City
After her meeting with the Iron Queen the pale mare takes her freckled self immediately across the borders. Non-chalantly she strolls down the beaches of Hyaline and does not care to even bend an ear or flick one of her sulfuric eyes to any of the passer-bys. Her grimace and permanently set laid back ears, gnarled into her creamy long hair, keeps strangers from uttering even a hello. Most move aside as she trots down the sinking, soggy sands toward the River and then Taiga’s borders, across a few fallen logs to cross the canal and finally she’s in the forest. Here she lurks, but does not stay and after a few bites of dead grass she moves along to the meadow.
He’s there, shrouded but clearly enough a stallion. Her interest in men dwindles by the day, by the hour, so it is certainly odd when the lioness creeps toward him with perked ears. She stops a few feet away, enough to turn on a heel if the interactions sours but close enough to show her scarred, freckled body. Her hair falls heavily and long over her face and neck, her tail winding into the frosty leaves and twigs. She can see the glint of his orange eyes, eyes like her daughters, like Covet’s eyes. His name licking the back of her thoughts makes her shiver.
“Hello..” She says this with her normally granite-cold voice, but it melds so sweetly with the coming winter’s tightening grip.
rushed and filled with all I found
more, give me more, give me more
couldn't help my goddamn self <3
