i'm collecting all the feathers,
Was she always this angry? Had she always been this vortex of ire frothed up into a storm of anger and hate? When was the last time she had been happy? When was the last time she had been free of pain? Sabrina scrubbed a mental hand down her face and sighed, trying to remember. Somewhere along the way, the sharp pain in her frog had dulled to something bearable, just like everything else; just like the knotting in the muscles of her back and the ache in her chest and the anger burning ulcerative holes in her gut and soul.
Between the rolling hills and picturesque skyline there was a path of trodden down grass that serpentined down the slopes and slithered into a valley. In the distance the hills turned into mountains, great chunks of green veined with ridges and dotted with clumps of thick juniper-colored copses. And everywhere were these stupid, talking statues. Some were no bigger than dolls. Others were massive, the type of stone titan that welcomed visitors to ancient cities; Sabrina paused to peer into the mouth of one, wondering if it was hollow.
Pools of sweat were gathering on her back from where her great hawk’s wings shadowed the dips in her muscular shoulders. She spread the things out to try and shift their weight to a more comfortable position and immediately her veins filled with the familiar, dizzying buzz of her stolen magic, like caffeine injected straight into her heart. It made the organ skip a beat until she gave up and let the extra appendages rest, useless and painful, in their normal position.
Sabrina didn’t see the individual who intruded upon her temper tantrum-- obviously, because the woman was fucking invisible, but also because she was so caught up in her own misery to truly give a damn. Unless someone had information on Delphine or was capable and willing to help, Sabrina didn’t give two shits for acquaintances and companionship. So when the dark-hued mare materialized in front of her like some sort of predator turning off an invisibility cloak, Sabrina just looked up with an unimpressed gaze and flattened her lips out in the ultimate expression of being underwhelmed.
The stranger had a laugh and made some sort of comment about Sabrina being angry. She must’ve seen that explosive display on the stupid statue. If she were a better person, Sabrina would have just walked around the red-tinted mare and move on; but she was not a good person, let alone a better one. “Your powers of observation are stellar. Non-paralleled, really. You deserve an award. Now fuck off.”
Then she just walked around the red-tinted mare and moved to continue down the valley.
Between the rolling hills and picturesque skyline there was a path of trodden down grass that serpentined down the slopes and slithered into a valley. In the distance the hills turned into mountains, great chunks of green veined with ridges and dotted with clumps of thick juniper-colored copses. And everywhere were these stupid, talking statues. Some were no bigger than dolls. Others were massive, the type of stone titan that welcomed visitors to ancient cities; Sabrina paused to peer into the mouth of one, wondering if it was hollow.
Pools of sweat were gathering on her back from where her great hawk’s wings shadowed the dips in her muscular shoulders. She spread the things out to try and shift their weight to a more comfortable position and immediately her veins filled with the familiar, dizzying buzz of her stolen magic, like caffeine injected straight into her heart. It made the organ skip a beat until she gave up and let the extra appendages rest, useless and painful, in their normal position.
Sabrina didn’t see the individual who intruded upon her temper tantrum-- obviously, because the woman was fucking invisible, but also because she was so caught up in her own misery to truly give a damn. Unless someone had information on Delphine or was capable and willing to help, Sabrina didn’t give two shits for acquaintances and companionship. So when the dark-hued mare materialized in front of her like some sort of predator turning off an invisibility cloak, Sabrina just looked up with an unimpressed gaze and flattened her lips out in the ultimate expression of being underwhelmed.
The stranger had a laugh and made some sort of comment about Sabrina being angry. She must’ve seen that explosive display on the stupid statue. If she were a better person, Sabrina would have just walked around the red-tinted mare and move on; but she was not a good person, let alone a better one. “Your powers of observation are stellar. Non-paralleled, really. You deserve an award. Now fuck off.”
Then she just walked around the red-tinted mare and moved to continue down the valley.
that are falling off your wings.
