Riptide Isles
07-31-2017, 03:52 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Despite her sturdy (healthy, considering), preference for time spent far away from society, the period spent walking and talking with Eleos felt refreshingly natural; like she had known him for years…
Eyes wandered along the shoreline, ever grateful for even vague distraction. There were no crabs on their beach, scuttling madly as subtle shadows swept across their post, no invisible worms, bubbling beneath the waterlogged sand; not even the guttural song of those awful prolific gulls, could be heard above the thrash of ocean fury. It was bizarre, unsettling, and their queer, otherworldly replacements brought little in the way of comfort, as she gazed upon swirling, sailing group.
Through a moment of silence, meditative rather than awkward, a spine-chilling sound drew forth the interest of her ears.
Out of the corner of one eye, Zahra could see that Eleos too had noticed, for both heads were turned towards that murky, wet-horizon. The voice quickly became ten, easily thirty, maybe more, and a nervous shudder inched up, along the tired girl’s back; and then they were gone, a new phenomenon rising in the distance.
The strange funnels (the likes of which she had never before witnessed), fell out of the sky, and with them, sight more enticing. He is drawn to it, voice giddy with roused vigour and though she is uncertain, unwilling, a soft voice agrees to follow; there is a note of imploring that strikes a chord in her heart, and the black, gold and white can hardly refuse - not after the felony he has so valiantly, forgivingly cast aside. Wings flare behind him and hooves splash along the vast coast until speed grants the fond flurry of air she needs to lift.
Unicorns, she knew, were stupid animals.
She trailed her father slowly and warily as he drove a bold course towards the light - the sun? She surely hoped…
Beneath them, paddling like useless dogs adrift, three or four wingless-ones (horns, presumably) struggled a still slower, laborious journey, in turn, through the spreading blood of the discovered ruined sea-beast. Ahead, their kin soared with effortless grace and momentum, riding rough thermals like dolphins surfed waves; Zahra recognised neither and drew subliminally closer to the gliding stallion alongside.
@Eleos
