Solanis
beyond visions of wretched smiles and the dread that they've befriended
Miin is flatly disappointed by the lack of response from the pallid colored mare. A scowl forms on one of my maws, but the rest hold the same sadistic glee as before.
She wanted dramatic expression. Fear. Disgust. All the darker parts of the mortal heart.
She wanted to memorize the agony of the mind on the faces of all she met.
This girl was useless.
The soft pale glow of her coat is pretty, though, and Miin wants to take a closer look... maybe too close. Her dark eyes slip over the frame of the shaman with deft interest, seeking the fibers of her soul, the history. Another kindly, smiling face appears in her mind, but instead of a dull shine, this one is radiant like the sun. A hiss escapes from one maw as she withdraws from the vision with a single word - Onni.
"A mother's child carries her gifts," the crazed mystic swoons, her crown dancing precariously atop her sickly thin neck. The chime of countless beads rings in the air, along with the softly falling rains. "Do you miss her, lovely?"
The tone is almost soft. Almost.
Then, the old bird remembers she heard a question float from the little moon's lips a few moments before. She tilts her head, stepping closer and completely ignoring the distance the other tried to create with cautious steps back. "The Rift, as you call her... Hmph!" she sighs dramatically, her faces all wearing a different shade of displeasure. "The pretty one takes and gives gifts, yes. The pretty one."
From the leather satchel, a card emerges. The card floats in front of Miin's face, glowing with a strange, eerie aura. Upon the face of the card is a beauty of all white, inexplicably hovering above the surface of the world. Inscribed at the top of the card is "XXI". The surface glimmers in the dull light, and then shows, quite violently, the destruction of the Scint River, which once resided in the Rift. It's accuracy of events is questionable, since Miin only arrived to the scene after the river had been torn from the Rift. After the vision, the card slides back into the satchel without warning.
"Destruction is the natural end, lovely, and the pretty one specializes in it. She has been destroying and restoring this world for decades," the statement ends with a nasty chuckle of delight. "Just like the lands, the living suffer the same fate. Yes, yes, lovely. The pretty one destroys and rebuilds those she thinks are weak."
Her black eyes all shift to the pale face of the mare, looking for some sort of reaction, likely to be disappointed.
"Tell Miin, lovely, what made you her new target?"
""
She wanted dramatic expression. Fear. Disgust. All the darker parts of the mortal heart.
She wanted to memorize the agony of the mind on the faces of all she met.
This girl was useless.
The soft pale glow of her coat is pretty, though, and Miin wants to take a closer look... maybe too close. Her dark eyes slip over the frame of the shaman with deft interest, seeking the fibers of her soul, the history. Another kindly, smiling face appears in her mind, but instead of a dull shine, this one is radiant like the sun. A hiss escapes from one maw as she withdraws from the vision with a single word - Onni.
"A mother's child carries her gifts," the crazed mystic swoons, her crown dancing precariously atop her sickly thin neck. The chime of countless beads rings in the air, along with the softly falling rains. "Do you miss her, lovely?"
The tone is almost soft. Almost.
Then, the old bird remembers she heard a question float from the little moon's lips a few moments before. She tilts her head, stepping closer and completely ignoring the distance the other tried to create with cautious steps back. "The Rift, as you call her... Hmph!" she sighs dramatically, her faces all wearing a different shade of displeasure. "The pretty one takes and gives gifts, yes. The pretty one."
From the leather satchel, a card emerges. The card floats in front of Miin's face, glowing with a strange, eerie aura. Upon the face of the card is a beauty of all white, inexplicably hovering above the surface of the world. Inscribed at the top of the card is "XXI". The surface glimmers in the dull light, and then shows, quite violently, the destruction of the Scint River, which once resided in the Rift. It's accuracy of events is questionable, since Miin only arrived to the scene after the river had been torn from the Rift. After the vision, the card slides back into the satchel without warning.
"Destruction is the natural end, lovely, and the pretty one specializes in it. She has been destroying and restoring this world for decades," the statement ends with a nasty chuckle of delight. "Just like the lands, the living suffer the same fate. Yes, yes, lovely. The pretty one destroys and rebuilds those she thinks are weak."
Her black eyes all shift to the pale face of the mare, looking for some sort of reaction, likely to be disappointed.
"Tell Miin, lovely, what made you her new target?"
""
miin
