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Dreaming of BIGGER things - Tamlin - 08-04-2017
Falln-Brushes | funnybunny-stock | Breathless-dk | DruidWuStock | carmi-stock | Burtn @Glacia? :3 RE: Dreaming of BIGGER things - Zahra - 08-09-2017 Zahra & Ilham It was pride that turned angels into devils There’d been little reason to doubt Eleos’s strength, stamina, resolve. Without complaint, he had followed the tread of his golden-bellied child into the northern extremities of the rift, and thus eased her wanderlust soul for awhile.
The winged girl had grown used to the bind of her father, his new disability and the quiet hurt which seemed so natural for a bird ripped so cruelly from the sky; her heart ached for him, worried. She seldom spoke of it, but offered her staunch shoulder and flourishing feeling of empathy whenever sick thoughts unravelled suddenly, from his otherwise stoic lips. In turn, his suffering had given rise to a healthier her; a warmer, softer and better sympathetic, friend.
So too had she rekindled the relationship that she’d let decay with Ilham, the sister who remained yet strong and true through the perils of this place, and the tiny spider’s voice, as a result, seemed brighter and more consistent in her mind - like the sickness had been purged from their bond.
It’s a tree, I’m sure of it: Uwaritace… Zahra told the invisible arachnid with a giddying sense of excitement, inexplicable, but intoxicating nonetheless. Her pale were eyes fixed to the twisted limbs of the colossal skeleton, even before its true identity could be traced through the mist. Ilham hummed quietly, as she soaked in the strangely sombre setting from atop the restless swing of her older siblings velvety, ebon ear. She too knew the name of the dead mother tree, somehow, and as they came at last upon her surreal, singed form, a sort of ominous quiet fell about them both.
The tree was so large (still greater than those within the rainforest), that Zahra could scarcely even make out the curve of the charred, grey trunk. Quietly, respectfully, she touched plush lips to the scribbled black surface and held her breath; anticipation building like wildfire within her.
As her eyes peeled again, open, a streak of movement beyond a mountain of buttress roots snared their interest, and though at first she was hesitant to summon the stranger's attention - for the ambience was fittingly calm and quiet without them - the thud of each pacing stride beyond, was more than distracting.
"Are, you alright?" she called softly, venturing with sensible caution across the cold, slippery obstacle between. Through the veil of damp forelock, the young mare could just discern a dark figure, sliding again behind the tree and out of view. @Tamlin - I hope you don't mind <3 RE: Dreaming of BIGGER things - Tamlin - 08-09-2017
Falln-Brushes | funnybunny-stock | Breathless-dk | DruidWuStock | carmi-stock | Burtn @Zahra Don't mind at all ;D <3 RE: Dreaming of BIGGER things - Zahra - 08-09-2017 Zahra & Ilham It was pride that turned angels into devils Like an impassable wall in her path, the bulging surface roots of the lifeless mother-tree proved bigger an obstacle to manage than first thought. Small black pools nestled in her deep, smooth valleys threw back a pristine reflection, still and calm, as she teetered overhead clumsily, with far less dexterity than she’d presumed to be necessary. In turn, with no hope of finding traction on the sleek surface to climb, Zahra was forced to turn back and skirt a still wider berth around the massive timber skeleton. Always, she made a consecutive effort to hold the stranger’s withered, ebon frame (frozen in place, the second her voice had beckoned).
As she neared, the hustle in her stride eased and a brisk, stumbling trot became a far more measured walk. It was a he who waited around that swollen girth, a horned-one - though the winged girl quickly set aside the hasty rush of disdain. There seemed to be more to the story, for as her discerning golden eye ascended the snowy blanket on his rump she found painful spires where well-padded hips ought to have been; so too were the thighs beneath hollowed and underfed, and she wondered as she studied those horrid contours, what had suffered him to appear so poorly.
It hadn’t been that long ago, that she too had looked ill, herself.
A sympathetic warmth leaked through her core and that quiet step she approached with paused to allow him room, time. Eventually, his statuesque form shuddered to life; ears first, reclining towards her, coat flinching as nerves prickled visibly to life, and then he turned (gradually, as though stuck by indecision) to meet her. Quickly, Zahra found a gentle smile to suit the moment. That friendly gesture wavered as his queer, haunting eye set upon her and she swayed on the spot, unsure whether it might be safer instead to bid him farewell and flee.
