I love you more in my head

but I’ll love you better when I’m dead

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CW for some swearing

Two children, dead, in one fucking day.

Naydra reels for weeks after it happened. Time moves simultaneously blindingly fast and too slow to comprehend. She functions – she has to, as the newly appointed Codebreaker of the Peak – but she is hardly there. She doesn’t know where her one remaining child, Helis, has gone, but she’s reasonably sure the girl is alive. She knows what happened, and in some way, the girl’s plan has worked. Helis is elevated in Naydra’s eyes now that her brothers are out of the way, but the girl is smart to keep away from her mother while she grieves. Her actions will pay off, Naydra cannot deny that, and the silver-black mare knows that – eventually – she will feel pride for how she’s raised her bloodthirsty daughter.

But not now. Now, if Naydra catches sight of the tiger-orange little bitch, she’ll kill her too.

Don’t hide away from me, please…

The coal-black mare is rattled back to the present from whatever day-dream or proper dream to which she had been escaping. She had been drifting aimless along the mountainside, following worn trails without seeing them or registering that they were there, simply rolling slowly down toward the Falls like a drop of viscous blood. She blinks, her honey eyes focusing and taking in the dark stone around her, the scrawny and scraggly trees that begin to grow thick and full just another switch down the path. Had she really heard that? A voice? his voice?

Snarling, Naydra slithers further down, her body moving with more conscious effort and grace now that she is present in it once again. She hungers for him with an intensity ignited by her grief, and when she turns the bend in the path and sees him there, she flows forward as though shot from a slashed artery.

“Starscream,” she growls against him as she collides into his dappled bronze hide. She has no more words to offer. She is disgusted with herself for the gratuitous volume of feeling by which she has been swept away these past few weeks, but she allows herself to lean into her hunger, her desire for the cinnamon-red stallion, and that is better than words anyway. Her hooked ears plant themselves defiantly back into her moonlight hair, and she presses against him with such a force as though she were a parasite desperate to wriggle beneath his skin.

She wonders if he has encountered their daughter on his way up to the Peak, but she refrains from asking.

Naydra

mare. 16hh. silver black. rougaru x visurix.