P a n g a e a
everybody in the world are you with me?
it's too late to try to run, we run the city
it's my time, it's your time
The mare stared out into the sea, ignoring the silence of dusk settling around her. The wind wafted around her, causing her bound up mane and tail to float slightly, but her eyes were hard, cold, uncaring, unseeing. Ears twitched, before her muzzle unhinged, fangs glinting in her muzzle, razor-sharp as a predator's should be. A shriek, a call, reptilian, fear-invoking, tore through her vocal cords, a sound last heard millions of years ago, when creatures the size of small mountains traveled the land, reptiles of vast sizes. Her ears pitched forward, desperate for a call, desperate for a response from Duellum. But, there was nothing. Silence. Still. No, scatter of claw on rock as he attended to her side. No familiar feel of his own canines nipping at her flesh in play, offering to mock fight with her to let her loosen the stress, the tension.
She was truly alone wasn't she? Fuck. When had this happened, why had this happened. It hardly seemed fair. Trapped in a world she was not used to. The trees to small, the ferns non-existent. The air to dry. Nothing was familiar here. There were no sounds of her people. No dinosaurs to cross the path with. Nothing. Nothing but these weak, frail-minded horses that seemed to be so peaceful. Bah, don't they know what peaceful got you. Dead. It got you dead when something bigger, more dangerous fucking showed up with a red-tinted gaze of blood lust and hunger. Pangaea wouldn't sink to that level. She knew better. She knew what awaited those who hid behind peace and laziness. Death. Fucking Death. And she wasn't doing it. She had battled all odds to get to this point. She'd been the sole survivor of her clutch. She'd survived her pack being massacred. She'd slammed Duellum back into his body when she almost lost him too. Grasped his soul and refused to let him leave, to let him escape. Sure, he might not be alive in the same sense, but it was damn close enough.
And he had kept her from being alone. Funny how that shit's all kinds of fucked up now. This place made her feel more alone than ever. Her ears pinned back, the feeling of metal in her ears as soothing as the heavy, cold metal around her neck, the bangles in her mane and tail that kept the unruly curls pinned down. The saurian-horse turned from the water, walking along the edge of the beach, hooves dainty, her hind claws curling so they wouldn't catch and leave drag marks in the sand. Did she look a frightful mess to anyone who saw her? Scales, and claws? Fangs, and slitted eyes. Wings that mirror a bat more than a bird (and a pteranodon more than a bat at that). Would the ones in this world be afraid of her?
A cold sneer twisted across her face. They had better. She didn't have time to deal with them. No point really. She'd learned the hard way, packs only lead to heartbreak, and while this world might not be so cutthroat . . . well, she was a different sort anyways . . . Who would really wanna break bread (or steak, if she had her choice) with a creature like her? Yeah, it was easier to be alone. She wouldn't be alone for long anyways. She'd find Duellum, he was all she really needed anyways.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Faction
Notes: Figured I'd also set this as an all welcome, incase anyone wants to brave dealing with Faction AND Pangaea in the same thread.
sing it with me everybody, let's go
