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01-31-2016, 10:14 PM
Zahra, Ilham, and Hanna
It was pride that turned angels into devils
The first night alone had been a little less comfortable than she had foreseen - no matter how misguided her anticipation had been. The Aurora Basin had beautiful qualities and perhaps if it had not been for their inspiring, soothing presence, Zahra might have turned tail and fled again into the remote, wooded wilderness that had kept them comfortable for most of the seasons they'd spent alone. Fresh, falling snow - unimaginably cold and wet - and chill that seemed to sink beneath her shivering skin and gnaw at her very bones, kept the fine-coated filly awake and restless for long (dreary) stints; even the cozy body of her well-furred companion seemed not to make a difference. It all felt like an anticlimax against the burning excitement which had just hours before, resonated and radiated through her; driven her heart to beat in frenzy for the future, for the unknown.
Had she been so fooled?
Tears froze beneath her eyes more than once during that night and she wept in vain for the routine and security now lost - the warmth and the shelter that seemed to be a whole lifetime away. She hid herself away from the eyes of those who Ashamin had called family, tucked beneath a dense thicket of pungent pine, evergreen giants whose spindly fingers whipped and whined as the wind thrashed through their tops. The frozen soil beneath, the sparse blanket of wiry grass, it was as close to home as could be managed. All the while she was miserable, surreal, bending colour bled down from the star-speckled sky; the enchanting and wonderful spectacle waltzed on and entertained her thoughts back from the brink. So too was the hum of activity further down the valley a healthy stimulation, and the yearling soon learned that through the eerie silence of the midnight hour, this family never seemed really to rest.
Soon enough light split the lonely darkness and down from the mountain's crooked peaks, dawn finally tumbled to illuminate the Basin.
Zahra was swift to rise and eager to stretch the stiffness from her aching body. Her coat was wet through - frost laid upon her hide had thawed quickly, and still she shivered without enough hair to shield. Hanna stirred too, as her sister began to move and yawned boldly as her bleary green eyes surveyed the new landscape around them. She had not been spared the sorrow of the young horse, and would have slumbered on given any chance; but alas they moved off down the hill and found themselves paused by the tree line, gazing out towards a glittering lake in the distance. Ilham burrowed still deeper into the web-hair cocoon she had crafted high in her sister's mane, appalled with the cold nature of the place. It certainly seemed the most unlikely home for any kind of family.
They trekked for a small while towards the great body of water (they'd seen it before, so it was a small and reassuring familiar), but ceased when the form of another became apparent in the strengthening light - a horned creature who seemed to blend into shadow. Not yet had it occurred to Zahra that she was unlike them. After a tentative visual examination, as discreet as could be managed, the painted Pegasus led her unsettled kitsune company towards the stallion and offered upon arrival a nervous smile, as steady as her rattling heart would allow. "Hi there." She murmured, unsure if she were interrupting a private moment between he and first morn, eyes trained awkwardly to the fierce spine dancing away from his forehead.
Note: I hope it’s alright if she joins (I can whip her out or delete if not ;)
Had she been so fooled?
Tears froze beneath her eyes more than once during that night and she wept in vain for the routine and security now lost - the warmth and the shelter that seemed to be a whole lifetime away. She hid herself away from the eyes of those who Ashamin had called family, tucked beneath a dense thicket of pungent pine, evergreen giants whose spindly fingers whipped and whined as the wind thrashed through their tops. The frozen soil beneath, the sparse blanket of wiry grass, it was as close to home as could be managed. All the while she was miserable, surreal, bending colour bled down from the star-speckled sky; the enchanting and wonderful spectacle waltzed on and entertained her thoughts back from the brink. So too was the hum of activity further down the valley a healthy stimulation, and the yearling soon learned that through the eerie silence of the midnight hour, this family never seemed really to rest.
Soon enough light split the lonely darkness and down from the mountain's crooked peaks, dawn finally tumbled to illuminate the Basin.
Zahra was swift to rise and eager to stretch the stiffness from her aching body. Her coat was wet through - frost laid upon her hide had thawed quickly, and still she shivered without enough hair to shield. Hanna stirred too, as her sister began to move and yawned boldly as her bleary green eyes surveyed the new landscape around them. She had not been spared the sorrow of the young horse, and would have slumbered on given any chance; but alas they moved off down the hill and found themselves paused by the tree line, gazing out towards a glittering lake in the distance. Ilham burrowed still deeper into the web-hair cocoon she had crafted high in her sister's mane, appalled with the cold nature of the place. It certainly seemed the most unlikely home for any kind of family.
They trekked for a small while towards the great body of water (they'd seen it before, so it was a small and reassuring familiar), but ceased when the form of another became apparent in the strengthening light - a horned creature who seemed to blend into shadow. Not yet had it occurred to Zahra that she was unlike them. After a tentative visual examination, as discreet as could be managed, the painted Pegasus led her unsettled kitsune company towards the stallion and offered upon arrival a nervous smile, as steady as her rattling heart would allow. "Hi there." She murmured, unsure if she were interrupting a private moment between he and first morn, eyes trained awkwardly to the fierce spine dancing away from his forehead.
Note: I hope it’s alright if she joins (I can whip her out or delete if not ;)
Please only tag Zahra in openers and spars
