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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17hh :: 11 :: Birdsong |
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Eliana :: Common Zephyr :: Roc
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His cold, blue eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness within the caves. Had adjusted to the all encompassing blackness that he had surrendered himself to. The others had gone when the disaster had passed, yet he remained. His life wasn't worth leaving this hell hole behind. The darkness and shadows had become his lover, his friends, his companion, a warm and comforting embrace.
So when the light, first glowing softly then increases in brightness, pierced the dark - it came as an assault. Causing him to squint, to want to scream out in pain. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he possibly could but once he opened them again, the desire to seek out the source steadily grew. His hooves move, lifting then gliding forward then lowering back down. Moving him along the twisted paths and rocky caverns of the caves that had been his home for several seasons. The closer he drifts towards the source, the less he understands why or how he is walking towards it. His mind is blank, entranced by the light.
What is this?
Miykael wonders to himself, though only briefly. He continues on, entering the Wall of History. The room here is brighter, the light bouncing off the wall and seeping into every bony crease upon his malnourished frame. For the first time in what seemed like years, he felt and looked whole. He is drawn ever forward, as if pulled to the pool beneath the wall. Everything about it called to him, drew him in and once he was there it nearly begged him to look over the edge and into the pool. At first he hesitates, squeezing his blue eyes shut as his head lowers over the edge.
Afraid to look, the stallion stands there with his head hovering above the pool. His mind tells him to turn away, to ignore the urge but his heart... well, his heart tells him to just open his eyes. To succumb to the urges of his soul. The battle between heart and mind is short lived - the desire is to strong. An long exhaled breath and slowly his eyes open. Blue eyes, once cool and lifeless, gaze into the depths of the pool and within is his God. Not the one here in Helovia, no, but the one he once served as an angel. There is sorrow but not for what he has done, not for him falling and throwing away his grace. Sorrow for not listening to Miykael. Sorrow for not saving the innocents.
A warm, welcoming embrace. His hope renewed, his faith once again filling his heart, his desire to continue the work he had been given. To heal. To help those who needed it most. Miykael couldn't pull away and in truth, he didn't want to. He almost wished he could go back, become an angel again and do his work by His side. At least then he would be far from Alysanne, right? The thought of Alysanne is almost too much so he releases the thought and allows his soul to once again feel the warm, healing embrace of his God. A single tear forms in his bright, sky blue eyes and drops into the pool. It causes the image to ripple but it does not go away, not yet.
And he didn't want it to.
OOC :: Miykael is searching for his healing magic [Magic: Light x Dark | Can summon a warm, glowing light to heal small or minor wounds; larger or more serious wounds can be healed at a cost to the user and varies based on the severity (i.e., mild illness, severe headaches, physical damage)]. No previous denials. Wishlist
say something, i'm giving up on you
i'll be the one, if you want me to |
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