Siren's Summit
05-12-2018, 07:46 PM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
There was far to much enthusiasm surrounding her discovery, unquestionably, but Zahra was more than taken by any creature of the arthropod variety - beneath the skin of her friend, or not. As he stood their bristled and in agony beneath her narrowed examining stare, the painted mare tried to ascertain just what exactly they were dealing with, whether it was dangerous or perhaps just lost. “It’s uh…” she mumbled, distractedly ignoring his harrowed question when it again pressed her ears.
It was beautiful. Sooty lips curled upwards admiringly.
She wanted to reassure him, to capture it and keep it even more, but the flesh surrounding the tiny creature’s burrow-site flinched and trembled terribly. The scarab was well and truly stuck. “It’s pretty rooted in there…” she explained gently, carefully, snorting softly towards Eleos’s turned face; and sure of the gravity of his plight (the fact that it would not easily be rectified), Zahra tried to lighten the mood. “There sure is a nice glow around it though…”
Stepping back, eyes still glued to the site, the pegasus mare shuffled the densely feathered wings by each flank; the glassy, coloured primaries glistened attractively in the dreary light. Lips dipped, grappling for the spear which was concealed beneath the main joint, the razor-like tip, sliding with deliberate pressure against the prick so that a small amount of her blessed blood might be drawn. “Hold still,” Zahra told him, then aligning her chin so that the drips would dangle and fall upon the wound left upon the surface. Should he allow it, the curious fluid would sew back together the torn, bruised tissue there and leave a light, golden scar.
It was beautiful. Sooty lips curled upwards admiringly.
She wanted to reassure him, to capture it and keep it even more, but the flesh surrounding the tiny creature’s burrow-site flinched and trembled terribly. The scarab was well and truly stuck. “It’s pretty rooted in there…” she explained gently, carefully, snorting softly towards Eleos’s turned face; and sure of the gravity of his plight (the fact that it would not easily be rectified), Zahra tried to lighten the mood. “There sure is a nice glow around it though…”
Stepping back, eyes still glued to the site, the pegasus mare shuffled the densely feathered wings by each flank; the glassy, coloured primaries glistened attractively in the dreary light. Lips dipped, grappling for the spear which was concealed beneath the main joint, the razor-like tip, sliding with deliberate pressure against the prick so that a small amount of her blessed blood might be drawn. “Hold still,” Zahra told him, then aligning her chin so that the drips would dangle and fall upon the wound left upon the surface. Should he allow it, the curious fluid would sew back together the torn, bruised tissue there and leave a light, golden scar.
