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Posted on May 12, 2021 at 07:33:45 PM by róisín
róisín
I NEED HTML CREDITS & A PIXEL. Groggy and deeply fatigued, with her vision blurred by tears and her sinuses thick with mucus, she can’t recognize her bezelye’s standing above her. She sees a horse, muscular of build, cloaked in blood-red fur trimmed with a silvery mane and tail. Their striking eyes stuck, like glue, to the prone forms of her bebek and her. Caught between worlds, driven solely by instinct and starved of common sense and deductive reasoning, Çiçek springs into action. Her ears lace back until they disappear into the tangled mess of her mane, and she leaps unsteadily to her feet, Kudzu jostled and bleating in protest. She snorts, tucking her head in close and coiling her thin body like a spring.
At this point, Rivaini had been lost to her for longer than she’d ever had her. She’d spent so long trying to snuff out her hopes of seeing her Guardian again, sure that she’d been forgotten - or worse, actively despised, moreso if word ever got back about what Çiçek had done. To her, there was only one other option, one other soul with a chance of tracking her down: the creature from her nightmares, the man whose ghost haunted her relentlessly, who - with her help - had brought her whole world crashing down around her and left her broken in the rubble.
”Rougaru,” Çiçek spits like acid from tight-clenched teeth, leaping forward to seize his throat between her gaping jaws.
Just before she reaches her target, though… he changes. The strong, straight lines of his body turn to sloping curves, and a jagged white stripe cuts through the deep mahogany of his coat at the shoulder. Her eyes, wild and rolling and feral, lock onto his - and to her surprise, they’re not that cunning, washed out green, but blue, a sapphire as rich and fathomless as the ocean. This close, she can’t ignore the scents wafting like fog around her: crushed-up flower petals, sea salt, and - mare’s milk?
At this point, Rivaini had been lost to her for longer than she’d ever had her. She’d spent so long trying to snuff out her hopes of seeing her Guardian again, sure that she’d been forgotten - or worse, actively despised, moreso if word ever got back about what Çiçek had done. To her, there was only one other option, one other soul with a chance of tracking her down: the creature from her nightmares, the man whose ghost haunted her relentlessly, who - with her help - had brought her whole world crashing down around her and left her broken in the rubble.
”Rougaru,” Çiçek spits like acid from tight-clenched teeth, leaping forward to seize his throat between her gaping jaws.
Just before she reaches her target, though… he changes. The strong, straight lines of his body turn to sloping curves, and a jagged white stripe cuts through the deep mahogany of his coat at the shoulder. Her eyes, wild and rolling and feral, lock onto his - and to her surprise, they’re not that cunning, washed out green, but blue, a sapphire as rich and fathomless as the ocean. This close, she can’t ignore the scents wafting like fog around her: crushed-up flower petals, sea salt, and - mare’s milk?
Image from Pixabay & HTML by loveinspired
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