It's only forever, it's not long at all

Zahra & Ilham

It was pride that turned angels into devils

As he withdrew, like rolling black clouds behind the storm-front, Zahra couldn’t help but suck greedily at the flood of (humid, dank), fresh air as it spewed into the gap left between them. Pastel eyes narrowed frigidly upon the swing of his over-sized jawline, the jugular more or less unprotected, and the fleshy, ebon breast between the motion of his forearms - this, she mused with a tinge of hidden bitterness, is probably his prettiest side. There was constructive, sensible silence as her bonded ignored the snideness of the thought; Ilham watched from beneath oily ashen wires of the mare’s unkempt mane, undecided whether the brute before them was truly as mean-natured as his behaviour implied.

They had seen a good number of egotists through the years (predominately with horns), who really had nothing to back up the rottenness of their spirit. 

“Play safely,” she bid her sister at last, and Zahra began to count at once - a skill learned to unravel built tension. 

One, two, three, four, five…

And she might have made it to six, except the smooth thrum of Dreadnought’s quietly mannish voice slithered forward first. Sooty ears flinched forward to meet the unexpected sound, and her gaze snapped hither, scrutinising his stance, posture, presence from beneath the cunning veil of greying forelock. She couldn’t help but snot softly at his question - even Zahra struggled with the unbalanced, leaking faucets of her personality. "Still Zahra…" she announced, the reappearance of some confidence, slipping through her tone. "Just…" less crafty; “No…” The spider whistled a red warning through her mind. "Sick," she informed him, in a very controlled fashion. 

"It doesn’t matter anyway," she continued, aiming the first hint of a cosy smile in his direction. "Dreadnought, right?" She couldn’t remember which bridges were crossed last time - certainly a big one had been burned - so she played an easy card and approached their fresh start with a bolder, brighter, safer beginning. "I think we’re kinda stuck down here (again a smile), the rain is dumb, but there are a few cool places around. What’d you think?" Zahra made a bold decision to severe her (mistrusting), eyes from his skin, and thoughtfully she spanned them across the length of the horizon to the east. 

His horns still look stupid, she mused against her companions better, smarter judgement.

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