Green Labyrinth
08-09-2017, 08:52 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Often Zahra had paused on the western coast of Helovia to watch the ocean’s turning tide, mesmerised, especially when the full cheddar moon had shed gloriously golden light down to glitter the glassy, churning surface. There was a tranquility in its presence - even as the tempest wind harried it into a violent froth - the sea was bold and brave, constant and a dominant presence to behold. So too was there a memory within her mind, when the serenely natured God of the Earth, had posed upon the cliffs of his coastal kingdom to orchestrate his salty element into a grand sounding choir.
It was strange though, she didn’t ever recall the moment from the tangle of her own life’s experiences…
Like that surging tide, the mists of this wonderland rolled like tortured waves across the surface of the earth around her, leering and leaning nearer whenever they thought her guard might have lapsed - but Zahra was wary as she turned back to find Eleos, and with a swerving face, constantly on the move, there was little around her that remained unnoticed. Carefully and quietly she walked back the way she had come, but dense mist cloaked the ground even as each hoof found the supple soil below, and it became quickly apparent that this clandestine world had the upper hand.
She paused, head turned to the sky as though that darkened expanse might unleash a bolt of sunlight at any moment to spare her the way - of course, since the death of the God of the Sun, there'd been nought but this dank, humid, greyness. Finally, they golden-bellied mare decided to steal back through the air, but as she unfurled her broad wingspan and gathered strength through her thighs to launch forward, the voice in her mind whispered concern, that another was approaching; listen, beware, the little spider implored as she threaded a silken path towards the burrow behind her sister’s ear.
Zahra turned swiftly to find the familiar figure of a man discovered previously, and fear gripped her heart, purging a throbbing flood of adrenaline down through the labyrinth of golden veins throughout her frame. "Oh no…" she whispered under her breath, ears slipping rearward as the menace loomed closure - perhaps yet to notice her inconspicuous self (in comparison). But he was there, easily near enough to outrun any attempt she might make to flee, and certainly lofty enough to knock a flighted bird from her ascent.
@Dreadnought
