there's fire in your blood
 | Mazikeen feels like she’s walking on eggshells again, her boldness from when she first greeted him this morning forgotten in her confusion over Gale’s mixed reactions to her. One moment he is not even looking at her, not acknowledging what she says, and the next he is leaning against her and purring? She keeps a feline form when they arrive at their tropical destination, shifting into a small black ocelot that blends in with the natural animals here. Right now, she doesn't care for the instinct that tells her to become a parrot like him. Small markings begin to curl down from her spine as she moves into a spot where she can better observe the mares nearby, the glowing light from her a blazing sign betraying the darkness eating away at her thoughts.
She’s lost whatever ability she had to ask after the welfare of others, to try to see what is going through his mind or even to speak what is going through hers unprompted. So instead it festers within her until she no longer feels the same thrill to be hunting with him or to be getting this break from the harsh Hyaline winter they left behind.
The scenery around them goes unadmired, memories of when a different Gale had invited her back to see this place in the sun go ignored. She doesn't even really feel satisfaction upon seeing the new blue markings that line his belly and neck.
If she knew they were past whatever that had been on the mountain she would not need to think on it anymore, but it sours Mazikeen’s mood instead. So when he asks her which one, she does not take the same care or consideration she had intended. Her interest in participating had not had the effect on him she’d wanted. Even though they are here, even though he does still ask.
It all feeds her uncertainty which no longer churns into sadness - it becomes rage. Mazikeen wants to tear something apart and she does not care who or what anymore.
So she just picks someone with a feature she can call out. “With the wings.” She says this with a blunt surety that she no longer feels. Not because of what is about to happen, but because of her companion. Mazikeen wants to please him, wants him to find the same enjoyment in her company as she does his. And there are many signs that he does - they just are currently roadblocked by the memory of him looking and then moving away from her.
She sits, unsure what to do next and resenting that feeling enough to be stubborn about moving. He can hunt and she can watch, that's what she had told him - wasn't it? Mazikeen does make some attempt to appear patient, despite the fact that her unrest is plainly displayed on her skin.
m a z i k e e n . |
@ Gale
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