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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#1

She'd left, driven northbound by mystical forces that wanted her to feel the chill of the coming Frostfall, to see the stars twinkle in the crisp, icy air as they dress themselves in the colours produced by vibrant, mythical Northern Lights. She wanted everything that her island home wasn't able to hand her. She was child living inside the reverse of her true love, offering every piece of her body and soul to something that didn't feel right.
The desert simply wasn't her like the snow was back north.
Snowflakes had yet to begin their descent from the bleak, dove coloured clouds that loomed over the northern peaks like a dark, malevolent force. She wanted them like she wanted so many other things in life.
She wanted them to charge down and lock her into the caves forever. She wanted their icy fingers to tear her skin down to the bone where she could feel every bit of their cold embrace at the finest points, all the way down to the raw nerves.
Overall, Sikeax wanted herself to pass into the new realm of living in the north, surrounded by what cradled her when she entered the world. The snow was a beautiful that twinkled and glimmered like precious stones under the low beams of the Sun. Down south, it would be burning with a vengeance, but here? Oh no, it was calm, gentle, and most importantly, affectionate.
Hobgoblin complained somewhat along the way. It had become almost second nature for the champagne to expect his complaints. For today, it had been the relentless pace of her journey, collecting her sides into a long canter in silence.
In the end, he gave up, tangling himself up in her dark mane and clinging with small claws, tucked away into the coarse, tangled mass.
Dusk settled itself firmly into the ice caves by the time the hollow clicks and thumps of her hooves meeting the floor bounced off the walls. Hobgoblin's head pushes itself out, latching talons into her mane and neck as he climbs up to her skull, swing a long neck about to stare into the blue caves. A hiss releases from his lips in a long, slow sort of way like steam escaping a boiling tea kettle. Teeth fill the gaping area that appears from between his lips.
"Be quiet. Nothing is here." Harsh and bitter, stern in order to add discipline because she can feel the anger and distrust that fills his heart at the depths of an unknown place. Her mind is red with his anger, and while she tries to fight him, it's a losing, downhill battle.
"Nothing here will hurt you, I assure you." No relief is given as the feeling of claws digging into her skin heightens. Before long there will be blood.
Standing in the doorway, she sighs. Warmth trickles down the right side of her neck as she twists a single ear about to meet the sound of flapping wings, the burst of air that strikes her and the sight of her companion fly forward into the maze. Unblinking, she trails, following the boy as he releases a weak attempt of a scream, yelling outwards into the abyss to announce his presence, their presence in the only way he is sure will get him much needed attention that Sikeax has denied.

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Zahra Posts: 64
Outcast
Filly :: Pegasus :: 15hh :: 2 Years
Hanna :: Common Kitsune :: Fire & Ilham :: Bark Spider :: None Riven
#2
Zahra, Ilham, and Hanna
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Zahra was cold to the bone, empty…

Numb.

Not a thought reeled through her mind, not a hint of remorse danced through the hollow trance of her gaze. There was just nothing.

Shock, confusion, fatigue

She strode from the scene without even a tear to warm or mellow the glassy, vacant stain in her eyes. Turning for a moment, the tiny filly traced the dark outline of death - that poor mare, fallen - she would never wake up. The notion was both horribly sad and pitifully permanent. Pristine white lashes fluttered hesitantly before lids drew like dark curtains across the morbid scene for the final time. She barely noticed the golden stallion, lingering (or leaving, whatever necessary feat he thought next should happen); he didn’t matter, she didn't - none of this did. It was all a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, obviously.

Thin, wobbly legs began again to travel, gliding carefully above the rough, muddy terrain until snow again turned the path south, a foul shade of white. Zahra had never been a fan of snow, of cold weather, and she wondered how on earth she’d come so far without any desire to retreat back to… well, she wasn’t really even sure where she was headed now. She paused for a moment, shivering, teeth chattering, and dipped her small inky lips to brush the thick ashen coat of her sister. ‘Where were we going? I can’t remember,’ she hummed with a soft, tender smile, but the Kitsune returned no reply to the innocent pondering of her older sibling, and instead pressed warmth against the filly’s bony black foreleg; for the moment she placed the old leather bag they had taken at the dying mare’s wish upon the ground.

She shrugged gently and continued on towards a ridge of what could only be described as teeth, tips glinting like crystal in the sunlight.

