10-03-2021, 03:08 PM
mazikeen
Something very close to satisfaction curls through her when Selaphiel closes his eyes after her words. The staggered breath is sweet and the shadows inside her stir in response. She wonders if his imagination can hold up to the truth of it - her deaths, but the times when she survived too. Mazikeen had begun bargaining away pieces of herself from the very first time she ever spoke to the Curse.
His next words surprise her, those red-orange eyes widening a little before narrowing in suspicion. She doubts he means that. It’s difficult for her to imagine anyone would suggest anything that could bring them harm. She’s a selfish creature now.
He turns away and she shifts into a dragon as soon as he does. Twice the size she is as a horse, with a powerful stroke of her wings she is up in the air. Her eyes blaze as she stares down at Selaphiel, her words a sneer as she continues to rise. “Thanks for your blessing.” Without so much as a roar in warning, fire pours out of her mouth in a short stream, catching on the grass in a line as she flies away. The lush landscape will not catch and spread very far, she knows. Today is not the day she burns Hyaline down. But the squeals of rodents and a few pheasants that fly upwards with fire caught on their feathers is enough of a taste of what will come that she is satisfied as she flies off into the mountains.
His next words surprise her, those red-orange eyes widening a little before narrowing in suspicion. She doubts he means that. It’s difficult for her to imagine anyone would suggest anything that could bring them harm. She’s a selfish creature now.
He turns away and she shifts into a dragon as soon as he does. Twice the size she is as a horse, with a powerful stroke of her wings she is up in the air. Her eyes blaze as she stares down at Selaphiel, her words a sneer as she continues to rise. “Thanks for your blessing.” Without so much as a roar in warning, fire pours out of her mouth in a short stream, catching on the grass in a line as she flies away. The lush landscape will not catch and spread very far, she knows. Today is not the day she burns Hyaline down. But the squeals of rodents and a few pheasants that fly upwards with fire caught on their feathers is enough of a taste of what will come that she is satisfied as she flies off into the mountains.
@Selaphiel