Solanis
05-10-2018, 09:53 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
At least this way, Zahra thought, swallowing hard against the bubble of apprehension that had formed in her throat, the potential for either of them to meet grievous harm (like the tree, like the ghosts, like every interaction he had suffered by the Rift really), would be minimal. As precious seconds ticked by and the point the cat should finish preening grew nearer, the golden-bellied mare drew a breath, touching her eyes upon the softening features of the stallion before he turned - before he did so, an encouraging smile lit up her expression.
“We can do this…” it meant to assure.
For a moment longer, she watched his saturated, slim figure melt away between the giant fronds of Solanis’s colourful fernery. Only when she was sure he could not see, the daughter of the Gallant and the Starry-Eyed, the should be princess of the Hidden Falls, let her aching lungs vomit their content into the chilly wall of rain. It was a living nightmare that she could not wake from, a curse for which there was no cure, and Zahra felt both sadness and guilt for the predicament (particularly his), which they’d found themselves in.
Nevertheless, there was a task to be completed and narrowing her gaze back down across the feline, the painted girl focused, calling upon the magical fibres in her soul to produce for them a distraction… nay, a lure.
He sat there, beneath an emerald green awning, oblivious to the fact that it was being so closely watched - or perhaps he knew, just had a little understanding of mortality. They meant not to destroy him however, Zahra felt confident this time that she and Eleos were truly on the same page. As he finished straightening his lovely, long peacock tail and began to lick a small front paw, an impressively large centipede crawled across the soil before him…
“We can do this…” it meant to assure.
For a moment longer, she watched his saturated, slim figure melt away between the giant fronds of Solanis’s colourful fernery. Only when she was sure he could not see, the daughter of the Gallant and the Starry-Eyed, the should be princess of the Hidden Falls, let her aching lungs vomit their content into the chilly wall of rain. It was a living nightmare that she could not wake from, a curse for which there was no cure, and Zahra felt both sadness and guilt for the predicament (particularly his), which they’d found themselves in.
Nevertheless, there was a task to be completed and narrowing her gaze back down across the feline, the painted girl focused, calling upon the magical fibres in her soul to produce for them a distraction… nay, a lure.
He sat there, beneath an emerald green awning, oblivious to the fact that it was being so closely watched - or perhaps he knew, just had a little understanding of mortality. They meant not to destroy him however, Zahra felt confident this time that she and Eleos were truly on the same page. As he finished straightening his lovely, long peacock tail and began to lick a small front paw, an impressively large centipede crawled across the soil before him…
