» every broken promise

What kind of girl would blindly trust a god that could kill her without any remorse? What kind of girl would willingly – and quite possibly – give up her life to help Kaos fix this mess? It was simple, really, she was the kind of girl that was learning that sometimes she needed to get her hooves dirty when it came to try and rebuild. She wanted to believe that she did her stupid things for the better good – that perhaps when she was down in the light past the ghosts and sorrow of the river, that it was changing how the world shifted and groaned as it pulsed. But she didn’t know if it changed anything. She couldn’t see the world above anymore. Instead, it was simply her and Kaos and oh, what a story it would be to tell one day if she ever lived through it. And so she watched the body of Kisamoa begin to stop shifting and changing, relaxing from underneath her heavy tired lids. She watched him float before she asked her question, as if the god himself had died. Her heart began to pound and she uttered the question out to him, hoping for some sort of response. She was far too exhausted to say his full name, to call him Kaos – even if that’s what he was, named for the events and destruction he caused – she could only shorten it in the hope of no repercussions. Still, she stared blankly at his serpent-like form, wishing for some sort of movement. Luckily, the little harpy’s lids twitched open wider, fighting against the exhaustion that seemed demanding her to give in. He moved closer to her, seeming to glide easily against the invisible force that pushed the girl to and fro. “You are tired, little flame.” His voice was oddly gentle, and it reminded her of being back home in Dorobo, before the dark thoughts completely took over her mind, of her brother speaking to her to calm her worries. Her heart yearned for the golden colt, but dwelling on Kianzo did nothing good when she was among the dead. She lifted her head slightly to look at him, seeing his face become smooth and normal, she almost wanted to reach up and touch him, to see what horrors he had done and how they shone across his skin. But she didn’t, instead, the girl watched as he told her to be strong, nodding ever so slightly to Kisamoa while black and teal seeped from his nostrils. Her ears flicked back at first, imagining that this was the end, that her sacrifice might be how the world above would be fixed and set right, and she quietly made a note to herself to tell her family that despite no outward show of affection, that she loved the strange mismatched family they had, and that she wouldn’t have traded it for the world. But suddenly, as the smoke filled her nostrils and entered her lungs, her final thoughts of her family cleared, her eyes were no longer wrinkled with exhaustion and tiredness, and she felt as though she could move her tired body once again without the stinging pain of pushing it too far. “We’ll have to see what we can find.” He said to her, and she nodded again to him, still unable to say much. Then, a clawed paw reached for her from his fur and grabbed ahold of her. And she realized, then, that to fear this would be pointless. He could have killed her before, but he chose not to. Instead, she accepted it with a willingness to help, to change things, to show him that she wanted to help him in any way possible. And she allowed the paw to grab her and pull her down with Kisamoa until the light faded and the warmth was gone – and the screams, oh the screams, returned at first as whispers but began to grow. She came with him while he searched, her bright sapphire gaze gleaming in the dark as she tried to find what he sought – even though the girl didn’t know what it was he looked for. So she spoke up. “Is there something specific we’re looking for?” She asked him quietly, but far less tired than she had been. The stinging burning feeling of her throat from watching her death beginning to fade. Regardless if he answered, she continued to look for anything to capture the eye. There were a few slightly shiny things in the dark that she couldn’t quite figure out what they were, but she knew they were bones of some sort. Hardly useful to what she was sure Kisamoa was trying to do. So she simply continued to look. “Bones, glowing bits, monsters, boxes?” She mused quietly to herself, unsure what kind of things he was specifically looking for as she glanced around the twilight area, finding a tooth or a bone here or there, but figuring they were probably nothing interesting. He seemed to be looking for something big, so she tried to look for something a bit more substantial. "Talk." Kiada mama, i hope you get this know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold know never have i been better.

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She's basically paling around with Kisamoa, finding a few teeth and a bone here and there, but deciding they aren't important and instead tries to find something much larger!