<I>You promised to keep her safe, so she is your ward for the rest of your days.</I>
Father’s words echo in her head as she paces the kingdom, her hooves digging deep furrows into the earth as a confusing mix of emotions runs through her. Yadigar was supposed to be her protector, but he hasn’t been seen in the East in several months. It leaves a bitter taste on Frenzy’s tongue, and with Ciri’s abrupt departure not long ago, Frenzy feels less and less welcome in the nest.
She was the child that wasn’t meant to exist, after all. She loves her Not-Mother well enough, and she knows that Clarissa adores her, but there is a resentment that she sees in those golden eyes sometimes. She is Ghaul’s daughter, it is true, but that is the only allegiance that Clarissa owes her. She supposes that with any other woman, Frenzy would’ve been scorned and cast aside to die, and for that she is appreciative to the dragoness.
But it doesn’t exactly inspire loyalty, so Frenzy is the next to abandon the nest, leaving behind a forlorn Phyx and a young Virgil. Perhaps Clarissa will feel some relief, with over half of her children moving on.
It is the call that echoes in her mind that finally inspires her to set off from Pangea, curiosity and fire both heavy on her tongue. Once upon a time, her birth mother had been captured by the Dark God, and so perhaps there is a reason Frenzy is so drawn to the call. Naturally, Cress had not exactly been around to tell the story, but she had been weakened with age. It is no wonder Yadigar had been able to overpower her so easily.
A familiar scent fills her nostrils as her hooves dig into the sandy beach, but Frenzy isn’t sure of what it could be. It reminds her of her traumatic first few hours of life, but she doesn’t quite understand it as the scent of death.
Not yet.
There are others here too, of all shapes and sizes and colors, but the only one she focuses on is the nondescript grey stallion - there is something sinister about him, and fear grips the filly as she listens to his declaration, of there being something beyond death and him wanting them to be the ones to find it.
But they have to die first.
Carnage turns to each of them in turn and Frenzy shudders as each one finds death in one way or another, and then finally his gaze finds her. Suddenly calm, she pulls herself to her full (but still fairly small) height, swallowing back the fear in her throat as her world turns to fire. He has taken control of the flames in her chest and manipulates them to make her burn, and she screams until her lungs melt away and her flesh turns to ash.
As it turns out, dying is easy.
It is pure instinct that she draws in a rattling breath when she is pulled back to what resembles life, only duller. She has no need for air in her lungs anymore - she’s dead. They all are. Slowly, she climbs to her hooves in this muted world, trying her best to shake off the feeling of dread that envelops her. What if she can’t get back out?
Father’s words echo in her head as she paces the kingdom, her hooves digging deep furrows into the earth as a confusing mix of emotions runs through her. Yadigar was supposed to be her protector, but he hasn’t been seen in the East in several months. It leaves a bitter taste on Frenzy’s tongue, and with Ciri’s abrupt departure not long ago, Frenzy feels less and less welcome in the nest.
She was the child that wasn’t meant to exist, after all. She loves her Not-Mother well enough, and she knows that Clarissa adores her, but there is a resentment that she sees in those golden eyes sometimes. She is Ghaul’s daughter, it is true, but that is the only allegiance that Clarissa owes her. She supposes that with any other woman, Frenzy would’ve been scorned and cast aside to die, and for that she is appreciative to the dragoness.
But it doesn’t exactly inspire loyalty, so Frenzy is the next to abandon the nest, leaving behind a forlorn Phyx and a young Virgil. Perhaps Clarissa will feel some relief, with over half of her children moving on.
It is the call that echoes in her mind that finally inspires her to set off from Pangea, curiosity and fire both heavy on her tongue. Once upon a time, her birth mother had been captured by the Dark God, and so perhaps there is a reason Frenzy is so drawn to the call. Naturally, Cress had not exactly been around to tell the story, but she had been weakened with age. It is no wonder Yadigar had been able to overpower her so easily.
A familiar scent fills her nostrils as her hooves dig into the sandy beach, but Frenzy isn’t sure of what it could be. It reminds her of her traumatic first few hours of life, but she doesn’t quite understand it as the scent of death.
Not yet.
There are others here too, of all shapes and sizes and colors, but the only one she focuses on is the nondescript grey stallion - there is something sinister about him, and fear grips the filly as she listens to his declaration, of there being something beyond death and him wanting them to be the ones to find it.
But they have to die first.
Carnage turns to each of them in turn and Frenzy shudders as each one finds death in one way or another, and then finally his gaze finds her. Suddenly calm, she pulls herself to her full (but still fairly small) height, swallowing back the fear in her throat as her world turns to fire. He has taken control of the flames in her chest and manipulates them to make her burn, and she screams until her lungs melt away and her flesh turns to ash.
As it turns out, dying is easy.
It is pure instinct that she draws in a rattling breath when she is pulled back to what resembles life, only duller. She has no need for air in her lungs anymore - she’s dead. They all are. Slowly, she climbs to her hooves in this muted world, trying her best to shake off the feeling of dread that envelops her. What if she can’t get back out?