Siren's Summit
05-19-2018, 08:21 PM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Perhaps her intentions weren’t quite travelling the same train of thought as his own. Zahra was enthralled by the presence of the intricate, glowing creature which had rather ungraciously made a nest for itself beneath Eleos’s wet skin. Though her ear turned to the sound of his voice—his wish that it’s removal would be swift—the young mare barely realised his expectation; after all, she could see clearly that it would take a considerable amount of gouging and depth to rid it from his tissue. She had neither the desire to spill his blood this time, or the equipment to facilitate it.
With eyes straining to keep contact with the spot and chin hovering a thin string of blood above it, Zahra sealed it in, cleansing him with any luck of the pain the burrow had created (and potentially too, that which the tree’s burly bough had inflicted). The movement of his dark, glossy face towards her lured the painted girl’s attention away—an overly bright, slightly guilty, smile greeted him. “Yes,” she said promptly, “more than necessary really…” but already an idea had formed in her mind. The living tree’s skin would not be wasted, that was certain.
The stallion bent with returning ease, revealing the quality of the effect of the blessed blood he’d given her in another life, and retrieved the soggy skin which lay still on the earth where the ants had devoured its innards. Zahra was utterly relieved that the ordeal was over. So many months had been lost trying to finish the trial, and to think that they’d be free to wander again—revel in the treats which she knew the Rift did hold—filled her with immeasurable gladness. Throwing him a gentle smile (and dancing her eyes back to the softly going point on his lean rump), the princess of Hidden Falls turned to lead Eleos north, away from the summit.
“talk"
With eyes straining to keep contact with the spot and chin hovering a thin string of blood above it, Zahra sealed it in, cleansing him with any luck of the pain the burrow had created (and potentially too, that which the tree’s burly bough had inflicted). The movement of his dark, glossy face towards her lured the painted girl’s attention away—an overly bright, slightly guilty, smile greeted him. “Yes,” she said promptly, “more than necessary really…” but already an idea had formed in her mind. The living tree’s skin would not be wasted, that was certain.
The stallion bent with returning ease, revealing the quality of the effect of the blessed blood he’d given her in another life, and retrieved the soggy skin which lay still on the earth where the ants had devoured its innards. Zahra was utterly relieved that the ordeal was over. So many months had been lost trying to finish the trial, and to think that they’d be free to wander again—revel in the treats which she knew the Rift did hold—filled her with immeasurable gladness. Throwing him a gentle smile (and dancing her eyes back to the softly going point on his lean rump), the princess of Hidden Falls turned to lead Eleos north, away from the summit.
“talk"
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