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 Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 6:37 pm
 Her red eyes had cracked open long before the sun had lifted its sleepy head, and she had waited silently in the early dawn until the piercing light of morning struck down the shadows. She had time to think to herself for a few hours, studying the sleeping ball of virulent black and red and distantly appraising her worth. The foal was stronger now, and clever, and Sacrifice decided now was the best time to begin. This one had much to learn about their way of life, about her destiny... Much to learn indeed. Her head dropped to nose at the filly to wake her, not rough, but completely devoid of any motherly affection. She wasn't sure how to feel that sort of thing. "Wake up." Sacrifice at least knew she was proud of her child, proud of what she'd created and how their lineage would carry on. She stretched her wings as she walked, the warmth seeping through seemingly bloodstained feathers, warming up her muscles. "Do you know why you have been blessed with so many wings?" She questioned almost absently, staring out at the slowly rising sun. Ritual had not yet learned to fly... but that would change when she grew strong.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 2:54 am
 Ritual was roused from the first nudging of her mother's snout, although she did not move right away. One onyx lid lifted, exposing the glowing coal of one scarlet iris. So much like Sacrifice's, yet so much more expressive. Hungry, almost. When Sacrifice stepped somewhat away, the filly stretched her limbs and stood. She was not yet heavy enough to be discomforted by the weight she lay upon the ground, and only recently had her legs gained the strength to hold her upright all night long. Soon it would be necessary- she was growing rather quickly.
She knew not to keep the one she knew as her caretaker waiting, and so she only shook her legs out briefly before trotting after her. Her eyes squinted in annoyance to the assault of light through the trees, but the sky overhead was a most gorgeous blood red. While her features remained cool otherwise, her mind ticked curiously over what they were to do today. A hunt? Sacrifice had roused her with what she sensed was by some intent, and she was eager.
When the question came, Ritual actually thought it over. She subconsciously ruffled the three pairs of wings against her back, proud of their arrangement. They had always been awkward for her, made her feel weighted, almost freakish. But when Sacrifice stood there and called them blessed it felt worth it to bear them, like something she could be proud of. Her black lips pulled back over depressingly normal teeth as she replied, "It is to help me serve my purpose, is it not?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 7:46 pm
"Yes." She stated in a tone that offered neither praise or disappointment, just simple satisfaction. "But do you know what that purpose is?" Though she did not know how to raise a child with love and warmth, she had enough common sense to know such a concept would be difficult to grasp when the foal had been younger, and that had been enough.
Now, it was time.
She allowed herself to reflect for a moment, remembering when it had been her father whom had approached and spoken to her, opened her eyes to the misery that consumed this world and how she could stop it. It fueled the sick desire she had, excited her when she could crush the life out of those who suffered from it. And she was still doing such good things.
There was nothing wrong with helping those in need. Ritual should understand that... with luck. A critical eye had been turned upon the little one, and Sacrifice waited patiently for an answer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:46 pm
Whatever she might have felt for answering the question correctly was quickly quashed when Sacrifice asked another. Her gaze was steady on her mother as her brain churned to find her an answer, brow creasing with concentration. Really, the way the older mare put it, it sounded as if she should know. No matter how hard she tried, however, she could not come up with an answer she felt she could use.
"No." She conceded with reluctance, lowering her gaze to the ground.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 3:19 pm
"And that is why I am here." She said easily enough, her own wings stretching faintly. "If you knew all, right away, there would be no need for me save to feed and watch over you. Today, you will learn." Her gaze briefly settled on the rising sun once more before she allowed it to settle upon the child. "There are people within this world who suffer. Life is difficult; they crack underneath the pressure and can do little. It is our duty... to free them."
She remembered when her father had first taught her this, and her gaze was momentarily distant. "Angels. That is why we have our wings; we are destined to swoop down upon the suffering, and forever relieve them the pain of living."
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