Violence, bloodshed and battle were fit for stallions, men of the enemies they've killed, blanketing egos with their flesh, filling bottomless pits of vacant souls that craved the feeling of fulfillment, satisfaction, validation. She's witnessed it many moons now, wether it be inside the ring sparring, or like today, carefully watching beside her twin. A mare even of her bloodline was looked down upon nestled so comfortably inside the activities, duties of men. Egos were bruised, beaten to a pulp that she could execute her skills better, faster and the best of all, unexpectedly. Under the wing of her brother of course, everything she knew, everything she achieved she owed it to him. "Never trust a horse without scars or ailments. They lack experience, discipline." Her twin uttered the words to her, ones that she'd have trouble forgetting. Horses full of wounds fought with knowledge, softer spots untouchable now that trials of flesh against flesh brought wisdom. "what if you're talented enough to not get hit? Scars aren't fit for a mare, brother." Magic wasn't something brewed in the womb, it was earned, fortified in belief, confidence in your craft. Famkee always thought of it this way, once earned, it increases the value, the power. "your day will come, the balance is inevitable. you can't always win key."
Losing everything, after winning for so long. He was right after all, though never in the way she wanted, never in the way expected. She supposes that this is the punishment meant to live out her days, without him, without her home, without anyone. Only left with the memory of it all, materializing in times like these, distractions, she wishes it was as easy as swatting a fly off an ebony hock. The dappled stallion seems to release tension at the sound of her voice, lean muscles losing their strain and softening. It was hard not to let her eyes wander, the primal nature of a survivor, a male who hasn't succumbed to his demons, his past, but grows fruit from it makes something spark inside the depths of her amber gaze. She doesn't even know him, yet she recognizes the pain. All too familiar. He's quiet after her question, was she too forward? She studies his facial lines, hard and chiseled with hesitancy. Her brow wants to furrow, velvet lips taught. She doesn't see the harm in asking, but before she can think much more of it, the stallion is speaking again. "No."
No? He also shared life with a twin, only he speaks of his absent wing with malice, a curse. Perhaps it was a karmic gift, decisions made in past lives that bled from generations. Only, Famkee thinks of it as a warning, a visible defense. "It suits you." She says plainly, overlooking the stubbed skin like it was a scar, earned. "Think of it as a weapon in the eyes of strangers. If you hadn't told me, i might've thought a dragon ripped it off in your narrow escape." A sly grin wants to pull at the corners of her mouth, and it does with purchase. "Does yours?" The grey stud asks and she answers with a simple nod, the lethal tip of her horn just grazing the edges of the pines branches. "Indeed, though if i don't break it, it will continue its growth." She gestures to the annoyance of its length, always disturbing the plants above her. Akin to a cancer, a tumor that feeds on death, only satisfied when it's being put to use. She hasn't had the chance to sever the bone, at least not in many moons. It's nearly impossible to crack, a worthy opponent hasn't shown it's face, evident in the growth of the unicorns machete. "No," He responds again, and Famkee finds herself wanting a yes. Everyone had something to hide, something to be cautious of, glances over their shoulder, something to run from. But who was he to be honest, he didn't owe her the truth. Her voice continues its path of softness, laying him a blanket of solace in the throes of the conversation.
"I wouldn't wish them on anyone." Her dangers that is, her rotten sense of the world. In his lightheartedness, she remains serious, stoic almost. Her pretty face wasn't meant for a frown, tail swishing to be snagged by the snarled vines. The stallion held his misery, but an innocence shines through his laughter. Famkee is pulled from her throne of thorns with a grin more suited on her lips. She doesn't ask him of his title, where he was from, what his journey held, that was for him to reveal. What she does reveal is more of herself, still slightly obscured by the forests thick undergrowth, carefully meeting the stallion fully without anything to hide. The sun begins to fade underneath the shadows of clouds, thunderous rumbles signal the arrival of rain, and just as she glances to the sky, the first drop escapes the canopy landing on golden skin.
Losing everything, after winning for so long. He was right after all, though never in the way she wanted, never in the way expected. She supposes that this is the punishment meant to live out her days, without him, without her home, without anyone. Only left with the memory of it all, materializing in times like these, distractions, she wishes it was as easy as swatting a fly off an ebony hock. The dappled stallion seems to release tension at the sound of her voice, lean muscles losing their strain and softening. It was hard not to let her eyes wander, the primal nature of a survivor, a male who hasn't succumbed to his demons, his past, but grows fruit from it makes something spark inside the depths of her amber gaze. She doesn't even know him, yet she recognizes the pain. All too familiar. He's quiet after her question, was she too forward? She studies his facial lines, hard and chiseled with hesitancy. Her brow wants to furrow, velvet lips taught. She doesn't see the harm in asking, but before she can think much more of it, the stallion is speaking again. "No."
No? He also shared life with a twin, only he speaks of his absent wing with malice, a curse. Perhaps it was a karmic gift, decisions made in past lives that bled from generations. Only, Famkee thinks of it as a warning, a visible defense. "It suits you." She says plainly, overlooking the stubbed skin like it was a scar, earned. "Think of it as a weapon in the eyes of strangers. If you hadn't told me, i might've thought a dragon ripped it off in your narrow escape." A sly grin wants to pull at the corners of her mouth, and it does with purchase. "Does yours?" The grey stud asks and she answers with a simple nod, the lethal tip of her horn just grazing the edges of the pines branches. "Indeed, though if i don't break it, it will continue its growth." She gestures to the annoyance of its length, always disturbing the plants above her. Akin to a cancer, a tumor that feeds on death, only satisfied when it's being put to use. She hasn't had the chance to sever the bone, at least not in many moons. It's nearly impossible to crack, a worthy opponent hasn't shown it's face, evident in the growth of the unicorns machete. "No," He responds again, and Famkee finds herself wanting a yes. Everyone had something to hide, something to be cautious of, glances over their shoulder, something to run from. But who was he to be honest, he didn't owe her the truth. Her voice continues its path of softness, laying him a blanket of solace in the throes of the conversation.
"I wouldn't wish them on anyone." Her dangers that is, her rotten sense of the world. In his lightheartedness, she remains serious, stoic almost. Her pretty face wasn't meant for a frown, tail swishing to be snagged by the snarled vines. The stallion held his misery, but an innocence shines through his laughter. Famkee is pulled from her throne of thorns with a grin more suited on her lips. She doesn't ask him of his title, where he was from, what his journey held, that was for him to reveal. What she does reveal is more of herself, still slightly obscured by the forests thick undergrowth, carefully meeting the stallion fully without anything to hide. The sun begins to fade underneath the shadows of clouds, thunderous rumbles signal the arrival of rain, and just as she glances to the sky, the first drop escapes the canopy landing on golden skin.
if my heart is in your hands will i die
Famkee
@Buonarroti No worries!! Hope you are recovering well <3
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Famkee [Fahm-key]