Rainforest Cliffs
07-20-2017, 05:50 PM
Sea eyes glance around for…anything worth any help. There was nothing around him but more fuel for the flames. A voice breaking the roar of silent panic the pale colt jumps in his skin. What he finds though, is a filly…and colt. The girl is a pretty multi-hued thing of black white and gold ( a combination he had been seeing a lot of lately). The colt is…mud covered? Ah, there wasn’t time. The pale gold colt starts, “I-“ but then he stops. There wasn’t time for conversation. Instinct grips his legs, much like it did the other colt, to backaway, to flee. But the girl doesn’t…
“Hey!” His timid voice becomes strong as he watches the girl walk towards the flame. She was just standing there, looking at it. Harks still flat on his head the colt looks to the other, but he’s no help. “HEY, you’ll burn!” He calls again, this time willing his locked legs to step up to her side, limping with the burn but not thinking of it now, ready to pull her back, to waken her. Then he catches her murmur, but not her words. He stops calling just enough to hear the hiss of the rain.
In wonder his eyes watch the small rain storm, his fear washing away with its waters. The white flames thrash in torment, but quickly relent and return the plant to its moist state. The gold colt watches in silence as the twin of the other, noting his odd movements, slips into the rain revealing a coat not too unlike hers. Humility and guilt keep him speechless, even as the girl sighs in completion of her task. Instead Galahad merely watches next to her, forgetting he’d stepped so close.
The other colt comes from his shower, and the pale colt smiles to him, it was small and meek but there. Then he asks a question, and the colt feel slight uncomfortableness settle on him. The other colt didn’t mean harm I the question, and Galahad’s own head, having been at its height, lowers. But he stumbles. “My-“ His wings? Wings. Wings were on the other, he had just feathers. But they had done that…”I was-“ It sounded so foolish now. I was running from a- and he didn’t even know! Harks lower slightly on his head, but not in anger. “Thank you for your help…” Was all he finally mumbled. He meant it, the sincerity clear enough but his embarrassment kept him back.
Then he sees the colt do something rather strange. He pulls a wing from his side, and keeps his distance from the other. The sea eyes of the babe, narrow, but he doesn’t have time to question it. Sure glad I’m not on fire. It sacks him in the gut so hard he feels his eyes grow wet. It shouldn’t (it wasn’t supposed to maybe) but it did. The colt backs away from the damaged plants, choking too much on his own heart which swelled and cracked. He didn’t ask for this! He didn’t ask for this magic or the flames! He cursed it. He hated it! Ma wouldn’tlet him sleep next to her. Casca wouldn’t play with him like he used to. Da kept his distance. And this! This wasn’t even his other half. The half that was entirely made of fire. The side which he was cursed with at birth. The side they couldn’t even see…and he was glad for it. If this fire was enough to scare them, what would a phoenix do?
It all compressed on him, pushing into him so he could say nothing immediately back. Only his head hung and sea eyes could not meet theirs. Not in embarrassment now but in shame. It comes as a whisper, perhaps they’d hear perhaps not. He wasn’t with them anyway, not in his mind as it wrapped around the wound struck. “I wish I wa…”before it mumbled off. Then the sea eyes blink back the emotion, and he states more clearly for them. “I’m sorry.” His solemn face looking back up to them.
OOC:: @Requiem @Gabriel
“Hey!” His timid voice becomes strong as he watches the girl walk towards the flame. She was just standing there, looking at it. Harks still flat on his head the colt looks to the other, but he’s no help. “HEY, you’ll burn!” He calls again, this time willing his locked legs to step up to her side, limping with the burn but not thinking of it now, ready to pull her back, to waken her. Then he catches her murmur, but not her words. He stops calling just enough to hear the hiss of the rain.
In wonder his eyes watch the small rain storm, his fear washing away with its waters. The white flames thrash in torment, but quickly relent and return the plant to its moist state. The gold colt watches in silence as the twin of the other, noting his odd movements, slips into the rain revealing a coat not too unlike hers. Humility and guilt keep him speechless, even as the girl sighs in completion of her task. Instead Galahad merely watches next to her, forgetting he’d stepped so close.
The other colt comes from his shower, and the pale colt smiles to him, it was small and meek but there. Then he asks a question, and the colt feel slight uncomfortableness settle on him. The other colt didn’t mean harm I the question, and Galahad’s own head, having been at its height, lowers. But he stumbles. “My-“ His wings? Wings. Wings were on the other, he had just feathers. But they had done that…”I was-“ It sounded so foolish now. I was running from a- and he didn’t even know! Harks lower slightly on his head, but not in anger. “Thank you for your help…” Was all he finally mumbled. He meant it, the sincerity clear enough but his embarrassment kept him back.
Then he sees the colt do something rather strange. He pulls a wing from his side, and keeps his distance from the other. The sea eyes of the babe, narrow, but he doesn’t have time to question it. Sure glad I’m not on fire. It sacks him in the gut so hard he feels his eyes grow wet. It shouldn’t (it wasn’t supposed to maybe) but it did. The colt backs away from the damaged plants, choking too much on his own heart which swelled and cracked. He didn’t ask for this! He didn’t ask for this magic or the flames! He cursed it. He hated it! Ma wouldn’tlet him sleep next to her. Casca wouldn’t play with him like he used to. Da kept his distance. And this! This wasn’t even his other half. The half that was entirely made of fire. The side which he was cursed with at birth. The side they couldn’t even see…and he was glad for it. If this fire was enough to scare them, what would a phoenix do?
It all compressed on him, pushing into him so he could say nothing immediately back. Only his head hung and sea eyes could not meet theirs. Not in embarrassment now but in shame. It comes as a whisper, perhaps they’d hear perhaps not. He wasn’t with them anyway, not in his mind as it wrapped around the wound struck. “I wish I wa…”before it mumbled off. Then the sea eyes blink back the emotion, and he states more clearly for them. “I’m sorry.” His solemn face looking back up to them.
OOC:: @Requiem @Gabriel
