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12-24-2016, 03:31 PM
Before the strange filly appeared a feather—but not just any feather. It was a pristine feather: perfectly white without any quill awry. Pale, pale eyes widen with excitement, “Esi thanks,” was her quiet, mirrored murmur of brother calf’s words. She trembled once, skin of varying greys expressing her thrill at the feather decoration’s absolute symmetry and perfection.
For the calf, it truly was the most perfect of gifts. A small, delicate grin alit her white-snip muzzle; a darkly rimmed ear swiveling towards Arakh as he spoke to her. She rested easily beneath the spread of his (beautifully even and symmetrically-colored wings—so unlike her own; she loved Rak’s wings), leaning into his solidly warm side. She paused only once as brother’s spread wing put pressure on her back as he began to lower to the ground.
A wary gaze was spared to the floor—but beneath the tree’s warm glow, the snow looked pristinely white; no dirt or filth to besmear her sensitive skin. So she huffed back to her brother, her smaller body curling into his side for warmth and safety. Gently, she put her barred muzzle along his withers, “Love Rak,” was her quiet, warm whisper. Never had the filly felt so safe before.
For the calf, it truly was the most perfect of gifts. A small, delicate grin alit her white-snip muzzle; a darkly rimmed ear swiveling towards Arakh as he spoke to her. She rested easily beneath the spread of his (beautifully even and symmetrically-colored wings—so unlike her own; she loved Rak’s wings), leaning into his solidly warm side. She paused only once as brother’s spread wing put pressure on her back as he began to lower to the ground.
A wary gaze was spared to the floor—but beneath the tree’s warm glow, the snow looked pristinely white; no dirt or filth to besmear her sensitive skin. So she huffed back to her brother, her smaller body curling into his side for warmth and safety. Gently, she put her barred muzzle along his withers, “Love Rak,” was her quiet, warm whisper. Never had the filly felt so safe before.
esinakh
i hope my last breath is a sigh of relief
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