Post by ♥/tiyre on Feb 10, 2007 13:42:35 GMT -5
t i y r e;
i was the hangman coming down from the gallows
and you won't have very long[/color]
i was the hangman coming down from the gallows
and you won't have very long[/color]
Liquid fire walked calmly along the edge of the beach, carely to stay clear of the water. The two year old shuddered. Water - such a spiteful thing. You had to depend on it, for without it you would die. It would kill you as soon as you thought it dead, a forgotten thing only given for equine to use. It was a living creature. Anyone could see that. It would hunt you down and sieze you in your bed; nothing was safe from the omizu. Sundaughter paused, mouth inches away from a sea grass, before continuing on her slow trek along the sand.
A storm was whipping itself up, but it was a small one, worth barely even a glance from the filly's blue orbs. Wait - filly? Was that what she was? Tiyre was stuck in the strange time between mare and filly, and no longer the weapon of her parents but a weapon unto herself. A bleeding teeth nearing her own throat. Hate cources through her body, biting the blood hot. Strong, young teeth snapped at the air, at the invisible form of the demon that had haunted her life.
Dark Toxin, the once-bane of her existence. He had taken control of her father's herd - beginner's luck - and "won" her mother. Cri had taught her to hate - fear would only make the black fresian proud. White banner tossed as the fae thought of such things. I hated him... and now he's gone, she thought. He would never bother her again, except in her thoughts. Demonic femora halted once more, looking at the black clouds surrounding the storm at sea. Rising on her strong pillars she screamed, a scream of difiance and hate, a scream of fear and scorn. Voice was nearly raw after - she was a quiet fae, of few words. But sometimes, you just have to scream.
