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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:24 pm
"You?" scoffed Samsara incredulously with a bark of unpleasant laughter. She was surprised at the flutter's sudden appearance but her disdain was stronger. She didn't need to stalk the mare to know she wasn't a fighter. Her hide was smooth and unbroken by scars or scrapes. She looked like she had lived her entire life under a flower petal drinking nectar, which was probably a close guess.
"What use could you be, aside from entertainment?" she asked cruelly. She could think of a number of ways to have fun with this mare, starting by tearing off her antennae. Samsara had never seen a flutter with antennae before and loathed the sight of them. She hated this flutter for thinking she was good enough without being asked and hated that she had interrupted her when she wanted to think about her completed Mahapadma.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:30 pm
Mittrei was afraid of the skinwalker but she had already talked herself out of that emotion. The skinwalker might be terrifying but was only a flutter, like herself.The skinwalker had such grace, power, and even beauty that Mittrei envied her and her glossy panther pelt. Mittrei couldn't be a skinwalker herself and enjoy that blissful oblivion of conscience, but she could at least be close to one.
"I could scout for you," she said with little emotion in her voice. "I could spy and sneak, flutters are good at that as you probably already know. I could trick people into giving me information, or into following me to you." Her smile was bitter, dark, and empty. "I could do anything but fight." She was standing side by side with death right now and couldn't find it in herself to care. Ever since abandoning her foals she had fallen into a dark valley from which she had yet to find an escape. If she died then she died. Everyone had to die someday, and her life had been so bleak since then that she didn't think she would miss it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:39 pm
Looking at the flutter reminded Samsara of something. Her brow furrowed with concentration as she tried to remember what it was and when she did recall it she let loose a low growl. The flutter reminded her of herself before she was reborn. She hated thinking of the way she had been back then, worthless and unfulfilled. The flutter before her was just as worthless and weak as she had once been.
Her tail thrashed. Her teeth bared then her lips drew closed again. She decided to put the pathetic creature out of her misery and then changed her mind again. She hovered in indecision and stared down the flutter like the potential prey she was.
Through the haze of loathing and anger, it was chill rationality that won out. "Yes, you may serve me," she hissed coldly. There was a good chance the flutter could do what she said she could and that would be valuable for her Mahapadma. If she killed those that offered useful services then she wouldn't get anywhere.
Besides, if she changed her mind she could always slaughter her for fun sometime.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:44 pm
"Thank you," breathed Mittrei. "Thank you," she said a second time and louder. She was lost in her life and this was the only path she had found. She swore to anyone who asked that her children had been killed by a skinwalker. She didn't want anyone to know the horrible truth that she had simply left them somewhere. With that lie she had established a connection between herself and the skinwalker race. It made a twisted sort of sense that she should strengthen that connection now.
"I will serve you, gratefully." She lowered her head in a slight bow that shattered one of the last whole parts of herself. The flutter princess was gone, 'killed' by the skinwalker that she broke herself serving. Mittrei only hoped that what would replace the princess would be something harder and stronger. She would not break again.
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