Ramblers in the wilderness

Zahra & Ilham

It was pride that turned angels into devils

Tall, dark and handsome, the feathered man swivelled his lifted face at the notice of her soft and tentative voice.

 

Others purged from life into this shadowy, demon-filled realm, had reacted to the change – the surprise – with bursting volatility and aggression (she herself had dabbled on the brink of insanity, once), but there were far finer aspects to the Rift, that lurked beyond reach of the naked, presumptuous eye; the obvious. For that reason, the painted mare with the golden-tinged stomach paused a moment longer to observe his unceremonious arrival, his reaction, and only when the hue of his burly, virile voice tempted her waiting ears forward, did Zahra move from the breath of billowing shade.

 

To her surprise, those glorious array of black and white feathers which had flanked him and appealed to her want for kinship, seemed to vanish from sight and very briefly, neat, sturdy hooves ceased their cautious tread; uncertainly she searched him, scoured him, until the lure of his charmingly gallant exterior eroded that suspicion. "Aye…" the sweet note of insecurity danced ahead of her stride, "I’m Zahra." The mood of her bonded – the voice in her mind – shifted to caution, and the tiny spider (though certainly imperceptible), threaded a path up to the handy pinnacle of her sister’s poll.

 

From her vantage point, Ilham examined the stranger who’d lulled the wariness in the golden-girl to rest.

 
He is not familiar… she whispered, sensibly.
 

Zahra nodded gently so as not to displace the puny arthropod, “no, but he is different.”

 

She couldn’t deny the stir of faint attraction as she extended forth her plush, whiskered maw to meet him. He was lovely, strong despite the cruel introduction to this place (most weren't), and as she delved further into the healthy contours of his exterior, it struck her – he reminds me of Da. A small smile leaked into her otherwise passive outlook. "Are you alright?" she asked with care, signalling with bold, expressive eyes towards the awkward-looking nakedness of his shoulders.

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@Nathanael - <3