ARAXES
tender heart
Closed. Isolated. Trapped. In all her time in Denocte, Araxes had never felt trapped, felt like a prisoner, and yet here she was, here she did. Her steps were not soft as they usually were, but sharp slams of hoof on flooring as she paced the library, as her tail dragged, as her wings puffed up and fluttered and her eyes narrowed. Anger radiated off of the usually docile woman, her muscles taut with it and her heart tied up in knots.
She was trapped in Denocte, away from half of her family, half of her heart.
It wasn't fair, it wasn't right and the two Courts were becoming childish with one another. Enough so that they were willing to lock away their citizens for supposed safety, or so the regime had claimed. The Champion didn't feel safe, she felt as if she were a prisoner. This was no decree for safety but a mandatory curfew that seemed to have no end in sight. Why were they all so foolish?
The mare whipped around, walking, stomping in her anger. Not only had this caused a rift, but there was uneasiness with the twins again. Cynix and Siavax, almost full grown, and yet being frowned upon for their parentage, for coming from the meeting of Night and Day, for being twilight children.
Pausing her stomping hooves, Araxes felt herself huff, felt the ripple of anger in her gut and the clenching in her jaw. The sting of her eyes as she whipped her body around and flung her ears back, wings tucking but ruffling up with feathers nearly on end in her emotional state.
She would not stay here.
Pausing, she could hear hooves, and she narrowed her slate eyes, wondering if it was one of the regime. Maybe there was a way to talk some sense in to them, if she could.
She was trapped in Denocte, away from half of her family, half of her heart.
It wasn't fair, it wasn't right and the two Courts were becoming childish with one another. Enough so that they were willing to lock away their citizens for supposed safety, or so the regime had claimed. The Champion didn't feel safe, she felt as if she were a prisoner. This was no decree for safety but a mandatory curfew that seemed to have no end in sight. Why were they all so foolish?
The mare whipped around, walking, stomping in her anger. Not only had this caused a rift, but there was uneasiness with the twins again. Cynix and Siavax, almost full grown, and yet being frowned upon for their parentage, for coming from the meeting of Night and Day, for being twilight children.
Pausing her stomping hooves, Araxes felt herself huff, felt the ripple of anger in her gut and the clenching in her jaw. The sting of her eyes as she whipped her body around and flung her ears back, wings tucking but ruffling up with feathers nearly on end in her emotional state.
She would not stay here.
Pausing, she could hear hooves, and she narrowed her slate eyes, wondering if it was one of the regime. Maybe there was a way to talk some sense in to them, if she could.
open for anyone! though @Reichenbach @Aislinn and @Isorath are definitely welcome in this
