Rainforest Cliffs
07-13-2018, 04:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-13-2018, 04:48 AM by Rift Presence.)
His breath becomes short, shallow camouflaging the life throbbing beneath his attractive skin. The Asulli has seen movement, like the silent forest standing around him, flanking him, covering him. Yet the hunter sees beyond the shrubbery. It is as though those hopeful, opalescent eyes upon her face bore into and burn his trembling skin.
The young creature has been searching for clarity, these past wet months, for the wind has spoken of loss—someone dear to his heart, perhaps, has fallen, another innocent victim in this world. The evidence has yet evaded his wondering heart and wandering feet, though now it lies near and something within him can feel it.
Raw instinct and the overwhelming desire to know (before he too perishes) pulls him forward suddenly from the sheltering boughs and the cold rain hisses softly as his hot tongue ventures free very briefly. The scent of both life and death feed his interest, and he turns from the two equids, ambling so slowly, vulnerable, in the direction of the carcass.
When he finds it, luring maybe the poachers along with him, the young Asulli discovers the dulled skin of his dam. He approaches it gradually, softened eyes welling with grief, for his kind remember well and cling tightly to their bonds; the tender moment continues as he slides nearer to nuzzle the face of the female, now cold and rigid, partly sunk into the mud.
She has long left the horrors of this world, and a part of him is glad.
There is movement in the scrub behind him and the Asulli turns. Now, he knows, he must flee for his own life or suffer the same cruel fate, perishing here along side his mother. Gathering himself, the shy creature slips away beneath low foliage, this time, escaping.
The young creature has been searching for clarity, these past wet months, for the wind has spoken of loss—someone dear to his heart, perhaps, has fallen, another innocent victim in this world. The evidence has yet evaded his wondering heart and wandering feet, though now it lies near and something within him can feel it.
Raw instinct and the overwhelming desire to know (before he too perishes) pulls him forward suddenly from the sheltering boughs and the cold rain hisses softly as his hot tongue ventures free very briefly. The scent of both life and death feed his interest, and he turns from the two equids, ambling so slowly, vulnerable, in the direction of the carcass.
When he finds it, luring maybe the poachers along with him, the young Asulli discovers the dulled skin of his dam. He approaches it gradually, softened eyes welling with grief, for his kind remember well and cling tightly to their bonds; the tender moment continues as he slides nearer to nuzzle the face of the female, now cold and rigid, partly sunk into the mud.
She has long left the horrors of this world, and a part of him is glad.
There is movement in the scrub behind him and the Asulli turns. Now, he knows, he must flee for his own life or suffer the same cruel fate, perishing here along side his mother. Gathering himself, the shy creature slips away beneath low foliage, this time, escaping.
the Rift
@Taivas - Congratulations! You have come upon the corpse of an already deceased Asulli. Three out of twelve of the feathers are intact (somebody’s heart was far colder than yours), along with the horn upon its head. Should you wish to claim the latter, it can be ground to powder and consumed with water to cure any disease or ailment, one time.
