Rainforest Cliffs
08-02-2017, 01:33 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
The rainforest in all of it’s misty, weatherbeaten, emerald glory, was about the most familiar type of terrain in this underbelly-world, and such a quietly staunch, unthreatening presence that the arachnophile was more grateful to vanish back beneath the contours of.
She had been adrift for weeks, trailing the reemergence of her father - a thing which still undeniably baffled her - and with him, reluctantly, pursuing a phenomenon unfolding out at sea. It was during that time that she discovered the possibility that another realm might have existed, quite unbelievably, beneath those tumultuous waves - goodness only knew what perils lurked below the surface.
With no more desire to play ‘fish’ then return to the portal and find the next dead ancestor there, waiting, she had returned to the only place which felt normal. Wings dipped gently as her gliding frame neared the far-beneath cliffside, and she eased toward its rim with easy, artful circles.
Above, the vast leaden sky still brewed with intent, yet no rain had streaked her drying coat in nearly two days; it hardly seemed to matter, for as first steps were placed beneath the unruffled canopy, ferny fronds and vessel-like leaves forming the undergrowth, quickly ensured she was drenched once more. Almost immediately, that frigid, sunless air provoked a tide of chilled shivers along her skin.
Carefully over boulder and root, Zahra fossicked about the littered floor for any morsel that appeared remotely appetising. Moss, thankfully (easily recognised), seemed abundant upon those harder-type planes, and so it was into moss that her teeth eventually, unsuspectingly sunk into. Instantly, a scream rose around her, violent, tortured, like a child who’d been maimed; after a frightened leap backwards, her startled eyes began to search the vicinity for any sign of the babe - so loud had it been, that she expected to find one under hoof, half trampled.
But, to her surprise, there was not another soul to be found… It seemed too, that her appetite - so innocent had seemed - had all but withered up like the skeletal leaves by her feet. "Is... is someone there?" A moronic question, there was no denying that sound...
