the rusty corpse in a pile of red rust. She stomped her elegant hoof. Even when mad she would attract attention she was stately, poised, commanding of attention. She didn’t want it. She wanted all reminders of her silly little family and their elemental ideals gone---irradiated. That moment would hold all the vindication she would ever need for the rest of her life, and then she would look for attention- be open to it.
Everywhere the little Covelings ran vapidly about, well she found it so…vapid. Everyone else was in a tizzy about them and their little iron statue, Khaos. She stomped her hoof again, attempting to contain her frustrations. She was so worked up that she had the weirdest dream recently. She was human, and she was fighting in some war on some holiday the two-leggers called ‘Christmas’ and it was so vivid that even now she wasn’t sure it was real, but that same day she woke up with this odd mane, it wasn’t right and she couldn’t be bothered with it. She needed to focus. She needed to… just… ”ARRRGHHH!” The shout escaped her before she could stop it. He scrapped at the golden-tinted grass and muttered quietly to herself,”You have got to be kidding me, first this ridiculous mane, now I can’t even control myself?! Something has got to give. Kataclysm exhaled in a huff. There was nothing to do about it now, but she wanted to, oh so much so she wanted to.
{ Kataclysm }
Me and God? We don't get along well.