Behind the Glass :: TIME\SPARK MAGIC DROP

Behind the Glass :: TIME\SPARK MAGIC DROP

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE

Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven

01-07-2014, 06:33 PM

The cave; it’s cool, dank isolation from the rest of the world, was a sanctuary like that which had been her shelter and her home through the Endless Night- only much closer to home. She could not help but be drawn back once more and slipped with anticipation quivering through her taut dappled canvas, through the sea of golden grass which swallowed her whole and kept her safe in a sense, from the ravenous eyes of those who meant her clan harm.

Silas too was untroubled by the prospect of this underground playground. Though so apart from the vast skies which his elusive cousins traversed; so dissimilar to those natural habitats his species preferred, he found comfort only in the peace and quiet of his bonded’s wilted heart. The zephyr travelled with her selflessly, it was his self-appointed calling to guard, and defend her; he both loved and wished only for her security and wellbeing. And Africa felt the same immeasurable devotion; though brave and balanced she was not. She thrived in the company of the little avian, and as their bond matured, their ability to communicate and understand one another began to form.

"Silas, can you feel that electricity?" She asked silently, purging the thoughts confidently for him to find. Slim, sturdy legs pushed onwards and she knew that they were nearing the fissure which had peeled through the clay surface of the Heart- a strange current was surging through her veins, boiling the blood into a frenzy of excited impulsiveness. The feeling had been irresistible, rousing her interest (and to a lesser degree the Zephyr through the force of their bond), and enticing her towards the cave which she had explored on two occasions already.

Silas replied, ‘yes…’ flapping beyond the swish of the grass as his beloved passed through. He could feel it, but in place of the eagerness lacing her inner-voice, his mind was filled with bleak clouds of apprehension. ‘danger?’ the Roc suggested with some effort. They were two entirely different species; feathered or not, and her native tongue did not come so easily yet. More often than not he shared his thoughts through stark emotion, and for much of their life as one, this technique had served well.

"We will be careful, I promise." She reassured her mate, lifting her sparking cream eyes to find his gaze rested anxiously upon her. "I don’t feel that foreboding, friend. I feel energized, as though a magnet is drawing my soul forward." The Zephyr clucked with dismay, not finding for himself any warmth, or feelings that had been described. Her confidence was unusual though, and if nothing else encouraged him along, it was that.

They sank swiftly into the depths of the cavern, passing with some skill between the cold stone walls, then on to the left- a corridor which she had not explored before. The light seemed to fade the deeper they went but the nagging desire to continue goaded her to continue. The feeling grew and grew, clouding her mind and pulsing through her heart; and she felt the expectation climax as the clatter of her stride slid to a halt when at last she reach something.

It was an orb, like nothing she had ever laid eyes upon previously. Silas swept rapidly in behind her, wind gusting forward as he fluttered to perch watchfully upon her silk-clothed withers. Neon-blue crackled and arced wildly across its alluring surface infrequently as she watched, but she did not venture closer- her bones felt numb, the ligaments lining her legs flaccid and unwilling to move. A stark silence enveloped the small group which began to assemble (Africa had not been the first on scene), and she could do naught but watch and listen as they infiltrated the cave, perhaps driven to do so just like the Oracle had been.

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