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| White wings above a white world, and the gryphon flies in the dazzling sun. She was found here, long ago, or so she has been told by her equine; the last remaining memory of a love so strong it prevailed even through death. Kali is not sure she understands what is meant by this, but she thinks that this love must be something like what she feels for her equine, for there is no chance of something as meager as death ever parting their hearts and souls. The black mare stands away, at the base of the hill that leads to the spiraling prism of skulls and stone where the pulsing orb sits. They watched from a distance, dark blotch and pale speck on the distant horizon, watched as the four-horned boy abandoned his sacred charge. Far be it for them to abandon the treasure; Kali flew immediately, carried on predatory wings to the tower of life, and caught the orb between tender talons. Now she carries it back to the mare, and the pair look on in quiet admiration, wondering what will become of the life within. The nestling will love, Kali argues emphatically. Rishima is not so sure. She will be too young. Then we can help her. The hybrid senses reluctance, the same reluctance that arises every time she brings up the egg within her soulmate. She understands the war waging in her bonded's soul, but at the same time cannot fathom it at all - Kali loves the unborn child with all her heart. Why can't the mare? Very well. Let's take it back to the Edge. A cheerful cry of grateful glee; she preens the mare gently before grasping the child and taking wing, leading the pair home. Now, even if the mare cannot bond with the nestling as she should, at least the child will never be alone. |
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Neglect of Demons - by Belial - 05-02-2013, 05:04 AM
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