From the depths of sorrow...

[OPEN] From the depths of sorrow...

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Helovian Ancient

Stallion :: Equine :: ::

12-14-2014, 06:56 PM

Much of Helovia has forgotten, but the mysterious creatures that work in the shadows of the land have not. They remember those many nights Africa spent deep down in the caves. They remember the seasons that passed, the way she hid from her herd and herself, the way she tried to drown her sorrows in darkness. But they also remember the happier times in her life- those days when she had friends and she stayed with them, the days when she led and protected her herd, the days when she was in love. They remember all of the good, and the not so good, that she has brought to this earth. They remember and they bide their time, watching and waiting, knowing that the time must come… someday…

From the trees a ruckus is suddenly made. Psittacines of all shapes and sizes explode from the trees, their caws filling the air with more music than this forest has ever known. A rainbow of colors invades the forest- reds and oranges, yellows and blues, greens and purples, and every shade in between. Where have they come from? The very cave where Africa had laid so many years ago. It was a place of depression. Now it is a place of joy.

The birds finally settle around the cave, landing on branches and rocks, sitting anywhere that will support their weight, cuddling when they feel friendly and sitting solitary when they don’t. They are waiting. Someone is coming. How do they know? Their master has called to Africa, a mental prodding, a feeling without words that insists that she must come to this spot… now. And who is the master? Take a look. He sits in front of the cave, waiting patiently. An albino peacock twice the size of any that has been seen before stands on the damp ground, his feathers splayed and displayed, his regal head held high. Africa will come, he knows, and so he waits. He has all the time in the world.

@[Africa]