Green Labyrinth
08-11-2017, 01:05 AM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
The shadowy figure, as it loomed and lumbered before her like amassing black storm clouds on the horizon, was a formidable sight to behold and frozen to the spot by burgeoning apprehension, Zahra began to tremble.
The previous meeting between them, which she knew she’d approached rather poorly, rang through her mind like tolling alarm bells; deafening, ominous. Her approach had been brash, obnoxious and misleadingly confident, for behind the ostentatious presentation of wit and quick-footedness, the golden-bellied had been but a wraith of life itself. So much had changed in the meantime, life changing moments to set new purpose and motivation, hard in her mind, and as she watched him near, now, her newly found resolve began to sway.
The thick, swirling mist did little to conceal her chalky-hued face (or the fear strained along its curves); nor did they serve to slow the long, ground devouring of even this most lax-natured stride - he continued well after eye that glowing white eye had trapped her own.
"N-no…" arrived her stammered response, partly choked by the thick musk of his hot, humid breath as it avalanched down upon her. Sooty ears hastened rearward, easily betraying her discomfort there before the mammoth beast, and her throat angled upwards, backwards, in a meek attempt to regain space. Magic, pulled from slumber in the labyrinth of her veins, began to bubble - the need to defend, protect them (for Ilham rode aloft), survive, was swelling through her tingling, twitching nervous-system. Like the heat of adrenaline, the rising feeling shocked her awareness, and one wasp hummed, and then another hummed through the narrow sliver of air left between them.
"I uh… I was not myself - want to apologise…" she panted with a noticeably fraught tenor igniting each fragment of word. With golden eyes fixed to the flying insect, she forced the prickle of leaking energy down and out of reach - at least until she could gage better the intimidating stallion’s intention.
@Dreadnought