Zahra couldn’t remember exactly when her parents had passed - long enough at least for her to have found relative peace with concept. She often thought of them, though her mother seemed only to be a dim blur beside the gallant vision of her kingly father. They were laid together at rest in a golden tomb just east of the Threshold, but she was reluctant to visit; a fierce sense of foreboding warned her away from such thinking. A herd dwelled in a lush region of swollen waterfalls and rolling grass knolls there, and somehow she remembered them to be a vain and immoral group of mercenaries who thought only as far as their own pride - which she gathered too, was not something terribly respectable. It was they who kept the child’s curiosity at bay.

But she wasn’t alone in the world. Bird, her sister, was perhaps the greatest gift bestowed by her loving parents (aside from the beautiful memories she otherwise clung to), and for as long as Zahra could remember they had never been apart.

The ageing afternoon was warm despite the bitter wind howling down from the cloud encased, jagged mountains still farther north (a wilderness she was certain not to explore any time soon), and though her young coat was still unfortunately thin and soaked wet to the skin, the sun’s delicious rays spilled down upon the darkest stretch of her canvas like the thick feathered embrace of her father’s white wing. An eye turned briefly up toward the heavens found a sky bluer than ever had been witnessed before and each wing flanking her lean barrel shook stiffly. Though she longed to learn to fly, the filly knew well that her beloved sister had not the capacity and she spoke seldom of that desire.

’I've always wanted to see these…’ Zahra hummed quietly and genuinely, distracting that pattern of thought as they descended at last upon the coastal ice-formations - they were undeniably impressive, but not at all something she would normally be drawn to. In truth, there had only been one occasion previously that she had passed by the area - she of course, was blissfully unaware. Bird flanked in silence, intrigued by the giant landmarks, but paused as her sister did abruptly, to scan the unfamiliar area first; sharp milk-teeth tightened around the bag in their grasp. The sisters were each exhausted, as weary as one might be after covering half the length of Helovia in a week without respite - drawn as though emotions had frayed and fractured their minds. Neither had occurred though, and the golden child put it down to the shifting season around them; she had seen Orangemoon wither away leaves and chill the balmy air many months ago, after all.

They dabbled about into the evening, half-heartedly searching for a safe enough place to rest their heads. A series of caves dotted a rugged mountainside and it was to these they eventually gravitated - a place out of the elements, where perhaps the ravenous hunt of a predator might not find them. As the light began to wane, Zahra lead towards one entrance that seemed to be set aside from the others, her quivering nose sank to scent the slush across the doorway and she was startled to find that another’s presence lay thick upon it. There was a murmur from within, a voice, and the filly whispered tentatively without daring too close, “is someone there…?” Suddenly a scream rose from the depths and the siblings both leapt from the caves’s mouth in fright. A reckless glance thrown back over her shoulder discovered a faint glow within however, and it caused the foal’s legs to stagger and still.
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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#3

Another scream, this time it holds more raw power to it, like he's finally gotten hold of the vocal cords in his body. "Please, stop. There might be predators." Something else fills her ears, echoing like a distant whisper carried along by a tired wind that has lost it's might. Excitement that isn't her own fills her chest with a faint sense of mischief, tainted by the worried that Sikeax brings to the table.
Hobgoblin, now intrigued by the sound that isn't Sia's, bursts from his previous path, soaring over the mare's horn and following the fading light towards the exit in search of whatever he could find.
For once in her life, Sikeax is scared for the safety of someone else when his hands are ready for blood. She can't control him. He's his own being and almost has power over herself, guiding the bond with a yin and yang tango that destroys the other.
"Hobgoblin! No!"
Months of having lived on the ice and snow has taught her important lessons, such as it isn't wise to move quickly upon the slick floor. His wings are faster than her's and she can never trust him, and in the heat of the moment, driven by fear and worry, she gallops like a dumbass.
At first, her hooves scrape and scramble across the floor, cutting down on the long, overgrown and cracked edges of her hooves. Traction almost seems impossible until something finds a grip and throws her forward, slipping and tumbling about like a mad man. Hobgoblin's cries fill her ears as she gets the first sight of the light and a....
Child?
She finds herself skidding to make the stop in time, almost falling as her hooves do the best to uphold her weight on such a difficult foundation. The sight that fills her eyes is nothing more than a lone, small child, about the same size that she was when she left this place, left at the raw of end of the Wyvern's hateful screeches and hisses.
"You stop that! Quit bullying people! What is wrong with you?!"
She finally hits something with him as she yells. The pang of guilt that strikes her is his own.
Annoyance rather than anger fills her veins, turning to look at the child with a sigh. Her eyes check for the presence of a parent, finding only a small fox that reminded her of Imogen and Lena.
Alone.
While Hobgoblin crawls back to her with his tail between her legs, she moves to meet the small child, frowning. "Are you okay? I apologize for him; he's still a baby and I don't think he'll ever have an idea of what is right and what is wrong." Her eyes throw themselves over the distance, over the child and into the the empty abyss they'd left behind. A twist in her heart occurs, and for once, she worries that the child has been abandoned.
She checks with the child to make sure they're okay, extending a muzzle in their direction, offering comfort and affection. Babies would die when left alone to the winter.
"Where are your parents?" She takes the moment of wondering if she should really let herself be known, carelessly tossing out her name to anyone that might use it against her. Children were different things, though. She was one herself once and should be aware of their feelings and actions.
"I'm Sikeax, but you're free to call me Sia if you want to. And him," She swings a horned skull in the direction of the small Wyvern who pushed himself into a corner, watching with guilt. "his name is Hobgoblin."
She hopes the presence of names could draw the comfortableness out of the situation, to hopefully aid in the process of building up some sort of trust out of the child.
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@[Zahra]

