Green Labyrinth
01-22-2018, 12:55 AM
The younger mare did not seem to like what she had to say. Even though she had been quite impressed that she had survived two encounters and had gotten the silent metus to speak with her. But petty feelings were not the Frisian's problem. The stranger was young and had obviously wanted to act important in front of everyone. K'yarie merely brushed off her look with a sweet smile.
The black and blue stallion spoke, telling her that he would be fine. All she could do was nod. It was not like she could argue with him on the matter. And so she moved beside him when they approached the lair of the met us. His hiss filled ghe air as he and Otem exchanged words. His form was weak and thin. Far from the terrifying beast that prowled labyrinth. It was sad to see the great creature fall so low.
Her chin lifted in surprise when the met us devoured the ball of light offered. Was that healthy? Or had it reached a new level of desperation in its hunger? What ever the case it thanked them and moved on. She watched it go before turning away. "Well done." She told Otem.
"Shall we return to the Matron?" She asked the dark clad stallion. He had to be sick of trekking back and forth on the whims of the Matron. Perhaps he should rest instead of going off to the beach again. She waited for his reply, not paying the other two much mind.
talk talk talk talk
The black and blue stallion spoke, telling her that he would be fine. All she could do was nod. It was not like she could argue with him on the matter. And so she moved beside him when they approached the lair of the met us. His hiss filled ghe air as he and Otem exchanged words. His form was weak and thin. Far from the terrifying beast that prowled labyrinth. It was sad to see the great creature fall so low.
Her chin lifted in surprise when the met us devoured the ball of light offered. Was that healthy? Or had it reached a new level of desperation in its hunger? What ever the case it thanked them and moved on. She watched it go before turning away. "Well done." She told Otem.
"Shall we return to the Matron?" She asked the dark clad stallion. He had to be sick of trekking back and forth on the whims of the Matron. Perhaps he should rest instead of going off to the beach again. She waited for his reply, not paying the other two much mind.
talk talk talk talk
still, the flowers open as she passes
and the birds they sing to greet her
though she heaves blood.
there is grace in a steeple collapsing.
and the birds they sing to greet her
though she heaves blood.
there is grace in a steeple collapsing.
K'yarie
