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02-26-2017, 10:24 AM
esinakh
The strangling calf had flown high, high, higher—seeking an escape from the pain that sharply cleaved her chest in two. Her wings beat, her lungs strained for oxygen in the thin air—and that hurt, too. But it was a better hurt than the incessant, screaming, searing pain in her chest from her dam’s death.
The pain that burned her lungs and wings as sheescaped flew was really just an extension of the constant discomfort she daily felt in her body. So, in a way, it was welcomed; it muted this alien, new pain of loss.
But, one can only flee for so long and fly so high; eventually the air was to thin, her vision ringed in too much black, for her straining wings to carry her any higher. So, slowly, she began to slip back towards earth; each wingbeat losing more than it was gaining against gravity.
So she slipped closer to earth, her wings now gliding rather than pumping, as her pale white eyes found the now-moving procession of equines and elephant. They were moving towards west, towards the cliffs…
Esinakh watched from above, chills shaking her spine as dirt flew from a bear’s paws and her brother’s horns. Hovering, a soft mewl came from her chest as she watched not only the mound of despised dirt, but also how the rich earth scattered across her mother’s (and companion’s) still bodies; staining the pure white with soil.
Slowly, she sank to the ground; pale eyes darting from the disturbed earth, to the grave, to Oizys, and finally rested on Arakh. She landed alongside her brother-calf, gaze wide and white-rimmed as she took in the dirt that stained his perfectly grey coat.
And then slowly, cautiously, her left wing (with non-white feathers) reached out over his back, in spite of the dirt that covered it. Her side gently pushed against his, her cheek seeking his neck, while her pale eyes watched their mother become covered with earth.
The pain that burned her lungs and wings as she
But, one can only flee for so long and fly so high; eventually the air was to thin, her vision ringed in too much black, for her straining wings to carry her any higher. So, slowly, she began to slip back towards earth; each wingbeat losing more than it was gaining against gravity.
So she slipped closer to earth, her wings now gliding rather than pumping, as her pale white eyes found the now-moving procession of equines and elephant. They were moving towards west, towards the cliffs…
Esinakh watched from above, chills shaking her spine as dirt flew from a bear’s paws and her brother’s horns. Hovering, a soft mewl came from her chest as she watched not only the mound of despised dirt, but also how the rich earth scattered across her mother’s (and companion’s) still bodies; staining the pure white with soil.
Slowly, she sank to the ground; pale eyes darting from the disturbed earth, to the grave, to Oizys, and finally rested on Arakh. She landed alongside her brother-calf, gaze wide and white-rimmed as she took in the dirt that stained his perfectly grey coat.
And then slowly, cautiously, her left wing (with non-white feathers) reached out over his back, in spite of the dirt that covered it. Her side gently pushed against his, her cheek seeking his neck, while her pale eyes watched their mother become covered with earth.
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