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Zahra Posts: 64
Outcast
Filly :: Pegasus :: 15hh :: 2 Years
Hanna :: Common Kitsune :: Fire & Ilham :: Bark Spider :: None Riven
#4
Zahra, Ilham, and Hanna
It was pride that turned angels into devils
With baited breath and an expanding inclination to just flee the presence of the shrieking, cold-lurking creature within the cave, Zahra stiffened in place. The echo of movement, of clattering and wind echoed from the gaping entrance and her wild imagination reeled with theories - two-legged monsters lathered in hair, feathers, fanged felines prowling, even wicked mice teasing her resolve with amplifying funnels and makeshift wings… Her fine black ears wavered cautiously as her thundering pulse overwhelmed all thought in her mind, and she cast a wide golden eye to where the pale-coated Kitsune had paused a safer distance away. Both trembled with anticipation, terrified but all the same eager.

Thought of death and gore faded swiftly, if only for now, and from the surface of her mind. She was a child, too easily distracted, bribed from the claws of pessimism by the prospect of new adventure, excitement - that’s what life was all about.

Seconds later, and much to the siblings’ surprise, a creature like nothing Zahra could have ever predicted emerged with scales gleaming in the dusky low-light. It was not quite a lizard of which she had seen many, not really a dragon like that which her mother had shown her both by the gift of new memory and in tales long ago; it certainly was not a bird, though its bi-legged posture was similar, and its voice drew naught but the ricochet of shivers down her spine. She slid backwards artfully, gaze fixed to the most astonishing creature. By no means at all did it seem to be friendly.

Behind her Bird growled, reluctant though to rise to any challenge.

With no time to spare, to think or even really respond, another horse appeared behind the winged serpent, and the small gold-dusted filly could only listen as she scolded harshly. The creature’s wicked tail curled submissively and it shrank back like a child, warned away from deep water. Zahra’s heart sank for a moment and she thought of her best friend Ze-ro and the instructions he’d bestowed that night down in the meadow… “You gotta take care of her, and never be mean to her…” the brave, wise colt had said, and the trusting girl had thus far adhered to every word. Concernedly she turned, but her sister had slipped nearer already, hackles raised leather satchel resting between pastel claws.

“S’ok Bird,” she soothed in vain.

The mare stepped closer to the bound couple, and the foal’s weary gaze returned to meet her. Between her pretty blue eyes grew a horn tinged the same - it glowed curiously, enchantingly - and for a long while it held the girl’s undivided attention. "Yes," she answered quickly, stare flinching not even for a second. "But Ze-ro says y-can’t be mean to a ‘panion…" The matter of fact tone lacing each softly spoken word was laced with childish innocence and when Zahra finally did drag her stunned eyes away, they found the mares’ before her, riddled with concern. "K?" she mimicked the colt’s request bluntly.

Her taller company’s eyes diverted suddenly, and the filly turned her face around curiously to find the new attraction.

