"No!"
It was a feral scream from bleeding lips, wide, rolling, two-toned eyes narrowed as she thrashed in the sand, flailing, kicking up gritty, unsavory granules of fucking sand with every rough bout of movement. Frosted ebony tresses, wild and unruly, clung to the mare's sweat-soaked skin in uncomfortable clumps, but she didn't care. She didn't care, because she was still clearly very much alive. This was not how it was supposed to be when she had stepped through the portal to Fuck Off Land into only Kaos' tits knew where. Maybe, a little piece of the she-devil had wanted to die. Maybe a little more than a little piece of her had wanted it, yearning for freedom from her demons and her shitty hand at life... But here she was, alive and whole, in a land that she did not recognize. In a fucking desert. A desert! What cruel ironic bullshit mockery was this? Couldn't the portal have just deposited her onto the peak of an icy mountain instead?
Son of a bitch.
"No! You fucking son of a bitch! You cock-sucking bastard! Send me back or just fucking kill me!" It was a challenge. A dare. Rhiannon had seen Kaos effortlessly slay far too many lives with simply a thought to know that he simply couldn't kill her. Why?! Yeah, she had gone through the magical doorway like a good little mortal, wondering what the hell could be worth it on the other side that survival even fucking mattered, but here she was. Alive. Breathing. In a fucking desert. No one else was with her. No one else had been shit out of a magical portal into a fucking desert. Just her. Fucking great.
The brindled mare grew still at last, sides heaving from her fit of intense rage, icy-silver and molten-gold eyes regarding her surroundings for the first time since waking up in this new place. The sun was set premature in the sky, the dawn having barely broken the horizon, and already it was uncomfortably warm, especially for one who had spent their life in frozen mountaintops and snowwy valleys. For miles stretched dunes and hills of bronze sand. Sand. Rhiannon hated sand. Well, she hated almost everything, but sand was definitely near the top of her 'can piss off and never return' list.
Where did she go? Where the hell was she? This didn't look like 'Kaos Home for Creepy, Displaced, Homicidal Children', so what the fuck was she supposed to do? Give her an icy wasteland devoid of life and Rhiannon knew how to survive. She knew, intimately, how to endure the cold. Here, with her thick winter coat from Helovia in preparation for the Basin's brutal winter, the warmth already uncomfortably clung to her, making her sweat in rivulets. Fuck. Fuck.
"... Fuck." The word, however, lacked any of the previous venom that previously laced the brindled devil's words. It was soft, pitiful almost, and allowing just a touch of that innocent fear that was long forgotten. With a glance around in every direction and none the wiser as to where to go, Rhiannon stared defiantly at the sliver of sun peeking out over the horizon, the skies twisted into shades of deep blue and purple, and began her trek. For now, she would follow the sun and continue towards the east. Hopefully it wouldn't let her the fuck down.
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