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05-28-2014, 05:10 PM
Aithniel
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
The journey with Illynx, her new mother of sorts and new brother of sorts, had been long and cold, but she liked this place in the shelter of the mountains well enough. They had taught her many words, important words. And even though she got the sense that the golden mare did not like her very much, she was reliant upon her and the food that she provided. Actually, Aithniel did not much care for the mother's rather stern gaze and sharpened attitude, and often they went places and she could not follow.
But, she liked her new brother well enough, and she liked to play with him when she could. Rikyn. She could say his name now. Aithniel was small, wild from her early childhood of fending mostly for herself, and for such a tiny kid, she was actually fairly bright.
For example, she noticed that no one here had feathers, so she made sure to keep the extra bones of hers firmly planted to her sides. White, downy feathers of her wings blended well into her sides, and she could not fly at her age even if she wanted to, so she hid. She wanted to blend in, to fit in well, and maybe, even to be true family. Aithniel's long, spindly legs propelled her forward over the grassy ground, silver eyes spying Rikyn like a hawk.
The long, lion tail with little spurts of gray hair all around flashed behind her, balancing her bony back end. The gold could be familial, as she had a tribal marking over one eye, just like her surrogate brother, but neither Ulrik nor Illynx could have produced her white, dove pelt. Aithniel did not anticipate the fact that she could not stop, and she slid, her trajectory possibly causing an impact with her sibling.
Much to her embarrassment, a tall, massive, hairy, bearded, demon-horned, black monster approached, and it was smiling. Aithniel's silver eyes widened, and she looked up at him in awe, taking a few steps closer to her foster brother. She did not hear his words, so she turned to Rikyn, still keeping a watchful ear on the stallion. "What did he say?" she whispered in to his ear.
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
