"tamed by no time,
she is the force of nature’s course.”
she is the force of nature’s course.”
This time she has no need for power, or magic, or any mysteries that come by way of a stone unicorn. There is war in her eyes when the island fronds bend and sway beneath the hooves of horses whispering about hunting. They blaze when she can hear the distant scream of a monster.
No, the night queen in not hunting the relic. She has power to spare, and magic that terrifies her in the way she hasn't found an end to it. Her dragon is swimming in the sea with the sharks, and the squids, and all the other monsters that most of the mortal world thinks to fear.
Isra is hunting something more mortal than a promise of mystery. She is hunting bones and skin; she is hunting evil. And when a thorn brushes against her skin and turns into a daisy the forest knows to fear her a little too.
Soon it's the shore spreading out before her, pale as moonlight. Bits of dead coral crumble beneath her hooves and a distant part of her starts to sob for the way it sounds like she's walking on a meadow of bones. But still she walks onward, through the horses shifting through the sand and looking at shadows like they're maps instead of blots of darkness. She does not drop her nose from the wind, she does not stop hunting, and hunting, and hunting.
Yet when there is a flash of shadow on the sand that looks like a dragon she can't help but pause. Below the sea Fable starts to rise until the sun is dappling through the water, golden and warm against his scales. Isra does not know what instinct it is that makes her turn towards one mare instead of the other.
“What are you looking for?” She already knows, of course, but still she has to ask. Because just once she wants someone else to look her in the eyes and say, I am hunting evil too.
@Maerys // <3
