04-25-2022, 12:06 PM
mazikeen
Malik had told her that Gale was back, that he was different - his old self, not that her son had ever even gotten a chance to know what he had been before the Curse - and Mazikeen had not been able to sleep since. She knew, deep down through every bone and cell in her body, that it was only a matter of time before he showed back up here in Hyaline.
The news that he had been killed, really and truly killed - burned and ashes scattered to the wind - had brought her relief. They could all finally be free, they could continue to heal their wounds without the fear that they would be torn open again and again.
But not anymore.
It was very easy to believe it was the Curse tricking Malik, no matter how earnest he seemed - so she wasn’t going to take any risks. This time, she did not keep the news a secret. She wanted every eye in Hyaline on the look out - as much as it pained her to have to admit this particular threat still existed. Every single time the alarm went out that someone crossed their borders, Mazikeen went to investigate - and those few times when her body demanded sleep and she couldn’t, she fretted until Firion reported back.
On this autumn day, she is circling through the air as a golden (literally) eagle. Though the glint of metallic feathers in the corner of her eye does not completely ease away the troubled storm of her mind, it brings her some comfort all the same. A self-indulgent and embarrassing display of affection, maybe, but Mazikeen can’t bring herself to mind on the few occasions it happens - even when she’s caught doing it.
Iridescent blue moving through white snow causes all her thoughts to burst into flames. Neither Sickle nor Malik inherited their father’s white hair so it cannot be either of them. She hovers there, disbelief suspending all other emotions only for a second - before the tidal wave crashes back into her.
It’s fear that fuels the anger that illuminates her body with cracks of bright fire light when she spies him. Fear chokes whatever venomous words of warning she might have screamed at him and it drives her just to act immediately.
She shifts into a pale dragon with obsidian spikes and claws, and dives towards where he is moving down the slope. A furious roar escapes her just as she pivots her body for the attack - like an osprey descending for a fish, only the talons she possesses now are much, much larger.
The news that he had been killed, really and truly killed - burned and ashes scattered to the wind - had brought her relief. They could all finally be free, they could continue to heal their wounds without the fear that they would be torn open again and again.
But not anymore.
It was very easy to believe it was the Curse tricking Malik, no matter how earnest he seemed - so she wasn’t going to take any risks. This time, she did not keep the news a secret. She wanted every eye in Hyaline on the look out - as much as it pained her to have to admit this particular threat still existed. Every single time the alarm went out that someone crossed their borders, Mazikeen went to investigate - and those few times when her body demanded sleep and she couldn’t, she fretted until Firion reported back.
On this autumn day, she is circling through the air as a golden (literally) eagle. Though the glint of metallic feathers in the corner of her eye does not completely ease away the troubled storm of her mind, it brings her some comfort all the same. A self-indulgent and embarrassing display of affection, maybe, but Mazikeen can’t bring herself to mind on the few occasions it happens - even when she’s caught doing it.
Iridescent blue moving through white snow causes all her thoughts to burst into flames. Neither Sickle nor Malik inherited their father’s white hair so it cannot be either of them. She hovers there, disbelief suspending all other emotions only for a second - before the tidal wave crashes back into her.
It’s fear that fuels the anger that illuminates her body with cracks of bright fire light when she spies him. Fear chokes whatever venomous words of warning she might have screamed at him and it drives her just to act immediately.
She shifts into a pale dragon with obsidian spikes and claws, and dives towards where he is moving down the slope. A furious roar escapes her just as she pivots her body for the attack - like an osprey descending for a fish, only the talons she possesses now are much, much larger.
@Gale