» every broken promise

otem You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold Otem watched with narrow and slightly unbelieving eyes as Zahra let them be. From the second Otem was born, she hated being a child. She hated being young, and overlooked and under appreciated. Could it be that finally she was being treated as something more than a fetus with legs and vocal chords? "My mom died too. But it wasn't Kaos. The Helovian Gods were the ones who started all this. They stole and murdered and lied. He was just trying to get his family and his land back.." Otem whispered to Varuna, her new accomplice. She eyed Crowley for a moment, unsure whether or not the horned man was trying to be helpful, or if he was just goading Varuna into doing something stupid for his own amusement. It would be exactly that moment that the incredibly bizarre Castiella would show her ringed face. "That's Castiella." Otem whispered knowledgeably to her younger (but still unknown) half-sibling. "Some of her family died too." Otem's ram-horned skull bobbed at the pink filly's comment. Strange how Castiella and a lack of mother seemed to go hand in hand for Otem. Just as Otem thought the gig was up (heralded by the appearance of her Father), instead of coming and speaking only to her, Volterra's ruby stare seemed to be directed towards the boy at her side. Volterra's muzzle passed over her, breathing a warm rush of air before moving onto Varuna. You have to be kidding me, Otem thought, half amused, half annoyed. Not that she was even thinking about a boyfriend at this stage in her young life, but at this rate, there wasn't going to be a single boy that she wasn't related to. Or girl for that matter. Other than Castiella...but the pink-ringed girl wasn't Otem's type. At least she didn't think so. Otem moved with Varuna and Volterra, then nudged the black stallion's shoulder. "Dad look," Otem mumbled, trying to pull Volterra's attention away from Kaos. Otem spread her wings slightly so that Volterra would be able to see the dapples on her chest glowing with a subtle pulsing golden light. Otem grinned widely, proud of the new gift the Rift had bestowed upon her.

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