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10-25-2015, 07:52 PM
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
She retreats from his forward steps, recoils from his outstretched muzzle. Though the large stud understood that she was not in her right mind, it still struck pain through his barrel and chest to see Rexanna reject him so completely. He was this beast, this ‘Cal,’ from her past.
Pain darkened his gaze and creased his eyes— a pain that stemmed from so much more than just an aching skull. Concern and uncertainty tenses his massive body, muscles rippling like the water at their hooves. She was ill and hallucinating, and he could do nothing to bring her back to him. His words, his love, were not enough.
“I found happiness here in Helovia.” A hopeful glimmer enters his cobalt gaze. Could he bring her back? “I found someone I love and that loves me back.” His hope dies in the strangulating blackness that is doubt, as hope is so sadly wont to do. Did she speak of him? Or Caleb? Or some other stallion who held her attentions? If he could not break through her illusion, then maybe it was another who held her love…
“Rexanna…” his voice his low and broken as it trails into the stretching distance between them. Her words of a lost foal only spiral him deeper into the grief in his skull. “He was beautiful, Cal.” He turns his pained gaze away, eyes shut against the barrage of emotion that is Rexanna.
These bleak, heart-rending thoughts were crashing through his pounding skull as Miykael appeared, like the godsend that he was. Eyes open, and the elephant returned his greeting, blue glance with an agonized stare. Relief trickled through him as the winged, dun seraph focused absolutely on his gilded princess. He remembered that this man had the ability to heal the lungs— he had done so in the Threshold for Nephele.
Intently, his attention swings back to his mare. He does not take any more steps towards her— for he cannot take her retreating steps. But watches her closely, waiting for her to answer Miykael’s question. Was she healed?
Pain darkened his gaze and creased his eyes— a pain that stemmed from so much more than just an aching skull. Concern and uncertainty tenses his massive body, muscles rippling like the water at their hooves. She was ill and hallucinating, and he could do nothing to bring her back to him. His words, his love, were not enough.
“I found happiness here in Helovia.” A hopeful glimmer enters his cobalt gaze. Could he bring her back? “I found someone I love and that loves me back.” His hope dies in the strangulating blackness that is doubt, as hope is so sadly wont to do. Did she speak of him? Or Caleb? Or some other stallion who held her attentions? If he could not break through her illusion, then maybe it was another who held her love…
“Rexanna…” his voice his low and broken as it trails into the stretching distance between them. Her words of a lost foal only spiral him deeper into the grief in his skull. “He was beautiful, Cal.” He turns his pained gaze away, eyes shut against the barrage of emotion that is Rexanna.
These bleak, heart-rending thoughts were crashing through his pounding skull as Miykael appeared, like the godsend that he was. Eyes open, and the elephant returned his greeting, blue glance with an agonized stare. Relief trickled through him as the winged, dun seraph focused absolutely on his gilded princess. He remembered that this man had the ability to heal the lungs— he had done so in the Threshold for Nephele.
Intently, his attention swings back to his mare. He does not take any more steps towards her— for he cannot take her retreating steps. But watches her closely, waiting for her to answer Miykael’s question. Was she healed?
Tembovu
@Rexanna @Miykael I suck at promptness ;u;
Please tag Tembovu.