Nothing but a flat field of dimming brown and white…

The other reached forward in friendly gesture and Zahra smiled gingerly upon return, answering with a soft flutter of nostrils against the stranger's new warmth. "In the cave," she replied genuinely - they lay together beneath a great rugged mountain which belonged to Grampa Earth. She had been without them, wandering like a grown up, for months. Golden pools swung between the Sikeax the Unicorn and Hobbaglobbin the ‘panion, before she too issued her name and Bird’s. "I'm Zah… I’m Zah-ra," she explained with considerable effort, "…and Bird." Thin inky lips danced across the puppy’s white face fondly. "…d'ya got any eggs?"
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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#5

Claws and teeth clip into her skin, using her body as a ladder to climb to the top and stare down upon the youth. Sikeax listens with careful attention, turning to aid his ascend with her muzzle as teeth as sharp as scalps latch onto her mane and pull, pushing his claws into her neck and dragging them along her pale skin. A grunt of frustration erupts from him the moment he makes the ridge of her neck.
Deep down, she feels slightly guilty, but there aren't words designed to explain the sort of things that went on between the two of them. The more they gathered, the more sacred things became. To expel their bond would almost a complete lost of trust.
"I understand." Her voice is quiet and low as her ears tuck down to make room for the Wyvern, leaning his head out towards the child along an extended neck and chirping intently at her presence. The sound is almost teasing, as if he asks for something he shouldn't be looking for.
"He's different. I trust him, but there's times when I worry he'll do something that he isn't aware is correct. I'd be heartbroken if he wounded you and got away with it as if it was nothing." The words are replied with a hiss, swinging a barbed tail about the base of her head and along the upper section of her neck. "He'd do it again without thought if I didn't get onto him." A smile paints her lips in watery face paint, trying to make it work so that these things wouldn't be as bad as they were. "But next time, I promise not to be as harsh on him."
A sigh pushes from her lips as the child turns to look in the same direction as her. Nothing. She had been so free and adventureous as a child, but this place, it was her real home. She knew it like the back of her hand, knowing the best places to sleep, where to avoid the winds, everything. There was nothing wrong with the caves, but with a child that she couldn't trust the idea of knowing the North, it was a death trap.
Children die easier than their parents do, and she finally figures out why so many worried as of her presence in dark places as a filly.
Her motherly attention to the child is answered, almost purring towards the filly with a low nicker and releasing a return gust of warm air, drinking in the baby scent of the child. She would have to get used to the feeling that came with being near babies if she was to raise her own.
The parents are tucked away in the cave somewhere. Suddenly, she fears that she has cut the child off from it's dear parents, from their love and affection due to the brash personality of her companion. "Do you want me to help you find them? Are you lost?" It was the least she could of offered. A child lost in the caves was a fearful thought alone, and without their parents, even worse.
Zahra ends up being the name of the girl, nodding in greeting to both girl and Bird. Hobgoblin flaps his wings at the annoucement of his name, calling for all eyes on him so that he can be fully acknowledged and known.
A real smile and a laugh, something so unexpected that it even catches Sikeax off guard, spills from her lips. "I had an egg for a little while, but I don't like to admit it, it hatched into the big jerk that Goblin is." Her tone of voice is filled with harmless teasing, intending to bring out something out of the child. "Don't worry about him though, he can be a big softy."
A snort explodes from his nostrils, expressing his dislike for their jokes.

OOC: sorry for making you wait so long!
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@[Zahra]

S I K E A X
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you were angels,
so much more than everything

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Zahra Posts: 64
Outcast
Filly :: Pegasus :: 15hh :: 2 Years
Hanna :: Common Kitsune :: Fire & Ilham :: Bark Spider :: None Riven
#6
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Zahra, Ilham, and Hanna
It was pride that turned angels into devils
Of course Zahra knew next to nothing about bonds, companions, or the complexities intertwining any other relationship forged on the planet. She had a handsome two seasons – almost – notched into her girth, and even then, many of the most trying experiences endured had been smothered altogether from her short-term memory. As it were, the young, fussy filly was about as naive and uninformed as she had been the first few months of her life. Nevertheless, she was altogether delighted when the horned mare announced her understanding (albeit a little softly), and the strange creature she called company reappeared between yielding ears – it was perhaps the first time any aside from her parents had actually followed her meaning.

That was an achievement in itself, and a brief glance was passed by the dimming heavens as though her fond, faraway family stood as witness.

