We Have Been Starving

With my newfound knowledge of a family I once thought lost to the outside world, to time and hate, I parade through the forest surrounding the Portal, wings outstretched as I feel my way between the trees. From the foliage comes fat drops of water, hitting the outside of my wings and raining down upon my exposed back, shivering as the water runs down my sides and through my feathers. It's quiet as I wander, having parted from Cahira and Dallilja in search of a world beyond the eerie portal with the feeling of being watched always present, eyes I cannot see boring into the back of my head as I wander.

Perhaps I should have remained with my aunts rather than venturing on my own, or found someone who wouldn't mind escorting me through the damp undergrowth, guiding me through gnarled trees and over tangled roots, past lurking dangers and confused strangers tumbling through the portal. Instead, I am all on my own, the target of a beast I cannot see nor comprehend, but will soon come to learn of — hydra. For it is lurking, foul and hungry for prey that cannot defend itself, for the unearthly scream consumes me and I am suddenly very aware of my position, of the thundering steps of a beast that hasn't eaten in an eternity, lunging for me eagerly. Out of instinct my hooves are alight, striking out at the monster without any idea of where it is, flames licking up my forelegs as I crash back into a tree, feeling the warmth of my fire singing the hair of my legs. I'm stumbling, bracing myself as the wreath around my head expands into armour, tight against my figure as I warily flee with wings outstretched, panting and shaking as I maneuver through the trees, graceful and terrified. I'm whispering under my breath, wheezing as my mind races to figure out what it is that's attacking me. "words."

Shahrokh

This is the world as I see it now
Turns out that nothing is fair

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