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10-26-2015, 05:46 PM
My demons are blocking out the light
And my mind is about to lose the fight
And my mind is about to lose the fight
He has known nothing but the womb and the warmth of his twin. The babe is content within his dark cradle. Then something shifts. He is not the first to depart from the warmth of his mother's womb, rather his sister is. The little colt remains oblivious and unaware of the world beyond. Not long after his own sister's birth, it is his time. Libertad can feel himself being shoved from everything he has known. The tiny colt blinks and takes in the sudden shift in the world. Slowly he turns his head and his eyes behold Nyx, and instinct tells him one simple thing, she is life. Roses begin to bloom across the ground he touchs, a vibrant hue of red. Instinct tells him to stand, but curiosity drives him to study the flowers across the ground. He lowers his nose and sniffs them, their scent faint and sweet. Only his mother's nudging distracts him from the strange things around him.
Libertad stares at her with wide eyes as the mare urges him to stand, so try and stand he does. The little fae's knobby legs don't hold him up for long and he quickly stumbles back down. Instinct still drives him to try again, despite his mother's collapse, despite her blood. The fae struggles up and staggers about and falls for a second time. His leonine tail flicks a bit in mild irritation. The fae remains oblivious to the potential death of his mother. Libertad is determined to rise and rise he will. Has his sister not already risen?. The colt struggles up his feet once again, hobbling about until finally he stands steadily. Nature drives him to seek for that precious first meal, but Mother is not there to feed him. . Hunger gnaws at his stomach. The colt flicks his small leonine tail and just waits eagerly for food, more flowers begin to blossom at his feet as he stands.
The fae ignores the presence of Evangeline, disinterested in her very presence. He remains fixated on his mother. Then the dragon taps his mother and his ears perk forward and there is a mild sense of distress. There is an undeniable fear in his features as his focus shifts from food to the bizarre.. thing touching his mother.
He doesn't notice the figure of a white canine a short distance away, a figure who will grow to be all too familiar. Odette creeps up and studies the scene. She sees Nyx and gives out a soft whine. As soon as the canine appears, she is gone. The fae stares after her, both ears pricked forward in curiosity at the strange sight. Libertad remains focused still upon one simple thing and that is food. Again he leans down and nudges his mother to rise a bit more desperately at this point.
"Talk?"
Libertad stares at her with wide eyes as the mare urges him to stand, so try and stand he does. The little fae's knobby legs don't hold him up for long and he quickly stumbles back down. Instinct still drives him to try again, despite his mother's collapse, despite her blood. The fae struggles up and staggers about and falls for a second time. His leonine tail flicks a bit in mild irritation. The fae remains oblivious to the potential death of his mother. Libertad is determined to rise and rise he will. Has his sister not already risen?. The colt struggles up his feet once again, hobbling about until finally he stands steadily. Nature drives him to seek for that precious first meal, but Mother is not there to feed him. . Hunger gnaws at his stomach. The colt flicks his small leonine tail and just waits eagerly for food, more flowers begin to blossom at his feet as he stands.
The fae ignores the presence of Evangeline, disinterested in her very presence. He remains fixated on his mother. Then the dragon taps his mother and his ears perk forward and there is a mild sense of distress. There is an undeniable fear in his features as his focus shifts from food to the bizarre.. thing touching his mother.
He doesn't notice the figure of a white canine a short distance away, a figure who will grow to be all too familiar. Odette creeps up and studies the scene. She sees Nyx and gives out a soft whine. As soon as the canine appears, she is gone. The fae stares after her, both ears pricked forward in curiosity at the strange sight. Libertad remains focused still upon one simple thing and that is food. Again he leans down and nudges his mother to rise a bit more desperately at this point.
"Talk?"
