Bound...

the Rift

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Ascended Helovian

Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

Deceased

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

01-18-2014, 11:32 PM

I’d hardly had a chance to talk with Africa or the rest of my flock in all this random craze. It seemed that each time we got a moment for calm, a boon to relax our muscles, something new occurred. A struggling family member would arrive from the misty darkness that seemed to be only spreading wider each day—not to mention there was still no sign of Cera, and Hototo. My heart weighed heavy from a failed encounter with Ranjiri, who had become infected and fled when we tried to capture her. Fina nuzzled me affectionately, soothing pieces of my mane apart at the base from withers to where hair kissed spine.

Flames licked the ground, creating golden fire with each fading hoofprint step. I walked solemnly down the path we’d come to memorize after spending nearly a month in this dark musty cavern. No closer to returning home, nay—even further. We knew little to nothing of the gathering darkness, and even less of how to mend our broken loved ones. My phoenix whistled, heartbroken by the great unspoken pain that lingered on my fleshy heart like a blanket. She was perturbed that I continued to smile, even when that smile was a grimace of agony and betrayal. “True,” the little flame whispered, “Be true—stand true.” Words of my father, and his before him.

Africa came into sight, and I paused; unsure if she’d seen me and at the same notion contemplating on approaching. We’d been needing to converse about business and the like, but my eyes were shadowed—broken and uneasy. They held the light of a man who had very nearly lost all that was yet cared for; a grief that couldn’t be easily mended through words. Nor repaired through false touch of family who were struggling to simply exist. A familiar facade, a half smile slide across the glaze. Until I appeared indifferently calm, “Good…whatever time it is Sun Oracle” No grin touches my gaze, and I’m forced to turn away and hide in what little cover there is so that she remains yet ignorant like the rest. Fina turned her gaze toward Africa’s midnight avian, her aqua eyes tight and worried instead of fiercely competitive as they might have been.

MIDAS & FINA
I'm waking up to ash and dust

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