Solanis
05-02-2018, 02:39 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
A soft misty chuckle emanates from the flaccid, sooty rim of each searching nostril, but its sound is not derisive in any way. Zahra’s heart hums with swollen compassion as he bares aloud to her the frayed roots of his mind. “It’s not you,” she interrupts with continued softness, the mellow croon of her young voice nurturing and supportive as it seeks to cradle the melancholy in his own. As he recoiled, her pale amber eyes traced his wearied movement with an element of longing; Eleos seemed so unlike her father, the Gallant Helovia called him, but this figure was barely a shell of that memory.
His voice again roused her focus. Pointed ears, yet to disband their post, still angled forward towards him and her eyes drifted slowly along the network of strained lines on his face, until they found the stark golden gaze at their end. The decorated feathers at the end of each wing shook lightly by the warm curve of her saturated, pallid barrel and as he went on, she felt she almost understood. Zahra’s sleek skull bounced gently. “you are not going mad Eleos… it is this place, The Rift,” she soothed earnestly, no doubt in vain, reaching marbled teeth to smooth back a skewed white feather near his wither.
The young mare’s gaze wandered forth to inspect their surroundings. There was nothing, save for the constant veil of rain and irrepressibly vibrant hue of the giants they stood amidst.
Zahra wanted desperately to reassure him, but she knew all the same that the Rift was cruel and callous - without glancing that way, her thoughts turned grimly to the naked shoulder on his other side and the moment he had plunged into deadly descent, from the sky. There was no knowing what punishment could befall him if these tasks were ignored. “What must you do for it?” she queried carefully, returning her warm eyes to his front.
His voice again roused her focus. Pointed ears, yet to disband their post, still angled forward towards him and her eyes drifted slowly along the network of strained lines on his face, until they found the stark golden gaze at their end. The decorated feathers at the end of each wing shook lightly by the warm curve of her saturated, pallid barrel and as he went on, she felt she almost understood. Zahra’s sleek skull bounced gently. “you are not going mad Eleos… it is this place, The Rift,” she soothed earnestly, no doubt in vain, reaching marbled teeth to smooth back a skewed white feather near his wither.
The young mare’s gaze wandered forth to inspect their surroundings. There was nothing, save for the constant veil of rain and irrepressibly vibrant hue of the giants they stood amidst.
Zahra wanted desperately to reassure him, but she knew all the same that the Rift was cruel and callous - without glancing that way, her thoughts turned grimly to the naked shoulder on his other side and the moment he had plunged into deadly descent, from the sky. There was no knowing what punishment could befall him if these tasks were ignored. “What must you do for it?” she queried carefully, returning her warm eyes to his front.
