From the depths of sorrow...

[OPEN] From the depths of sorrow...

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Helovian Ancient

Stallion :: Equine :: ::

12-14-2014, 10:06 PM

The peacock knows she is coming long before he can see her. He can feel it in his bones, knows it in his heart, that she flaps her wings and races south for him. He has that power, that draw. How else could he control his hordes of parrots, his rainbow-hued flock, and maintain order when the court of birds is adjourned? Two new birds join them from above shortly, Africa and her Silas, and the Peacock finds it odd that the bird remains as a parrot instead of becoming what she truly is- what she should be proud to be.

Assume your true form, he commands silently, words filling her head but not the air. The words are strange, however. One gets the sense that they are spoken to in a language as ancient as the earth itself, translated to the common tongue for the benefit of the listener. Perhaps it is odd, to feel like one is being spoken to in another language but to also fully understanding the intent of the words. The peacock does not give her time to consider such matters, though. Ruffling and parading his feathers in way of return, he then settles to the matter at hand.

Follow me, he commands, entering the cave at a slow pace, not looking back because he knows she will do as he says. Within the cave there are more birds, parrots flipping and flatting, chattering and chirping, making the cave a livelier place than she will remember; however, there is also a very curious display on the left. Within a steel cage, massive though it might be, is a morning dove who coos softly at their presence. What does this bird want? he says to Africa, finally turning back around to face her. His feathers finally retract, settling behind him, as he waits for an answer. The rest of the birds in the cave also seem to subdue themselves, looking eagerly to the gray woman, wondering what she will have to say.

@[Africa]