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05-20-2014, 11:09 PM
Aithniel
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
She wanted to cry for help. After managing to wander far from the gold stuff where she was born, small, deer's hooves met soft green stuff. The gold stuff had gotten in her eyes and her skin, and it itched, rubbed and irritated. Raw areas from the sand against her babe's fur stood out in the folded skin just behind her shoulders and under her chest, marring the white. Silvery gray eyes blinked with unshed tears as she bleated out a few cries, not understand this world.
The sun girl who had saved her from that soft shell had been kind, but she could not wait any longer. She was hungry. She felt weak. How long could she keep moving? Long, spindly, dark legs shook and trembled as she made her way through the tall grass, sides heaving with each, small breath. The tiny wings against her side were so small, the feathers were barely indistinguishable.
However, two, dark nubs of horns could already be seen upon her brow, and the hair she sport was soft, curly and tinged with a bright gold. Hunger. It gnawed at her stomach like an angry wolf, causing sharp, stabbing pains. Still, she did not shed tears from her molten, metal eyes. But, she stopped in the middle of the field, looking up at the sky that was now a shade of blue. The babe let out a single cry, hoping beyond hope that someone would find her.
That someone would love her. Like mother.
But she did not have a mother.
@[Illynx]
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
