what the snow hides shall never be found
Shiing! The blade of the knife is as wicked and sharp as Hotaru's gilded tongue, as brutal as the men who loved her and left her, as cruel as the winters she weathered and the wars she won. Electric queen of the frozen north, the energy you wield is reflected in the green eyes that stare at you, through you, watching as the blade approaches with ears pulled back and white teeth bared.
But she doesn't move, not as you draw closer, not as you slip the steel between her ribs, not as you press the blade into her heart.
She stares at you and you stare at her, and as you press the knife deeper you can feel the pain, the agony, the approach of death.
Will you do it, Valkyrie? a voice that both is and is not yours asks. Behind the unicorn the small foal bleats, and now it is a mangled colt with tusks instead of antlers, too big and too lanky and destined to grow into something ruined, something only a mother could love. What pain will you endure for him? Would you give your life for his?
Are you strong enough this time, Hotaru? Or will you fail him again?
Above, the buzzards caw.
But she doesn't move, not as you draw closer, not as you slip the steel between her ribs, not as you press the blade into her heart.
She stares at you and you stare at her, and as you press the knife deeper you can feel the pain, the agony, the approach of death.
Will you do it, Valkyrie? a voice that both is and is not yours asks. Behind the unicorn the small foal bleats, and now it is a mangled colt with tusks instead of antlers, too big and too lanky and destined to grow into something ruined, something only a mother could love. What pain will you endure for him? Would you give your life for his?
Are you strong enough this time, Hotaru? Or will you fail him again?
Above, the buzzards caw.
