The Portal
07-15-2017, 09:27 AM
Eira...
The earth, cast in eerie, ethereal hue, fails to swallow her - a part of her imagined it might - and instead veils of smoky, billowing shadow looms in closer; neon-white eyes flash wickedly through its ever-moving midst, always distant, always watching. Sobs pour torrents of tears upon that carpet of supernatural colour, but their sound, the brokenness of each whimper, pulls from the underworld no answer.
Except…
Their stare is penetrating, burning (though no brand beneath finds hold on her skin), and the sprawled foal begins at last to squirm. Finally ebon lashes split, and red-stained blue, timid eyes peer out. In one glance -the first - she beholds the queerness of the world tumbled into, and Eira trembles terribly with fear. “Indra”, she whispers still softer than even the wiliest ear might detect, “are you?”
Still she feels cold, alone and wretched, but there is a feeling stirring above it all, a rising weariness that pales the familiar weight of blissful exhaustion at the end of every day. Nay, it aches in her stomach, like a knife driven through skin; lips wince, journey south to brush against the muddy hide of blue, that encircles her bowel. “Ouch,” she mews, and still-white teeth graze the invisible line as it stings - very much real.
Welling tears break their back, spilling forth in flood, down pre-etched channels.
That velvety maw recoils suddenly, diverting aim to a curse hotter still (it fizzes grotesquely, hisses!); searing acid is pain newer than anything previous, agony, and delirious panic grips her mind. “Help!" she screams, though the sound chokes in her throat and strengthless legs scrabble as hooves quest for traction in the tangle of copious vine.
A harrowed gambol, wings flailing about, helps little to dim the terrorising sensation, less still does it offer an escape. Instinct steers her south - in the direction exactly opposite to the position of her pain (there upon her left collar) - and she moves with the speed of one hunted.
Soon, those blinking, glinting white eyes haunt only her memory, and a new obstacle rises before her, all around her; wild, ancient jungle, through which no path existed to aid her arrival.
{Eira exiting - entering the periphery of Rainforest Cliffs} "I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter." |
