Blood Falls
If the elder mare notices his fear, she gives away no hint toward such.
After all, Miin has become used to the look of horror and sick fascination in the eyes of others. Many, many years ago she may have been quite the beauty, but with each unfortunate death, her figure twisted and stretched more and more. Her faces split and grew. Horns sprouted from her crown. The color of her coat began to change in the light of the sun. The corrupt air of the Rift transformed her into this creature, so slowly the mare never noticed its effects, for countless deaths had worn down more than just her youthful frame.
Sun stealers? he asks, though her ranting continues for a bit. He takes a cautious step forward, and Miin makes no such attempt to close their gap. She picks up on his questions, though perhaps not consciously at first. Her mind boils in vengeance and hatred, thinking back to the day that nasty filth came into the Rift and started taking what they liked back to their home.
Miin cared little for Kisamoa, but she had to admit he did well destroying those tricksy buggers and the land from which they came.
Her smile grows darker as she thinks to answer his questions. "Yes, fluffy," she starts, her maws chattering with displeasure and chill. "They took the crimson waters, the colorful salt pools, the emerald mazes, the swirling islands - they took them as if they were theirs. Murdered our Gods, too, fluffy." She spits into the frozen earth as if a bad taste caught in her mouth.
From the satchel tied about her neck, a card emerges. The card pulsates with an ugly, crimson light and it soars through the air to hover by Korri's face. The image scrawled on the surface of the card is a tower, aflame and crumbling, with the runes of "XVI" upon the top. The card floats harmlessly for a moment before the image starts to change. Shadows of equines with horns and wings can be seen.
The first appears to flicker with sparks and darkness, black and white, but little else can be made of his figure. The falls can be seen as they bend and tear unnaturally through time and space, and within the crimson waters floats the dismembered head of a massive bear. From below, a hiss escapes the maw of Miin. Similar atrocities can be seen with the lands described, with a black dog mangled amongst bamboo under the light of the moon. A gleaming shadow of light and fire dismembers an alligator in a pool of rainbows, and lastly a massive shadow stands over a tiger broken and bloodied on the rocks below a cliff.
The card then flickers back to show the tower image, falling in tight curves toward the leather bag at Miin's shoulder.
"Kaos made them pay for it, though, fluffy," she coos up at him, delight painting across her face. "Kaos killed those no good thieves and destroyed that land of traitorous filth." Laughter erupts from each of her maws with surprising force and volume, only to stop suddenly.
"They were called Helovians, fluffy. Now they are trapped here in the very world they tried to murder and destroy."
She looks at him with narrowed eyes, turning her body toward him, inching closer with frail steps. Her neck curves and turns about like a snake, reaching for her prey. "Are you one of them, fluffy?"
""
After all, Miin has become used to the look of horror and sick fascination in the eyes of others. Many, many years ago she may have been quite the beauty, but with each unfortunate death, her figure twisted and stretched more and more. Her faces split and grew. Horns sprouted from her crown. The color of her coat began to change in the light of the sun. The corrupt air of the Rift transformed her into this creature, so slowly the mare never noticed its effects, for countless deaths had worn down more than just her youthful frame.
Sun stealers? he asks, though her ranting continues for a bit. He takes a cautious step forward, and Miin makes no such attempt to close their gap. She picks up on his questions, though perhaps not consciously at first. Her mind boils in vengeance and hatred, thinking back to the day that nasty filth came into the Rift and started taking what they liked back to their home.
Miin cared little for Kisamoa, but she had to admit he did well destroying those tricksy buggers and the land from which they came.
Her smile grows darker as she thinks to answer his questions. "Yes, fluffy," she starts, her maws chattering with displeasure and chill. "They took the crimson waters, the colorful salt pools, the emerald mazes, the swirling islands - they took them as if they were theirs. Murdered our Gods, too, fluffy." She spits into the frozen earth as if a bad taste caught in her mouth.
From the satchel tied about her neck, a card emerges. The card pulsates with an ugly, crimson light and it soars through the air to hover by Korri's face. The image scrawled on the surface of the card is a tower, aflame and crumbling, with the runes of "XVI" upon the top. The card floats harmlessly for a moment before the image starts to change. Shadows of equines with horns and wings can be seen.
The first appears to flicker with sparks and darkness, black and white, but little else can be made of his figure. The falls can be seen as they bend and tear unnaturally through time and space, and within the crimson waters floats the dismembered head of a massive bear. From below, a hiss escapes the maw of Miin. Similar atrocities can be seen with the lands described, with a black dog mangled amongst bamboo under the light of the moon. A gleaming shadow of light and fire dismembers an alligator in a pool of rainbows, and lastly a massive shadow stands over a tiger broken and bloodied on the rocks below a cliff.
The card then flickers back to show the tower image, falling in tight curves toward the leather bag at Miin's shoulder.
"Kaos made them pay for it, though, fluffy," she coos up at him, delight painting across her face. "Kaos killed those no good thieves and destroyed that land of traitorous filth." Laughter erupts from each of her maws with surprising force and volume, only to stop suddenly.
"They were called Helovians, fluffy. Now they are trapped here in the very world they tried to murder and destroy."
She looks at him with narrowed eyes, turning her body toward him, inching closer with frail steps. Her neck curves and turns about like a snake, reaching for her prey. "Are you one of them, fluffy?"
""
so use your fingers, darling,
and tear away at the restraints they call the body.
it's the temporary things that rip us apart,
for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces.
and tear away at the restraints they call the body.
it's the temporary things that rip us apart,
for the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces.
Miin