So too did Zahra listen all the more intently as the grown-up continued the conversation. Slim ears pricked perfectly atop the scruffy monochrome poll, and they absorbed every single word issued, regardless of her own struggling comprehension. The creature hissed loudly where he perched, and the filly’s focus wavered off course suddenly as the gleaming, scaled-tail behind snatched her vulnerable eye – he was quite fascinating. She was nodding, appreciating (though vaguely) all mention of his wicked intentions, and returned at last to find a rather stunning smile spread across the other horse’s mouth.

It compelled another through the babe’s white expression, but Bird crouched uncomfortably below, still so wary of the winged serpent’s existence. There was a brooding pause afterwards, a moment long enough for Zahra’s nose to dip and nuzzle the soft ears of the unsettled puppy.

“Lost?”

Small skull shook lightly and she giggled, “No Sia…” But she hesitated suddenly and let her gaze wander back north – towards the grim scene she’d so unfortunately stumbled upon maybe an hour now, ago. “I…” Zahra thought hard, pressing her mind for any logical explanation, any reason she might be here. “Um, they sleeping ‘neath the mountain, next to Grampa Earth’s heart…” and she giggled again softly, entirely oblivious to the truth of each death – the concept, the destruction, the level of her own isolation.

Amid the airing of names, the hobbaglobbin performed ceremoniously and innocently enough, the filly fed his blatant ambition. Her bright eyes set upon his display with such intrigue pooling in their midst that it took the mention of hatching to draw her back away – she swiveled slightly on the spot, shoulders bunched enthusiastically and grinned widely.

“Bird hatched!” She announced keenly, realizing quickly that Ze-ro had been quite right all along – chicks were not the only babies to be born in that way. She might have liked right then to produce the fragments of shell to show, but alas Zahra had departed (that morning long ago) with such haste that both the remains of Bird’s birth and the poor colt who had kept her safe had been promptly left behind. But that was not the reason for the question, and the foal’s features soon sobered. “Bird’s ‘ungry,” she explained carefully, determined to find the same success that she’d had when the pink and spotty stallion had plucked from the trees a nest filled with more eggs.

It dawned then, that there was not another tree anywhere here, as far as her eye could see! Again she descended into thought and behind, the downy tail she carried twitched bewilderedly.

“Forest!” she chimed at last, hooves shuffling through the freezing substrate until a full circle had been spun – in the same motion, the kitsune leapt clear of her sister’s legs… Not only was that murky forest the source of Bird’s food, it had within it a hole, and inside that, was something happier about time. Zahra couldn’t remember exactly what her mother had described, much time had passed by after all, but she knew that it was for those times she had been… “I know!” the filly cried out, unable to contain her excitement. “Lookin’ for times in the forest…” That must have been it, she was certain – not that it occurred to her how great a distance had grown between said woodland and this position held now.

The issue of logistics was completely irrelevant.
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Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
#7

