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She's tonguing splinters Of broken halos Posted on September 12, 2017 at 03:43:11 AM by B R U J A
I will give you sanctuary
In these hymns of Thanatos
B R U J A
The fates surely hated Bruja, first she awoke soaked in salt water with no memory of how she got there and now a happy stranger had approached her. How could anyone happy enough to approach a stranger with a smile. She didn't like it, maybe she was jealous that someone else was happy and it wasn't her. No, how stupid, she was never jealous. Jealousy was for those who were below her, inferior to her. She would never let herself be jealous of some stranger, no matter how happy they were. So instead of biting the others head off she reigns in the anger and turns to properly face Jaci. Blue eyes look the white mare over, not bad. The lady was shorter than her, which made her wonder again why was she so happy? She had known a short boy once, always mad like her. Or she thought she did, as fast as it had popped into her mind it was gone and she couldn't bring it back. For a brief moment fear shot through her frame, but she quickly squashed it down. She would not let fear hold her, so what if she couldn't recall her own history. It was nothing to her, she could make new memories.
Bruja swish's her tail and decides to play nice. There was no need to attack a friendly stranger in a strange place. Maybe Jaci knows where a pool of deep water is, she can feel her curly coat drying and hardening with the salt. Bruja wonders briefly how'd she taste to wolves since she was essentially seasoned with fresh sea salt.
"Greeting, the names Bruja, means witch I think. Can't remember much since leaving that wretched ocean." Bruja keeps her blue eyes on Jaci, maybe the white mare might know how she ended up here. HA, like that was likely. There was no way the pale girl in front of her knew how she had come to be on this island. It wasn't like the ocean had created her from nothing and spewed her onto the beach for shits and giggles. She had a past, she had a home somewhere and she couldn't remember it.