JAXIS
HANDS STEEPED IN BLOOD
Click clack click clack.
Her hooves were a monotonous thing as she walked the court, as she stepped over stones and kicked small pebbles away. It hadn't much changed as she'd grown up, including the courtyard. She used to hear tales about this place, about those that had populated the mighty Solterra, but now it seemed so.. barren, somehow. Maybe it was only because she'd been in training with her father most of her life, rather than out running about as a foal would have been doing.
A year away from adulthood and she stood taller than most horses, coming close to her father's height. With her horns, she reached his head easily, the bone dangerous and utilized as a weapon now whenever she had the chance to do so, properly. Tor had taught her well, and in the depths of her soul, she loved her father. Her mother too, and her brothers, but that was the extent of her supposed love.
It went no further than that. Anyone else was merely a pawn or a plaything, something for her to dabble with and toy with when she was bored. A good majority of them were filed like that, even those in the herd itself. But she put on a pretty face and batted those lashes, blinked those pretty purple eyes, and moved on. It had to be that way.
It was all about facades, she had learned. About making a front and working your way from the shadows. It would always be as such.
Her hooves were a monotonous thing as she walked the court, as she stepped over stones and kicked small pebbles away. It hadn't much changed as she'd grown up, including the courtyard. She used to hear tales about this place, about those that had populated the mighty Solterra, but now it seemed so.. barren, somehow. Maybe it was only because she'd been in training with her father most of her life, rather than out running about as a foal would have been doing.
A year away from adulthood and she stood taller than most horses, coming close to her father's height. With her horns, she reached his head easily, the bone dangerous and utilized as a weapon now whenever she had the chance to do so, properly. Tor had taught her well, and in the depths of her soul, she loved her father. Her mother too, and her brothers, but that was the extent of her supposed love.
It went no further than that. Anyone else was merely a pawn or a plaything, something for her to dabble with and toy with when she was bored. A good majority of them were filed like that, even those in the herd itself. But she put on a pretty face and batted those lashes, blinked those pretty purple eyes, and moved on. It had to be that way.
It was all about facades, she had learned. About making a front and working your way from the shadows. It would always be as such.
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