!! Who We Are [Midas]

[PRIVATE] !! Who We Are [Midas]

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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

Deceased

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

11-16-2014, 08:52 PM

"Fina," I whispered, tone is hauntingly quiet and strained with dread, "Find a medic, I beg ye. Find one now." Onni, those soft eyes come forward in my mind. Her words of wisdom echo to life, "Flesh can be sewn back together, but a fractured mind can't be repaired with magic." The phoenix sprang from my rear, soaring with all speed toward the cliffs and beyond.

I watched, horrifically helpless as Seele spun round and round. The muscles in my neck flexed, starting to stretch. Already shifting as an edgy parent might, to cushion her should those thin legs give way. "Seele..." Panic, there are true notes of it in my tone. The masked girl must not see it. My name is on her lips, mostly as ramble that jumbles into broken sentences, before pleading forgiveness.

My throat tightens, making words soft and forced, "please..." Why was I pleading as well? Ivory feathers rise, extending from my barrel. She rambles about voices, my ears drift up from their flattened position, "Voices?" It was silent, save for her pained cries, "what voices?" There is obvious strain, obvious notes of panic and confusion. What had done this? Who?

I pull forward, attempting to slide beside her quaking frame. The ivory, gold pinions closest to her body rise high above and around. Attempting to draw the frantic girl to me. To offer a solid line that she'd might tether herself. Warmth as well, if Seele wasn't already in shock...keeping her flesh warm would be a priority.

The snow is falling thicker now.

Carefully I call upon my power, summoning golden granules from earth to surrounded us from above. Shielding our bodies from the cold breeze and snow, nearly as effective as a well endowed evergreen would. "Shhh," I murmured as she sobbed another frantic rush of apologizes, "try to take a breath." I also drew in a sharp whiff of cold air, it served to steady my nerves, "feel me beside ye."

Crown swivels to her head, attempting to catch those wild eyes and lock them within me, "I'm real. I'm here. Those voices, let them fade; look to me." 'Fina,' I prayed, 'please.' For the love of Earth...hurry. My heart is racing.

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