Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on August 13, 2021 at 11:42:21 AM by SHENZI
You did not ask, Nyimara tells her, and Shenzi’s gaze sharpens, expecting the now-familiar fire to lick at her, stoking her own anger. But what she got was softness, something entirely unexpected, and instinctively she felt her hackles rise defensively. After all, this was the only thing she truly wanted, to be wanted, and to feel needed. To not have to face the cruelties of the world alone.
You never needed to ask.
"Thank you," the words are a ragged whisper, buried in the tangled, tarnished tresses of Nyimara’s name as Shenzi seeks to hide the emotion that clouded her eyes, but there was no stopping it from seeping into her voice. And she lapses into silence, shuffling a little as she settled beside Nyimara, only stirring again when she hears the huskiness of Nyimara’s voice, the weighted declaration that her mouth shapes so softly.
Shenzi cannot help but stare for a moment at the fine featured face of the mare beside her, as if in awe.
And then a wicked grin spread across her muzzle, like lightning splitting the sky, bright, blinding, sparking wildfires wherever it struck dry ground. And a rumble like thunder rolled up from her chest. "That explains a lot," she chuckled darkly. Lipped at that glinting silver mane, caught a strand between her teeth and gave a sharp tug. "What would you do without me?" Shenzi growled the question through gritted teeth, but the echoes of thunder made it clear she was only teasing.
"You know..." the scarred barb mare said suddenly, turning her face away, though she still watched the silver bay woman from the corner of one nefariously narrowed eye. "I rather think you’re the catalyst for mine." It was an accusation of sorts, but it was spoken tenderly, and Shenzi would own it, fight to keep it. "What a pair we make," she breathed, brushing her lips along the line of Nyimara’s jaw. She smiled against the delicate skin of the bay’s cheek, feeling warmer and happier than she had in a long time.
With the last tremble of mirth in her throat, like brontide on the distant horizon, she tipped her muzzle up to whisper in Nyimara’s ear. "Don’t think there’s any hope for us. Or them." She felt strangely close to tears, at the bittersweet, whimsical truth of her own words, but she swallowed them down, because to cry was to show weakness, and she knew how Nyimara felt about that.
Drawing in a deep breath, Shenzi settled again, setting her shoulder to Nyimara’s - a support if the injured mare ever needed to lean upon her. The brown mare grew somber as her thoughts drifted towards the Lagoon; of how she felt trapped there in her own personal hell, and of the son she’d left behind to frantically search for Nyimara. "I’ll stay with you. If you need to rest..." The strong, stocky mare trailed off, gently jostling the mare beside her good-naturedly, feeling that the rest, well…
It didn’t really need to be said.
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