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For I have turned robber all on the salt sea;
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Posted on November 17, 2010 at 04:32:40 AM by Kitty

For I have turned robber all on the salt sea,
the salt sea,

There was something missing from her gaze – something few would notice, save perhaps the keen, searching gaze of the ghost wolf. A certain, precise absence in those watchful eyes that, although it did nothing to detract from their intent, would be noticed to those who knew to look. Viriarus. Freya. Fenrir. Rapier, too. They would know – and others, besides. It is an absence that has brought about changes in her, brought her trickster core closer to the surface. Made her more volatile, quicker to act. No puppet strings on this lady anymore, because she cut them. All of them. And she’s wilder than the world has ever seen her. Freer. A raw blend of her past mixed with this new awakening; this new knowledge that she has killed the very thing that sought to control her.

Oh how Fenrir will notice!

There is a focus that possesses her now, where before it did so only briefly; timed. Something of her own, wild logic that leaned much farther forward than its backseat should allow. It stares at NicEssus as she appears, and that pregnant mare is perhaps correct in her distance. Mad is a word that has, and always will, describe the lightning queen. She is an unpredictable thing now, much more so than she ever was before. Before she was bumbling. Harmless. Now there is a precision in that undeniably sharp gaze of hers, and an attention to detail she’d never paid before. But it isn’t her crown she seeks. There’s another thing someone’s took from her.

“Light wielder with child, you have little to fear from me,” she said. She missed little now, and stepped forward. One wing reshuffled next to her side, its tip pressing down on three broad, spade-shaped leaves.

Enter Sasha, and this rogue creature slid that inky, stormy watch onto an old friend. The pale thing was eerily still. Unnaturally so, and Sasha would notice. It was something that did not belong with her, and it was something she was ill-accustomed to, but still she was. Her lip slipped, and a brief grin full of hard teeth betrayed an undertone to Kitty’s intent. Water dripped, from some high, collected leaf, onto her poll and rolled behind her erect, alert ears.

“It would seem much has changed,” she said, and she meant much more than Hoof Prince or herself, though her phrase would hint at the latter. That intelligence old rumours used to speak of was far easier to see in this new Kitty. In this disquieted, alert Kitty who had come to the Valkyrie jungle to tie a knot in loose ends. This Kitty who could swing from joker to serious in a single syllable.

Freya arrived and, for a slip of a moment, that dangerous grin flicked, like the blink of sheet lightning, into a smile.

“Hello, friend,” she said to the golden-haired mare, and there was no sarcasm in her new mind to follow. She looked behind, to the wolf. "What? Is there something on my face?" She paused, watching the phantom. Staring at him with an ease that settled her head back on her neck, "Or perhaps it's something that's not there."

And she grinned that mad, delighted grin that would see her on top of the electric temple once again.

the salt sea;

Kitty
electricity V . light IV . water IV . darkness IV

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