Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Her magic, her furious blood, slips past hunger and turns feral as a storm caught between her skin. She can feel it, the violence, the rage, and the--
and the--
She can feel the sand dissolving into dust and smoke. She can feel the golden ichor pulsing down her throat and sliding into the marrow of her organs like a disease. The monster's heartbeat flutters towards death and her own stutters once in her chest and starts to flutter in an echo. Together they become not two dying things thrashing violently on the sand. Together they become one thing, one monster, one shape of violence smelted into bone and flesh.
She trembles. The monster trembles. The desert wind rushes in and brings with it the dawn.
Thana, who has never known that word, mercy, takes her teeth from the throat of the monster. And the monster who has never begged for anything pulls his claws out from the unicorn's side. Together they do not rise, but tilt bloody eyes towards the the dawn, and the golden desert sand reaching out endlessly towards that horizon like a sea of nothing.
Together they close their eyes as the dawn turns to shades of blue and gold. Blood soaks into the sand around him and becomes nothing more than another oasis of violence in the red desert.
And if they find death, go through death, they will do that together too.
"Speaking."
and the--
She can feel the sand dissolving into dust and smoke. She can feel the golden ichor pulsing down her throat and sliding into the marrow of her organs like a disease. The monster's heartbeat flutters towards death and her own stutters once in her chest and starts to flutter in an echo. Together they become not two dying things thrashing violently on the sand. Together they become one thing, one monster, one shape of violence smelted into bone and flesh.
She trembles. The monster trembles. The desert wind rushes in and brings with it the dawn.
Thana, who has never known that word, mercy, takes her teeth from the throat of the monster. And the monster who has never begged for anything pulls his claws out from the unicorn's side. Together they do not rise, but tilt bloody eyes towards the the dawn, and the golden desert sand reaching out endlessly towards that horizon like a sea of nothing.
Together they close their eyes as the dawn turns to shades of blue and gold. Blood soaks into the sand around him and becomes nothing more than another oasis of violence in the red desert.
And if they find death, go through death, they will do that together too.