Wait… Ilham ordered, sliding down an invisible thread to find camouflaged vantage on the charred bark.
Unlike times past, the golden-bellied girl was determined to leave a better, healthier, footprint on the world - but she would need to survive this encounter, first.
His expression was unsettlingly vacant, disconcertingly so, and she trembled there beneath its rigid hold until he spoke; the sound was raspy, harsh and remarkably well suited to his impression in general. Beneath that stiff mask, the chiselled features of his face looked gaunt and unhealthy, and shadows loomed creating still a more enigmatic exterior (in her opinion), to further challenge her resolve.
Good time was spent by each party, it seemed, inspecting the other before again the dark stallion’s rough tone pierced the silence. Relief poured through her mind like the cool evening wind after a blistering summer’s day and so too did the weak smile return to her sooty, whiskered lips. "Zahra," she returned in a show of unpracticed politeness and moved to step nearer, cautiously, across the cold bridge of another root. "Are you from Helovia too?" she asked (a stupid question really, for everyone met thus far was from the finer side of the portal), breaking the ice as simply and casually as she could. @Tamlin RE: Dreaming of BIGGER things - Tamlin - 08-10-2017
Falln-Brushes | funnybunny-stock | Breathless-dk | DruidWuStock | carmi-stock | Burtn @Zahra You write beautifylly <3 Sorry I can't keep the same standard ^^' RE: Dreaming of BIGGER things - Zahra - 08-10-2017 Zahra & Ilham It was pride that turned angels into devils The stallion’s words were unexpected, candid, accusatory and hurtful (even if the undertone were laced with something more sombre and sorrowful), yet as they squeezed the oversensitive throb of her already conflicted heart, it was a feeling still more startling that moved words to tempt pressed lips.
It seemed they both clung to a similar kind of grievance - injustice done by the predecessors of each other; both wrestled a painful life that they’d neither asked for, deserved, nor held any real want to further. Zahra felt she could see the dullness in his bland, distant expression and it struck a chord somewhere deep inside her - perhaps the daughter of the benevolent Starry-Eyed grey held more in her soul than just hatred and melancholy.
Could it have been that her obsession with herself and all of the injustices there dwelled upon, were her very own undoing, all along?
"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, humbled, when the wretched note of his voice began to trail, and she lifted her pastel eyes in an attempt to lure in the clandestine gaze beneath that concealing swarthy veil of forelock (to portray visually her remorse), "…that your family, you, were hurt by my… by those like me." Though guilt rippled through her mind, the watching girl recognised that she didn’t have to walk in the steps of those feathered, before her; she didn’t need to wear the grudge of her mother or hate the horned for the felonies done to her father.
Memory of Ashamin sprang suddenly to the forefront of her mind and Zahra smiled for the sake of his kindness and hospitality - even if the Basin had not wholeheartedly welcomed her involvement the same way.
She tried to smile, to sooth his reluctance with warmth from her own empathetic fire. "I was hurt too, a long time ago. It doesn’t feel great." Zahra tried to separate the ache of that truth - of the stinging memories stirred back to life - from the situation she found herself in now and for a moment she felt a little empowered, brave enough to perhaps turn over a new leaf - figuratively speaking. "But… I don’t think you are like them. And I don’t want to be angry and bitter," she professed boldly, tempting whatever reaction he felt was justified. Healing couldn’t begin without first addressing trauma. "I don’t want you to be angry and bitter either…"
With soft eyes, she observed the sharp bend of his long neck and the shift of the matted, unkempt mane as it slumped down to fit the new, inelegant angle. Strolling slowly down the length of his gaunt face, she arrived at the point where his maw jolted savagely, teeth ravaging the irritated skin of his breast. Maybe if there was a wound their festering in the unfriendly, humid air she could treat it, relieve him, but for a moment longer, she held her tongue, uncertain. @Tamlin - <3 there's no standard. I love your writing too (and your sad little boy)! RE: Dreaming of BIGGER things - Tamlin - 08-14-2017
Falln-Brushes | funnybunny-stock | Breathless-dk | DruidWuStock | carmi-stock | Burtn ooc; He is pulling two ways now... Either he can spot a dead animal, grow a lotus and become quite pleasant or he could attack her. What would you prefer? Maybe it will be clear after your post, but now I (he) can't decide. x3 |