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[OPEN] Echoes of Silence

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The dark, lightless night pressed in around him as he stood on the pale canvas of the Steppe, but despite the absence of stars he did not feel so hopeless. It was yet unknown to him that the Gods had left the citizens of Helovia to their own devices, but such matters would have been of little importance to him anyways. Finally, he was with her once more. He was away from the restricting arms of oak trees and the dark walls of steep cliffs. He was free from a night of restless sleep, though the next morning would be all the more difficult.

Nothing mattered to him right now, except her. He could feel warmth radiating from her dark body against his shoulder, he could see her breath misting into the cool air as puffs of steam. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, he felt so alive. Her voice was all he needed to hear to return life to his bones and energy to his blood. The icy wind was numbing but the warmth of her proximity banished any chills from his body. He could’ve stood close to her forever, just feeling her near to him, if such a thing were possible.

Her voice was a welcome change from the silence that had followed his arrival, and he dipped his head to her in response. “Of course,” he smiled, searching out the darkness of her eyes as they reflected the pale glow of his feathers. They were certainly an odd pair, bound by the strongest of emotions and yet separated by the wills of their families. No such barriers were too thick to cross, however, and so he gladly risked his neck if it meant seeing her. As a colt, he had never imagined he could become so attached to anyone or anything, but alas, life had surprised him yet again.

The touch of her warm skin against his made him shiver, but he leaned into her touch. Emerald eyes searched where he guessed the horizon would be, keeping a lookout for any unwelcome company they may receive. He had never realized how much light the moon and stars could give them, but in their absence the darkness became all the more cold and lonesome. He focused on the feel of her body against his as if it were the only thing that kept him grounded, turning his muzzle toward her to feel the coarseness of her mane against his skin.

Once more her voice returned him to reality, but this time his eyes widened with shock. She wanted to leave her family, the Basin, but for what? Would she truly remove herself from their care for his sake? He focused on the dull glint of her irises, his heart hammering out a mix of excitement and concern. Where would she go if she left? On the other hand, perhaps life among the unicorns of the north was not so easy as he imagined. A ghost of a smile met his lips as he watched her move toward his neck, closing his eyes as her muzzle traced careful circles along his skin.

Moments seemed like ages as time passed, his brain struggling to work out what to say to her. He would support her no matter her decision, and though he would love nothing more than for her to come to the Foothills with him, where would she be happiest? “Anything you want, love,” he whispered finally, his frosted wings brushing against her sides with a hushed sigh. She truly was a daughter of the north, ever so at home beneath star-jeweled skies and among snow-capped mountains; but where she went was entirely her choice.

“Where will you go if you leave?” he asked softly, tipping his chin down to meet her gaze. “Heaven is the only place deserving of such an angel”. His smile broadened teasingly, his shoulder pressing into hers to conserve what warmth his body held. Many factions of Helovia would gladly welcome an aspiring scholar and explorer such as herself, but perhaps she was seeking freedom from attachment and obligations; maybe she would become a wanderer like he had been in his first few months in this new land. “On the other hand, I would be more than willing to take you home with me if that is what you wish. The choice is yours”.

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Echoes of Silence - by Chernobyl - 06-20-2013, 05:55 PM
RE: Echoes of Silence - by Murdock - 06-23-2013, 05:03 PM
RE: Echoes of Silence - by Chernobyl - 06-25-2013, 04:09 PM
RE: Echoes of Silence - by Murdock - 07-01-2013, 03:51 PM
RE: Echoes of Silence - by Chernobyl - 07-26-2013, 01:58 PM
RE: Echoes of Silence - by Murdock - 07-31-2013, 06:00 PM

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