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04-08-2016, 09:45 PM
The girl had grown so cold that she could no longer feel anything against her skin; it was a blessed reprieve from the assault of the snow on her senses, a calm that gave her the illusion of warmth. Darkness blossomed and she fell into it, unaware of anything more to life than what little she had experienced. In a way, it was almost like her mother's belly.
A shadow fell over the filly, shielding her from the elements; she felt a gentle pressure against her, but the numbness of ice had settled into her bones. She wasn't even shivering anymore, and she could not bring herself to shake off the darkness and step into the painful light. Everything was dull and easy right here, right now, wherever this was.
Oblivious to the talk circling her, the filly began to stir; a quiet mmphhh emerged from her throat, announcing her life to the world. The feeling crept back into her tiny body, bringing pins and needles with it on flakes of snow. The pressure over her grew until it ached, and finally and squirmed, as though trying to find comfort once more. Ik hou van jou, mijn dochter. The words were the first that she had heard, and the lightning marking on her neck sparked to life in response, dancing across her still-wet skin. Something that she would later recognize as love sparked in her chest, and some instinct buried deep within her bade her to open her eyes.
The world outside was fuzzy and white. It came into focus gradually, making the girl scrunch her nose comically as she tried to understand the shapes floating around her. She was dimly aware that the source of the angel-voice was by her side, and that it was the source of the pressure; finding that the joint of his wing was higher and, therefore, less likely to press against her body, the filly squirmed closer to her father, seeking out his warmth without seeking out his touch.
A rough tongue began to run over her body, and the filly shivered, making incomprehensible noises of protest. That hurt, didn't the pale shadow know that? Lightning flared angrily along her neck as she whined, shuddering and trying to pull herself away from her mother. Where was the angel-voice? Surely he would protect her.
"Talk."
A shadow fell over the filly, shielding her from the elements; she felt a gentle pressure against her, but the numbness of ice had settled into her bones. She wasn't even shivering anymore, and she could not bring herself to shake off the darkness and step into the painful light. Everything was dull and easy right here, right now, wherever this was.
Oblivious to the talk circling her, the filly began to stir; a quiet mmphhh emerged from her throat, announcing her life to the world. The feeling crept back into her tiny body, bringing pins and needles with it on flakes of snow. The pressure over her grew until it ached, and finally and squirmed, as though trying to find comfort once more. Ik hou van jou, mijn dochter. The words were the first that she had heard, and the lightning marking on her neck sparked to life in response, dancing across her still-wet skin. Something that she would later recognize as love sparked in her chest, and some instinct buried deep within her bade her to open her eyes.
The world outside was fuzzy and white. It came into focus gradually, making the girl scrunch her nose comically as she tried to understand the shapes floating around her. She was dimly aware that the source of the angel-voice was by her side, and that it was the source of the pressure; finding that the joint of his wing was higher and, therefore, less likely to press against her body, the filly squirmed closer to her father, seeking out his warmth without seeking out his touch.
A rough tongue began to run over her body, and the filly shivered, making incomprehensible noises of protest. That hurt, didn't the pale shadow know that? Lightning flared angrily along her neck as she whined, shuddering and trying to pull herself away from her mother. Where was the angel-voice? Surely he would protect her.
"Talk."
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