demons run, but count the cost,
the battle's won, but the child is lost
Confinement had some beauty, Sacre had to admit the alluring glows of the room he was just in was a magnificent sight to see, but this room almost made his eyes bulge. Crystals lined the walls and shone with captivating hues, bouncing light of a shiny floor to create an atmosphere of wonder to the boy who had never seen anything like this. As ever, he found himself wishing he could share this with Roux, he had so many stories to tell his twin, Sacre had made himself a promise to never forget them until he had told his brother and his new found friend. In a way, the cave reminded him of his father, almost like a room full of his father's horns, but it was a far too beautiful moment to be concerning himself with that face. d'Artagnan was best remembered in bleaker moments, not in the face of beauty.
The boy carefully placed his prized egg on the floor, hearing a faint click as it connected, a crack running straight up one side. Sacre caught his breath. What had he done?! Softly, he placed his nose where the crack had appeared, expression contorting into panic at once. The line extended and branched off into many, the egg's complexion becoming jagged as the cracking sound filled the cave. The colt watched on, nose still near, in a mixture of fear and curiosity. He wanted desperately to know what was inside it, but at the same time he hoped he hadn't prematurely opened it, killing whatever was inside. His fears were unfounded, however, as a dark ball of fluff tumbled from the egg's remains, the tiniest paws moving slightly as he embraced the world for the first time.
Sacre took in a sharp breath of joy and laughed, it was a fox he was sure, he'd seen many foxes before whilst travelling. They went about their business and he went about his. This one was different though, he had carried it and sheltered it, he now had to provide and protect for the babe to survive. This wasn't a simple passing of mutuals, noticing one another with fleeting glances before disappearing again. No, he was a friend, like Roux and his falcon.
Suddenly, the colt didn't feel so alone any more, another world was slowly opening up to him and another heart kept his own company. Perhaps this cave wasn't full of blackness and misery, where there was light there was life, one like the fox who curled up into a tiny ball, unaware as to the joy he brought with him. "Welcome to the world" Sacre whispered.
(ooc: Sacre was even, d'Art was odds. I rolled an even xD
@[Mauja] + open thread ^^)
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