don't worry mother,
your daughter is a soldier
He is a defender.
And she is a monster.
It’s this thought that has her following him, along with the anger that has returned at the sight of those ghastly roses. She’s returned back to normal, whatever this normal was. The blight within her writhes, turns black sludge from her beak and drips from her crimson eyes. She looks like a monster, and she feels like one too.
And she’s been following him for awhile.
He perches in a tree, and yet she still can’t get over the idea that he’s attuned now too. And for a moment, she lets the fury of it writhe within her as she remains a great deal away from him. He didn’t tell her, didn’t think it was worth something for her to know. Didn’t care enough to. And where once upon a time, she’s sure he would have told her, they would have enjoyed the idea of flying together and scouting from the skies, all she can think of is wishing to pluck the feathers from his wings. To show him her darkness she’s tried to hard to get away from.
But she’s a monster, and always has been.
On silent trembling wings, she lifts from the branches she’s hidden in, aimed directly for the target in the trees with black and gold feathers. Aimed directly to take him out, pluck, destroy, to make him pay. She gives nothing of her arrival, and as she nears the Sword, she extends her talons, aiming for tearing and destruction.
And she is a monster.
It’s this thought that has her following him, along with the anger that has returned at the sight of those ghastly roses. She’s returned back to normal, whatever this normal was. The blight within her writhes, turns black sludge from her beak and drips from her crimson eyes. She looks like a monster, and she feels like one too.
And she’s been following him for awhile.
He perches in a tree, and yet she still can’t get over the idea that he’s attuned now too. And for a moment, she lets the fury of it writhe within her as she remains a great deal away from him. He didn’t tell her, didn’t think it was worth something for her to know. Didn’t care enough to. And where once upon a time, she’s sure he would have told her, they would have enjoyed the idea of flying together and scouting from the skies, all she can think of is wishing to pluck the feathers from his wings. To show him her darkness she’s tried to hard to get away from.
But she’s a monster, and always has been.
On silent trembling wings, she lifts from the branches she’s hidden in, aimed directly for the target in the trees with black and gold feathers. Aimed directly to take him out, pluck, destroy, to make him pay. She gives nothing of her arrival, and as she nears the Sword, she extends her talons, aiming for tearing and destruction.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
