The Portal
Not afraid eh? Every little thing she did, the trembling of her lip to the uneasiness of her legs, told me she was. Only a moment later, the femme's muscles appeared to give up for a second -- legs bending, rump dipping and tail flicking simultaneously. Ask a librarian for the definition of afraid and they'd display an image of this mare. A smile tugged at the corner of my kissers as she finally looked me in the eye and the ice within her gemstones glittered when she spoke her name, before abruptly breaking the staring competition. Anai. The meager dip of her aures suggested the temporary courage was gone. It struck me that she was much like a deer, exposed to the simple stare of a wild carnivore, frozen in place. Waiting to be eaten. If Aslan had stood by my side with his gleaming canines shimmering in the vague light, would she had died on the spot? The thought of it set off an inappropriate snort of a laugh and I had to swallow it. Can't be too rude. "But you never mentioned your name." Oh, honey. The laugh bubbled up again and the smirk grew wider. "You expect me to tell you?" As I nearly hissed it at her, the laugh turned into a bitter snort and my dark pillars began to move; pressing and crushing the wet ground below to leave proper imprints. Had my moniker not traveled far enough? The messengers I'd sent around the lands, across the world of Aestralyn, to have someone ask for the name my dam gave me wasn't acceptable. Grinding my teeth, I looked back at her and realised I would have to be the messenger myself in order to leave a proper imprint on these creatures' minds."Azarel." With that, I flicked the long tail I carried so proudly and walked away. Time to make these odd creatures remember me. "Laughing at you until I cry." |
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tags // @Anai
coding by Ina || art by no-per