Children were odd, fickle creatures that still confused her. This quest was designed to show that she was prepared to be a mother, but the more that she smiled upon Zahra, the more that she understood that she herself might still be a child wanting herself. Would that be selfish of herself?
Was it really selfish to want a piece of yourself in a different form when you weren't ready to break that piece away?
Hobgoblin proceeds to lavish his ego in the attention of the girl, making himself more noticeable, demanding more and more and more. His teeth flutter themselves behind dark lips, drawing them upwards as if to daunt the child with his power. The barbed tail swings and flickers erratically.
Through all of his show, Sikeax remains locked onto the child. Ears glue to her every word, listening to all that has to be said and making sure that she can understand the girl. She would need this as a mother, and while her childhood had been short lived in a recent time that seemed far away, she was fully aware of what it meant to be a child. The ignorance of an adult was painful when you wanted to be heard, to be seen as something important and knowing that you could accomplish something worth wild.
What comes next crumbles her heart.
Maybe the hints had been weak and gentle, but now, she see's the whole picture. Zahra's parents were gone and weren't coming back, dead if that was what she wanted to put it into. One does not simply beneath a mountain, nor venture that far into the cave system with good intentions.
"Zahra?" Her voice pours out of her lips in a soft, careful tone, trying to exact some sort of feel of this situation. The strings holding her heart into place tighten and twist about her entire chest. "Do you not have anyone other than Bird and yourself to stay with? Are you all alone?"
There was a chance that the Pegasus foal had been like herself at that age, willing to drive on and finding a herd to accept her, but at that time, Sikeax had Roy to lend a hand in the right direction. Her father had held her hand up until he left her, fleeing without a word.
Oh, what she would of done for just one more day, knowing that her father was still around and being able to talk to him. To know why he left her without a word and to let him see how far she'd came in the world.
While it seemed selfish and almost arrogant, she wanted someone to be proud of her accomplishments in the world, having risen from the bottom of the food chain where she and her family was stepped upon and hated.
Bird is hungry, she learns. They're probably both hungry, and while the grasses are sparse and the mice even less, she doesn't know what do for them. Hobgoblin simply huffs, rolling red eyes at the idea of even finding food for the fox.
Some have got to die.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any food, and I doubt there's much up here." Remorse fills her voice and weighs it down. The once happy smile fades into a blank slate, something about depression and worry for another soul.
She should be use to it about this time.
Zahra chimes in in an excited way, Sikeax watching with confused eyes as she spins. Had she been this way in the past? Hobgoblin tilts his head to the side and chirps, listening as the girl rambles about the forest. There were thousands of trees in Helovia, and while she knew of forests, the largest was near the Threshold.
Venturing into there with a child sent a tingle down her spine, but what hurt could it manage? Zahra obviously wanted to head in that direction, or at least it seemed.
"If you want to go to the Deep Forest, then I could take you." Attention drifts over to 'Bird' for a moment, watching the fox curiously. "We could find some food there too, if you're hungry."
But what for the definition of 'times'? What times could be there that they needed? A celebration, memories? Memories were being spun in her head now, threaded with weak cloth that would later rip in her future life, but for whatever was waiting there, she couldn't bring herself to prepare for it.
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S I K E A X
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Zahra Posts: 64
Outcast
Filly :: Pegasus :: 15hh :: 2 Years
Hanna :: Common Kitsune :: Fire & Ilham :: Bark Spider :: None Riven
#8
Zahra, Ilham, and Hanna
It was pride that turned angels into devils
It would never have occurred to Zahra that her wandering lifestyle was anything but normal. She had been so inclined, so restless, for just about as long as her memory served to remind her. Perhaps there were snippets of a time within, when she had traced the borderline of a great lush realm with her father, and she knew well of the golden nest that had sheltered their intimate family. Where it was however, that those events had occurred (no matter how long ago they truly had occurred), she was none the wiser – the span of history behind her was a confusing blur.

The taller mare tenderly questioned the young foal about the company she kept – or more so, that which she did not. Golden eyes gazed curiously upwards; studying the face nestled beneath the soft blue shadow of that pretty blue horn. A name rose quickly to her mind and she spat it promptly with a lengthening smile. “Ze-ro.” The one-winged colt had been there that night for she and Bird, and she did not quickly forget his words. He was going to look after her. “Ze-ro will look after me,” she announced assuredly – despite the mileage which had evidently growing between them. Truth be told, Zahra felt genuinely that she was invincible – the siblings were more than capable of fending for themselves, it was a proven fact (foundations built on sand).

She would see Ze-ro again one day soon anyway.

“Grampa Earth looks after me,” she added almost convincingly as an afterthought…

The creature keeping Sikeax company, huffed where he perched, and naturally the foal’s gaze sought him out. He was a curious fellow, intriguing, but the little kitsune - pressed again still closer to Zahra’s leg - was little enthused. She was weary, traumatised by the events just unfolded – her young mind had not been so lucky. Bird whimpered softly and grimly in place, unable to communicate in any way more with her dear sister. The mood was broken again by the gentle quality of the mare’s voice, and the puppy witnessed from below, the smile dissolve from the towering horse’s lips.

The foal, mind you, appeared oblivious to the somber nature of the conversation she fueled. She danced wildly between topics until at last the Unicorn was breaching the subject of the forest – the name of which when mentioned aloud, drew away a pleased nicker from her throat. Zahra was undeniably relieved to have at last arrived on a topic that would benefit she and Bird directly, and her small skull bounced enthusiastically, “Yes… please.” The prospect of food too was promising, an offer that could not be ignored, and right away the tides of stomach acid within began to vibrate. She was awfully hungry.

The kitsune’s four tails lifted as her sister began to turn, and she flanked the filly closely as few dancing strides drew her west.

“Deep Forest,” Zahra repeated conscientiously as she delved in the direction she presumed the forest lay (all around them was a vast field of white, except for the caves). “Deep Forest!” Knees clicked jadedly as a sloppy surge of adrenaline purged through her veins – it was really all the energy she had left, though another yawn burst through her smiling jaws.

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