BLESSED BY A BITCH FROM A BASTARD SEED
pleasure to meet you, but better to bleed
Teiran moves through the streets of her court like a snake, slipping between shadows and across the mouths of alleyways. Her sage eyes flicker back and forth, keeping an eye out for trouble. Much of the court avoids her, whether out of pity or fear she does not know and does not care. Her only job is to keep them safe, not to befriend them. Even if it were, the best thing she could do for them as a friend was to keep them safe, so she was still better off as she was now.pleasure to meet you, but better to bleed
It was a quiet day, for the most part. The streets were not busy but she still passed several citizens around each bend and down each road, and as she turned another corner she stopped, sage green eyes fixated on the scene in front of her. She saw everything like a bad slow motion film, the mother pull her child away from the approaching form of Mathias. She thinks he might continue on but no, he wheels around and stares down the boy with the smile of a beast, paralyzing him with fear.
That is when she moves, crossing the street in a few hard strides, her hooves beating down the sand beneath them. “Mathias,” her voice is not quite as flat as it usually is, edged with something sharper, and she stomps her leg down between them before shouldering her way in. Already the mother is backing away, giving her more space to move further in front of Mathias, blocking his way. “Go,” she tells the woman behind her, not taking her eyes off the man of black and white. Teiran can hear them turn and disappear.
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