And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion."
For the first time Thana wishes for something like softness. Her mantle sits uneasy on her shoulder because of it, her prowling of the forest more like a fire-squad than a welcoming. Eligos settles down at her feet, remembering perhaps the cruelty of her warnings when he starts to feel the monstrous call of the grotesque.
She is not he first unicorn that had try to kill him. But she is perhaps the only one who would have succeeded if not for the bond springing between them like barbed wire instead of roots.
Thana leans back in a way that her rot does not (it's still reaching, and killing, as she takes a step back as the stallion does). Beneath her skin the magic roars a denial at the action. The violence of it sends a ache though her bones and has each hair along her spine rising. In another life she might have smiled at the discovery that it's almost easy to muzzle the wrath. In another life she might have laughed.
But in this one she only has the flare in her lilac gaze to hint that her hunger is a deep thing not yet ready to feast. And she only has the tap, tap, tap of Eligos's tail to remind her that's it's better to rest like a lion instead of pace like a wildcat. “I'm Thana.” She let's the tap make her voice steady, a thing full of distant thunder instead of winter-frost.
There is still no smile on her lips, not even when his personality blooms through the somber silence that moves with her like a shadow. Perhaps it's there though, in the way she tilts her head like he has suddenly become a bird rather than a hose itching at the magic below her skin. It is a there and gone expression.
“I know the library well” Somewhere a bird starts to sing in a tree, and a rodent rustles into the grass. The forest starts to slowly move back into life around her, adjusted perhaps to the extra weight around her hooves (or perhaps only settled into a false safety by the stillness of her form). “It's deep inside the forest.” Of course she's only wandered close one (just long enough to blaze in and out like a furious storm).
And perhaps that's why it surprises her to hear, “I will take you there.”, rolling off her lips instead of more black silence. Another bird joins the song of the forest and it settles something in her bones she did not realize had shaken loose.
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