Kamien
It is not rational to believe in miracles, for miracles are by nature irrational.
During the first real snowfall of the year, two shadows moved slowly across the newborn landscape. White flakes shingled down from an overcast sky and wrapped the padded backs of the wanderers in a cold blanket, but melted quickly when coming in contact with the warm ground. Like shadows they appeared, one at the very beginning of its life and the other close to the end. Both moved with difficulty, wobbly legs struggling to keep up with tired ones that just barely had enough strength left to push forward.
They treaded carefully the treacherous path that led to the shrines of the Gods, led by the glowing veins as dusk fell over the lands. They were quiet, silenced as much by the peaceful serenity of winters touch as the strain of a long journey. And what was there to say, really, when they had already revealed everything that was in their hearts? It has been said that love knows no boundaries, but some obstacles are too tall to be passed over easily, for mere mortals who's time is never long enough.
As the trail ended and the goal of their journey became visible through the curtain of gently falling snow, the old mare stopped and allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. The foal by her side mimicked the way she sighed and slumped down onto the ground, a small bundle of dull black feathers and vivid blue eyes that gazed around curiously. He was too tired to walk anymore, but not so much that the novelty of the world would let him sleep. With a belly full from the last time they paused for dinner and his mother by the side, he had everything a newborn could ask for.
Or so he believed.
He did not see the sadness in the old unicorns eyes as she leaned down and nuzzled the tiny ears, and even if he had he wouldn't understand the reason for it. Neither did he hear the silent prayer whispered to the gods of the realm, to watch over this tiny shard of life she had bestowed upon the world, so fragile yet. And occupied by the cold crystals that fell upon the nose as he was, he didn't notice how she quietly turned around and left, footfalls silent in the soundless world of snow and darkness.
It wasn't out of cruelty that the mare abandoned her first and only son on the threshold of the godly realm, nor was it out of spite. She loved him like she had loved the stallion she met only seasons earlier, a romance blossoming only at the autumn of their lives. But now her time had come, and rather than to leave her most precious gem to mortals she had never known and never trusted, she chose to put her faith in the Gods that she never prayed to. Maybe they could see to it that he ended up in a good place, and maybe one of them might even be willing to provide with knowledge and the curse and blessing that was power. It tore her heart asunder to turn and walk from the dark figure on the ground, so small and lonesome in the whole wide world. She wouldn't leave him to cry over her cold dead body, prey to wolves and cats, truly abandoned with no one to turn to.
This was her gift to her son, her precious Kamien, and may the gods spare his life, if they saw fit to do so. It was in their hands now.
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| Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless |
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Eyes filled with sadness watched the scene as the mother left her child orphaned. The ground rumbled and shook in testament to his arrival. Rather than is usual jovial arrival this one was solemn. There was not a happy twinkle in his eyes or a smile on his lips as he strode forward, stopping just short of the child. His great head lowered and he breathed warm air onto the foal to warm it.
"Another lost child." He said sadly. There had been so many orphaned foals he'd seen in his life and each one was just as sad as the last.
The God stood where he was breathing warmth onto the tiny foal as he waited for the mother to turn around and, hopefully, change her mind about abandoning the foal. If she did not the God already knew what he was going to do to ensure the foal's survival.
Kamien
It is not rational to believe in miracles, for miracles are by nature irrational.
It took a moment for the small foal to realize that mother was nowhere to be seen. Puzzlement entered the clear eyes as he looked around, believing that it was only a trick of the falling snow, that she in fact stood right beside him still. But as moments passed and his eyes couldn't pick out the dark shade of the one who had granted him life, the little pegasus struggled up on tired legs, lips quivering as a whinny tore from the throat. He called for his mother again before pausing to listen, the lithe body trembling from agitation and tension, the strain of concentration enough to make the eyes roll and show glimmering whites.
Despite his efforts though, no call returned his own and for a moment the silence seemed stifling. A shiver coursed through his limbs, feathered wings slightly too large for the body struggled to lift enough to wrap around the sides, to keep him warm and mimic the embrace he would never feel again. Because his mother wasn't going to return. Upon walking the narrow bridge that connected the newly formed island that connected the shrines of the gods to mainland, her heart gave in and she tumbled off the path, crashing into the frothing sea. She had known her time was near, that nothing but the grace of the gods would be enough to save her - and she was old enough already, too old and heartbroken to be able to raise the foal properly.
Kamien jumped and spun around as the sound of rumbling earth permeated the air. Eyes widened and jaw slacked in awe as he saw the great stallion emerge from the bedrock, so much larger than himself in both body and mind. The youthful mind struggled with the concept of the impressive stallion, all while taking in the sight of horns and wings and massive built. Questions raced through his mind, curiosity overwhelming. But not more so than the sadness and confusion his abandonment brought. The warm breath of the God of Earth was comforting. He pressed closer to the Immortal one, seeking strength and support in the steady heartbeats, the only solid point he could find in this endless world of darkness and snow.
"Where's momma?" he asked and turned the head upwards, hoping that the stallion would be able to bring her back. He wanted her, he needed her really badly to be there, so he could feel happy and content again.
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| Stallion :: Equine :: 22.0hh :: Ageless |
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"Gone." The God said when the young foal asked where his mother was. "She has left you in good care, Kamien." He assured the foal. Very gently, he nibbled at the young child's forelock before he ran his nose across the foal's back. There was no way a child so young would be able to survive the bitter cold of winter on his own and the god was far too busy to care for him on his own.
"Be not afraid." He said, his voice gravelly. Dust rose and circled around the Earth God and the child. When it settled there was only emptiness where they had been standing.
Kamien
It is not rational to believe in miracles, for miracles are by nature irrational.
Gone The word would forever carry the memory of loss, of a night filled with falling snow and the sensation that something had forever gone awry, never to be set straight again. The foal mulled over the words of the God in silence, tail slumping and wings drooping listlessly towards the ground once he began to understand the finality of the word. Mother wouldn't come back. It sent an ache through his chest, made it feel hollow and broken. He had to take a deep breath just to make the lungs work again, nostrils quivering as he sighed heavily. He didn't cry though. The thing he had lost was too grave for tears, they wouldn't suffice to soothe the pain and the sadness, and he was too private by nature to easily give away the depth of his emotions.
Kamien gazed back upon the stallion with the deep voice, calmed by the gentle touch of the warm nose. There was something infinitely comforting about the large frame, those sturdy shoulders that appeared strong enough to shoulder the weight of the world. Upon being told to not be afraid he nodded, serious as only one can be who has lost their only family, and he prepared himself for a surprise.
Nothing, however, would have been able to prepare him for what happened. A whinny filled with awe and intrigue was set loose from the slight maw as dust rose around them, enveloped him closer than the snow or the night could have ever done. Thus he was carried away, from a place of black and white that forever had left an imprint within the soul, to a place as of yet unknown.
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