there's fire in your blood
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Mazikeen has not felt more than the barest flicker of anger since she woke up without scars next to the sea with comfort coming from an unlikely but welcome source. There’s been little enough to aggravate her since - and the only time it has risen is when she was hunting for Gale to see if he had anything to do with Ryatah’s death. Everything else has been a twisting combination of happiness and grief.
At first, this dream starts out benign - no anger in sight. There’s a pair of foals she wouldn’t recognize if she were awake, but in the dream they are beloved and familiar. They play with each other by the moonlit lake and though they are far away, in the way of dreams she can see them clearly.
Until something materializes closer and draws her attention.
There’s still a faint smile on her face when she turns her head but it falls away in an instant when recognition hits her like a tidal wave. Her dormant rage is not slow to wake, the glowing cracks wash along her body in swift movement - illuminating her in the darkness.
Gale is a frequent star in her nightmares so she does not immediately recognize that this is any different. She just knows that of course he would show up here in Hyaline on this peaceful night, while she watches over the foals. Sometimes it is the soft-spoken Gale she had first met who does the torture - where the cruelties are accompanied by a stream of cheerful chatter.
“Get the fuck out of my home.” Mazikeen snarls at him and before the final word is spoken she is shifting into a white, draft horse-sized dragon and lunging for him.
m a z i k e e n . |
@ Gale
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