i hate you
because i love you
but you don't love me
out of the corner of her eye she saw a moving figure and wearily turned her attention to see what it was. the dancing figure of the stallion caused her a vague sense of movement, and, with a smile dancing in her dark twin oracles, she slid forward, to greet him.
her stride, her stance, the way her silver and ebony streaked tendrils flickered against her hocks, it was all vaguely reminiscent of a feline. that was aerial. the hunter. few could best her in battle, but the slight limp she had from her rescent battle with frozen dreams was proof enough that she was not invinsible, or as good a fighter as she desired to be.
she slide to a graceful stop before the male, her zenith rising towards the heavens and her pate tipping towads the ground in greetings. so he'd gotten her attention. what did he want though?
"salutations. i am aerial. who might you be?"
a e r i a l
mouthful of poison
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