Posted on October 5, 2017 at 07:06:25 AM by scylla
 scylla ----- by anawar out of daenerys Orhan is dead. The words ping around in Scylla’s brain but they aren’t sinking in as a legitimate statement. She already can’t remember the exact phrasing that had led to the knowledge. Not that it matters, really; if she can’t accept it as true, what difference does it make how she learned it? Orhan is dead. A muffled sob escapes her lips as her dragging hooves are tripped up on an incline. Her black and white form goes down in a heap again. She’s already fallen a few times, judging by the sand clinging to her stocky body, though she has no memory of any of it. She looks out toward the horizon, dimly noting that she must have crossed into the Dunes at some point. Her gaze turns downward as she gets to her feet, recognizing that she had fallen into a dune’s trap. They can be tricky to scale at the best of times, but the sinking, slipping sand is a nightmare to those not paying attention. And Scylla has never had such a hard time paying attention in her life. The practical part of her brain that has acknowledged the painful truth of her new reality wonders if it hurts worse because of all the possibilities that have died with Orhan. Scylla had only had one conversation with him, hadn’t expected to meet him, hadn’t known of his existence. If she had been looking at the situation with an outsider’s perspective, she may have wondered why it would affect her so strongly when she and Orhan were practically still strangers. But they were family, even if not biologically. Blood of my blood. The phrase has become even more important, though Scylla is now back to having no opportunity to use it. She takes a shuddering breath and moves on, more carefully watching her steps now. The summer sun beats down relentlessly on her back but she doesn’t take comfort from it anymore. She is only distantly aware of her surroundings as she reaches a copse of scraggly trees with a little pool of water. She reaches down for a quick drink when she thinks she hears something rustling nearby. A poisonous snake, perhaps? Orhan is dead, and Scylla does not care if something wants to take her too. nine - black tobiano - mixed - 15hh |
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- kader isteğe bağlıdır - By kav October 14, 2017 at 05:32:31 PM
- i wear this crown of thorns - By scylla October 23, 2017 at 10:09:08 PM
- kader isteğe bağlıdır - By kav November 15, 2017 at 10:13:45 PM
- i wear this crown of thorns - By scylla November 22, 2017 at 09:56:33 PM
- kader isteğe bağlıdır - By kav November 15, 2017 at 10:13:45 PM
- i wear this crown of thorns - By scylla October 23, 2017 at 10:09:08 PM
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