05-08-2021, 07:48 AM
Mazikeen
Mazikeen fumes with anger as it uses Gale’s voice, when pads instead of claws are pulling her closer and she recognizes everything but the roughness with which she’s used. It is simply too much and in the end this is what breaks her, the use of Gale against her.
There’s angry words there after, waiting to be bit out, but she cannot open her mouth to say them. She’s a little surprised that it doesn’t taunt her more, that it only mentions their deal before she hears the unmistakable sound of a body colliding with the ground.
A sob escapes her before she can clamp back down on the sadness and the rest of the fire on her skin fades out at the sound. She opens her eyes though, watches to make sure the body rises - and she flinches when he says her name though she doesn’t know why. The Curse hadn’t called her Maze but she hates how perfectly it could use his voice, hates how she wants that softness but doesn’t deserve it. There’s nothing left in Mazikeen to doubt whether this is Gale or not. Her default setting had been to trust him, once she had gotten over her anger over the alliance, and she cannot even rouse enough fire to fret about whether this is a trick. If it is, she doesn't think it matters anymore.
She shifts after he mentions her shape, becoming her horse self - no horns but large black wings are folded at her side. They don’t hide the smell of blood in the air, they don’t hide the twin trails of it that are curving around her forelegs, but she cannot bring herself to display those wounds openly. Her legs are shaky and though she wants to move to him when he tries to stand, it takes until he speaks again for her to manage a few steps.
She wishes it hadn’t used his voice, hadn’t placed that kiss on her nose.
Wishes she didn’t feel both like she had betrayed Gale but that he had betrayed her too.
“It’s worse.” She confirms quietly, just as she had when he had mentioned that he had lost more than a few nights. The comforting touch she places on his cheek is whisper soft and even that much assumption hurts so much that she pulls back a few steps, squeezing her wings a little harder into her sides until her shoulders blossom in pain. “And maybe it’s better if you don’t remember.” This is so much crueler than Mazikeen thought it was going to be. She thought Gale would fade away into a monster, not that he'd be sharing the body with one - and that he'd still be himself whenever the shadows retreated.
This is so much worse.
She looks up to the sky, to where she can see the shape of Erne circling above - and wishes she could talk to the osprey. So many wishes. Mazikeen’s eyes remain upwards like that’ll hide the shine of tears still there when she continues. “It… it’s going to leave you alone during the day. It should." That word holds more of her usual fire, a threat there if the Curse is listening. "But… you should probably sleep. I don’t think you’ll have any restful nights for a while.”
There’s angry words there after, waiting to be bit out, but she cannot open her mouth to say them. She’s a little surprised that it doesn’t taunt her more, that it only mentions their deal before she hears the unmistakable sound of a body colliding with the ground.
A sob escapes her before she can clamp back down on the sadness and the rest of the fire on her skin fades out at the sound. She opens her eyes though, watches to make sure the body rises - and she flinches when he says her name though she doesn’t know why. The Curse hadn’t called her Maze but she hates how perfectly it could use his voice, hates how she wants that softness but doesn’t deserve it. There’s nothing left in Mazikeen to doubt whether this is Gale or not. Her default setting had been to trust him, once she had gotten over her anger over the alliance, and she cannot even rouse enough fire to fret about whether this is a trick. If it is, she doesn't think it matters anymore.
She shifts after he mentions her shape, becoming her horse self - no horns but large black wings are folded at her side. They don’t hide the smell of blood in the air, they don’t hide the twin trails of it that are curving around her forelegs, but she cannot bring herself to display those wounds openly. Her legs are shaky and though she wants to move to him when he tries to stand, it takes until he speaks again for her to manage a few steps.
She wishes it hadn’t used his voice, hadn’t placed that kiss on her nose.
Wishes she didn’t feel both like she had betrayed Gale but that he had betrayed her too.
“It’s worse.” She confirms quietly, just as she had when he had mentioned that he had lost more than a few nights. The comforting touch she places on his cheek is whisper soft and even that much assumption hurts so much that she pulls back a few steps, squeezing her wings a little harder into her sides until her shoulders blossom in pain. “And maybe it’s better if you don’t remember.” This is so much crueler than Mazikeen thought it was going to be. She thought Gale would fade away into a monster, not that he'd be sharing the body with one - and that he'd still be himself whenever the shadows retreated.
This is so much worse.
She looks up to the sky, to where she can see the shape of Erne circling above - and wishes she could talk to the osprey. So many wishes. Mazikeen’s eyes remain upwards like that’ll hide the shine of tears still there when she continues. “It… it’s going to leave you alone during the day. It should." That word holds more of her usual fire, a threat there if the Curse is listening. "But… you should probably sleep. I don’t think you’ll have any restful nights for a while.”
@[Gale]