Siren's Summit
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
It was over. The pinus ambulo had been caught and then unceremoniously slain. As the fear subsided, leaving the hot residue of adrenaline in her bloodstream, an apprehensive sort of relief leaked on through her core.
Standing alongside her battered friend, gave her a much sounder appreciation for his company, though she couldn’t help but wonder whether the sorry stallion was really cursed. It seemed that an unpredictable aura of doom, haunted his body - the shadows which had devoured his many powers, mists which had robbed him of flight and this, otherwise insignificant walking wood, which had darn near clobbered him to death.
She tried her very hardest to squash the growing feeling right back down, but before she could help it, the humble beginnings of a smile tickled her expression.
But the shy glimmer of repose evaporated promptly as Eleos failed to settle - neither too, did he confirm that his shoulder was not worse beneath the sleek black of his skin. His gilded hooves churned the soil beneath him to mud, thrashing, stomping and his crest bent backwards sharply while bared incisors worked viciously to reach the intruder that Zahra could not see. Her ears slithered rearward, confusion twisting her pastel complexion.
“Get what?” she hummed worriedly, not this time for the state of him physically, but for the unhinged behaviour and the obvious decay of his mental capacity.
“There’s nothing there…” she tried desperately to reassure, softening her tone and aiming to run her lips against the soggy pelt that was just beyond his reach. It was smooth, flat, knotted once, maybe twice, by the very obvious wound up nature of his brawn and her eyes returned helplessly to his, bemused and rather at a loss.
But her lips, still upon him, came upon a notch suddenly, that was different to the others. Her coloured hooves shuffled a step nearer and mud flicked up the length of her legs and flicked her lean, gold-tinged undercarriage. Scrutinising gaze felt back to work, detecting the faintest trail of diluted blood against ebony, but startling her more was the green sheen, nay glow, that was nestled in below his hide.
“There’s…” She inspected it closely, “I think it’s a bug!” Her enthusiasm upon discovering the luminous arthropod was unquestionably inappropriate, and she turned to him with wide, impressed eyes, “It's stuck down under your skin!”
