my roots run deep into the hollow
The rain and the dark of the night makes Antiope bold in an unusual way; makes her feel like she is back in the jungle of her previous home, when she was a goddess to the equines who called it home.
She looks at this woman of shining gold skin and piercing blue eyes and remembers how it felt the first time she took a breath when the gods had brought her to life. They had filled her with so many things: hunger, power, magic. But Antiope thinks of life, bright and green, and the way they had made her something mysterious and enchanting, smokey and purple.
The other mare tips her head to the side, with lashes that sparkle with the misting rain upon them that flutter against her cheeks and something inside Antiope tightens. “And what do you desire, besides to move?”
The striped mare steps closer, dousing the light of her axe until they are shrouded in shadows and the dim refracted light that bounces from the wet surfaces of the court. Antiope steps closer, like a lioness approaching her meal, until their shoulders are touching. She is still warm, even wet. A shiver passes along her spine.
She drops her muzzle until it is nearly buried in the ivory hair by the golden woman’s ear. Her breath is soft when she speaks, “Fulfillment.” It is dark, and deep. If there is a predator stalking its way through her bones it is not hard to tell in her tone.
There are so many things she is searching for, but fulfillment speaks to much of it. And now… now, she slides her nose the length of the woman’s neck and breathes in the scent of rain soaked sand. “Find it with me,” Antiope says, though she’s not really asking.
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
