Ultima
"THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS."
The rash had emerged a few days prior. At first, the little fae had thought nothing of it, for the patch of irritated flesh was small and such injuries were not uncommon in a place like the Rift. However, the scalding skin continued to spread as the hours ticked past. After three days, it covered a large span of her belly and had begun to crawl up her flank. She didn’t want to leave the the rash to compromise her legs or to be left open to infection. The little fae knew what had to be done to clear the infection, but she had very little experience when it came to taking life. Faes were not a violent bunch, and the very idea of having to kill made her uncomfortable.
So, instead, Sidhra began to consider ways to make sure that this loss would be a productive loss. She would not kill for sport or kill just for the sake of killing. There was a balance to this world that faes were charged with ensuring was not knocked off kilter.
The fae had been out swimming, hoping the cool salt water would soothe the burning on her sides. However there was little to be done for a magical wound. She made her way back to the shoreline with little fanfare, shaking off the excess water and intended to make her way back to the trees. Her attention was diverted by a shape pacing the shoreline, outlined by an eerie green glow. The little mare’s ears flicked in the direction of the shape and slowly her plan begin to click into place. Perhaps… she thought to herself.
She made her way over to the ever-pacing shape, slowing to a halt so as not to disturb him from his pacing but putting herself within clear view. “Pardon the intrusion,” she said, into the hybrid’s mind, gently. “You are a predator, no?” She asked, with a slight incline of her head, her plan falling into place as her silvery gaze drifted to the creatures very sharp teeth.
S I D H R A & A N U Y A
