The Portal
07-27-2017, 10:55 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Zahra couldn’t…
She wouldn’t believe it.
Violent, impulsive anger engulfed her - ugly, wracking sobs, uncontrollable emotion (three years in the making) - as she collided against his sizzling, mortal flesh. With every ounce of the strength left in that withered, wretched frame, she thrust her trembling shoulder in, against him, while sodden quills recoiled and tucked flush against her side; exhaustion loomed, threatened to steal away that moment of vain indulgence.
Retribution!
To her surprise, and her relief, the transgressor remained fixed firmly in place, like the hard wood of an oak against a brittle burst of wind. Skull swung clear, neck bent up, askew, allowing the fullness of her oncoming weight to drive victoriously home, and as she slammed, his enormous wingspan splayed to accommodate their combined energy. He was solid, deceptively so, and jarring pain ricocheted through both sinew and bone in those painfully slow seconds which followed.
With throbbing eyes winced closed, and teeth ground down together - stone against stone - she sucked wildly, winded, desperate for air; fastened-back ears barely heard his pained groan. Neither was she aware of that interjecting knee, as it rose swiftly through turmoil below the smear of bruised flesh, to nudge the button that would, in turn, set her free. The collar broke loose and cool rivulets of rain slithered instantly into those blazing contours which had lain for so long, untouched beneath.
It fell with an audible slap into the mud.
Though golden blood seethed like molten lava beneath rippling, saturated skin, the sudden absence of weight, of pressure - that chill - cut through her rage like a glistening knife’s blade, robbing her suddenly of that maddened momentum. The warmth of meat drew near against the burn of her risen neck, and words wheezed weakly from his lips in the same moment (it all happened so fast).
’Z-zahra…’
The sound, so close, the taste of his breath, stale, pungent, spurred those clenched, yellowing teeth to part and inflict upon him a merciless bite. A hive’s worth of stinging wasps swarmed suddenly, materialising as if from nowhere around them; him. Again those whiskered lips snarled back, driven to punish and maim.
But they fell short this time…
Lulled by that last trickle of his tone.
Instead, her stiffened frown slid away down his girth.
"Why are you doing this?" she hissed suddenly with a voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognisable; ripping herself harshly from that warmth which had risen like freak wildfire between them. Immediately she turned from him, the stranger, wrapping herself in the comfort of familiar isolation and setting long feathers like a barrier between them. Still those tears spilt, and her head ached horrifically. "Why now?"
