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shadow play
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Zahra
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For a long hard second Zahra stood there dumbly, as near to the flaming blonde as he’d allow (her mother too had burned similarly, perhaps it brought her some vaguely familiar comfort…), and with a mute expression lathered across pasty, bewildered features, she stared at the crass creature part sat-down on the soggy floor. The question posed, was one that spurred a rise of conflicted pain in her heart, so too a lurch from her hungry gut…

Who (the hell) was she?

A bubble of hesitation formed suddenly in her throat, stealing the sound brewing there and forcing her to gulp down visibly. Thankfully the cute, know-it-all filly, felt rather inclined to deliver a slice of reality on the winged-one’s behalf; Zahra nodded distractedly, pensively, to the tune of the childish voice, yet the sound of her name was rolling differently around bowl of her own twisted mind. 

Zah-ra. It stuttered.

‘Zah-ra’, came the gentle coo from her subconscious; from Ilham. 

”Zah…” she whispered beneath her breath, testing, as if trying to place broken fragments of a puzzle back together; recollection of her beloved friend and hero flashing into view. Rise and fall of the young black’s words continued like white noise in the back of her mind, and though she seemed outwardly attentive - eyes strolling between each face surrounding, ears swivelling individually to taste each sound - she was entirely preoccupied with a small piece of character, bubbling back to the surface. 

"ZERO!" she blurted suddenly, his silvery, sunset eyes materialising with all of the enticing brilliance of dawn’s first kiss. Already the beat of her heart had quickened into light frenzy, and as she poured through the events just unfolded - the marsh, all that death - a streak of panic entered her evolving expression. 

Again she gulped, forced down the weight of worry as it formed in like a stone in her throat. 

What if… 


“Like delicate lace,
So the threads intertwine,
Oh, gossamer web
Of wond'rous design!
Such beauty and grace
Wild nature produces...
Ughh, look at the spider
Suck out that bug's juices!”


― Bill Watterson, Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat: A Calvin and Hobbes Collection
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@Galahad


Messages In This Thread
shadow play - by Gwyn - 07-14-2017, 04:10 PM
RE: shadow play - by Zahra - 07-17-2017, 05:07 AM
RE: shadow play - by Galahad - 07-17-2017, 03:32 PM
RE: shadow play - by Gwyn - 07-17-2017, 04:17 PM
RE: shadow play - by Zahra - 07-17-2017, 05:34 PM
RE: shadow play - by Galahad - 07-17-2017, 09:01 PM
RE: shadow play - by Roskuld - 07-18-2017, 12:13 AM
RE: shadow play - by Gwyn - 07-18-2017, 12:36 PM
RE: shadow play - by Zahra - 07-19-2017, 11:10 PM
RE: shadow play - by Galahad - 07-20-2017, 04:29 PM
RE: shadow play - by Roskuld - 07-21-2017, 04:44 AM
RE: shadow play - by Gwyn - 07-21-2017, 04:07 PM
RE: shadow play - by Zahra - 07-21-2017, 10:32 PM
RE: shadow play - by Zahra - 08-15-2017, 03:37 AM
RE: shadow play - by Gwyn - 11-06-2017, 05:58 PM