macaria

palest shadow; darkest light

Today the little gray baby randomly decides to leave the tumbling waterfalls and lurk around the Threshold. She does not quite have the awareness or confidence to pursue recruiting, so she simply came to study those who have made a craft out of collecting unsuspecting souls and bringing them back to their lair. She walks comfortably amongst the aspens, watching this bird and that, listening to the quivering leaves in the slow breeze when suddenly... “HELP!” A voice bellows from beyond her sight. Her ears perk immediately and her eyes try to find anything moving. All she sees is a dome of dust far ahead of her.

And complete silence.

She begins to run toward the call without hesitation. It seems as though some mechanical force has taken over her brain and her only mission is to hunt down the source of this plea. Her heart races and she doesn't know why. Sweat gathers under the thickness of her mane and forelock while she maneuvers carefully though the woodland and gracefully over it's roots and moss. Her split feet are noiseless as she floats like an apparition through the forest. The white plume dangling at the end of her tail behaves like a rudder while she swims through the air like a drop of oil seeking the surface of water. She almost falls in the rocky hole herself as she arrives. The dust from it's collapse still has yet to clear; it twirls and billows as she moves through it and blows at it through her pale nose. “Hello!?” She dips her head into the abysmal dust cloud, coughing as she pulls away. “ARE. YOU. A-LIVE...?” She tries to be as loud as she possibly can but really, her voice only has one volume. It remains delicate, like the rain that now sprinkles gently across her dappled back.

She stares into the darkness with her bright amber eyes. She can hear a commotion across the way and her focus falls onto it. Two silhouettes are blurred in the mix of drizzle, fog and dust. More rocks fall and she snaps back to the dark hole where she presumes a stranger is stranded. And then back to the figures in the distance. “Hey!” She rears up as if that will make her voice be more heard over the muffle of a light rain across the freshly fallen leaves. “Hey you guys! Over here...I think someone is trapped in here!” And again she looks down into the black and she can faintly see antlers, and then his bronze body. She can see him moving a bit and perhaps he's even yelled again, but in all the excitement she may have missed it. “Hold on.” She whirls away like a cat with no interest in something, the fluff of her long lion tail curling over the cave's opening before she disappears. She searches the nearby area for a thick vine to through down to him...she wasn't sure how it was going to work, but it was her only idea. When she finds a suitable root climbing across the earth she rips it from it's attachments and begins to trot back toward the incident.