A creature who, though lacking in words had been more than overflowing in insolence, had flanked their north-winding journey for the better part of several days; it was a long, tedious slug on foot, for his ‘very broad’ shoulders, had been unfortunately devoid of blessed feather and what might have taken the travelling duo alone, one night and one day, extended into a great blur of many more. Often along the way, an unintentionally suggestive posture of her’s would trigger in his mind a visualization of that night – of the moments building towards their union – and the fire within him would rekindle and flare with ravenous ferocity; but alas the droll-natured man was on hand to quell that urge. His dove seemed similarly impressed, for while she lingered nearer to his deliberately, competitively ‘pretentious’ air, (to him) she felt all the more distant, retreating into that impenetrable labyrinth of female thought.
…And so the time spent trekking between the threshold and the tundra, was spent in relative silence; brooding, reflecting, and to a larger degree, flaunting the new edge of masculinity Nora had gifted him. There came a time however, that the other stallion grew tired of their strange-kind of company, and he’d ventured off alone through the course of one night. Noah had searched, for the sake of good manners at most, but after a morning well wasted, he soon lost motivation for the welfare of his unanticipated recruit. Beneath the cold hassle of pre-winter wind, he had taken his darling into the safety of heaven’s sanctuary. In his absence, a small slice of Nora’s sweet ambience returned, yet unavoidably spotted was the lethargy plaguing her pace and the quiet discontent there clouding the pretty colour of each eye – even her boldest side seemed subdued. It was enough to quell the rampart nag of his heated hormones.
At long last, the masked mountain pass guides them into the belly of the basin – like a mouth, swallowing them all over again – and Noah glides downward along its vast stretch. He finds the familiar grove which served as home during the first months of their stay, but instead of aiming his path that way, he curves sharply right towards that unfriendly face of cliff-side so favoured by his dove. Her hovel, the dank, uninviting hole, smiles horribly as he stills before it; legs trembling wildly, numbly, as blood slithers and slides down each length and he turns away, eyes scanning the glistening green region beyond. It is colder than he recalls, and damp skin shivers involuntarily as his core works to retain warmth; shoulders want to slump disappointedly, but they hold stiff posture stubbornly, the joints within panging as the breath of Jackfrost buffets. Not even the spray of downy insulation he has been breeding can hold back the chill.
Searching eyes find her quickly, and a warm smile beckons to her across the distance. I’m coming, he thinks, even mouths, and breaks into a vigorous trot to prevent her the need to go further. The grass crunches queerly beneath the heavy motivation of his tread, and knees bounces higher, unsettled, though his focus does not stray. "Nora..." he greets her tenderly, concern leeching from his midst to embrace and lift her. As his body curls carefully about her, nose following the swollen curve of her tiny frame, one wing lifts above her protectively and closes down into a loose, gentle hug. Though the canyon-like language barrier is shrinking all the time, he can’t help but cling to the few words which matter to them most. "Alright? Food? Rest?"
Noah
I was born a warrior
I was born a warrior
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[P] Two loves hand in hand, eye to eye. Two parts of a loving whole
