Riptide Isles
07-31-2017, 01:28 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Torrid, remorseful tears are already bleeding from those downcast honeyed eyes when she stops before his beaten impression. Productive time has been spent in the days (surely), gone by, scouring the reservoir of faded, foggy memories, pursuing those which shed light on the relationship once held. Snippets, flashes of light and mirth – for a damp blanket of filth laid upon them - returned over time to soften her opinion and sever that loathing. Her felony was needless and unjust, and the expression now possessed, was riddled with that truth.
Shoulders rolled freely as each heavy step pulled her a little nearer, liberated in absence of the metal collar now adorning him, yet ironically burdened with all the more weight. The neck sprouting from their smoky-black midst was sunk low in submission, respect, and the gaunt-looking face (still, perhaps better familiar to him now), wore not the savage lines of that previous ill-temper; while miserable, there was a sudden soft openness, with ears set forward above, rather than flush against tangled mane.
Do not fear…
Though the warmth of her sister’s gesture was readily felt, Zahra could nary help the wrath of anticipation from trembling down through her core – she shook violently.
Without trace of contempt he came forward, covering the sloppy sand without the hesitation she’d expected; it only fuelled those frigid, cold nerves thrumming wickedly within. Did he not fear her? She did… Without a doubt the cold-hearted creature had proven her worth.
Eyes wandered across his bold black front from their dismal elevation, daring yet south of that endless golden gaze; there was perhaps a limp, hindering that fore, bruised sinew at the point of her brutal impact - she too suffered the aftermath, though worked hard to conceal burning hurt. He moved in slow motion and her tenacity began to waver as the seconds crawled by; too soon, her heart pounded, but Ilham hummed through her mind with ever steady confidence.
Once… these, reunions, had been won with vigour and childish glee.
"Hi, Da…” Dull voice quivered out lifelessly from those whiskered, ebon lips.
He welcomed her without reservation, extending plush, warm maw and a fuller tone than before, so that she might too, extend her own; a test? The introvert moved boldly (for the empathy seldom ventured out from those dark prison confines), brushing against the realness of his skin tensely, timidly, for he was no ghost…
Wings clenched snug against lean, hot framework and she moved alongside him, walking, matching his similar stride without effort or regard. Chin swept unsurely to earth, grazing the silent sweep of salty sea as it rushed along the shore. "It’s…” she tried softly, demurely, striving for tenderness that had long been broken, "it’s no Hidden Falls…” A cheap, fleeting smile crossed her lips, but tears all the same, still pulsed from tired eyes.
Shoulders rolled freely as each heavy step pulled her a little nearer, liberated in absence of the metal collar now adorning him, yet ironically burdened with all the more weight. The neck sprouting from their smoky-black midst was sunk low in submission, respect, and the gaunt-looking face (still, perhaps better familiar to him now), wore not the savage lines of that previous ill-temper; while miserable, there was a sudden soft openness, with ears set forward above, rather than flush against tangled mane.
Do not fear…
Though the warmth of her sister’s gesture was readily felt, Zahra could nary help the wrath of anticipation from trembling down through her core – she shook violently.
Without trace of contempt he came forward, covering the sloppy sand without the hesitation she’d expected; it only fuelled those frigid, cold nerves thrumming wickedly within. Did he not fear her? She did… Without a doubt the cold-hearted creature had proven her worth.
Eyes wandered across his bold black front from their dismal elevation, daring yet south of that endless golden gaze; there was perhaps a limp, hindering that fore, bruised sinew at the point of her brutal impact - she too suffered the aftermath, though worked hard to conceal burning hurt. He moved in slow motion and her tenacity began to waver as the seconds crawled by; too soon, her heart pounded, but Ilham hummed through her mind with ever steady confidence.
Once… these, reunions, had been won with vigour and childish glee.
"Hi, Da…” Dull voice quivered out lifelessly from those whiskered, ebon lips.
He welcomed her without reservation, extending plush, warm maw and a fuller tone than before, so that she might too, extend her own; a test? The introvert moved boldly (for the empathy seldom ventured out from those dark prison confines), brushing against the realness of his skin tensely, timidly, for he was no ghost…
Wings clenched snug against lean, hot framework and she moved alongside him, walking, matching his similar stride without effort or regard. Chin swept unsurely to earth, grazing the silent sweep of salty sea as it rushed along the shore. "It’s…” she tried softly, demurely, striving for tenderness that had long been broken, "it’s no Hidden Falls…” A cheap, fleeting smile crossed her lips, but tears all the same, still pulsed from tired eyes.
