shadow on the wall

shadow on the wall

Huyana Posts: 83

Aurora Basin Scholar

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 hands :: 7 years Buff: NOVICE

Krazie

11-24-2012, 09:17 AM

H U Y A N A
the world is drowning

Wide eyes framed by inky lashes capture the winter landscape in wondrous sweeping pale eddies of color, light swimming on the blue surface like a bright summer tide. She lets a soft breath slip past the cage of her teeth and swirling on the frigid atmosphere of the Steppe. She cannot help but be bitter - how many homes have been wrested from her habitation? With each stride, which punctures the surface of the snow with disconcerting force, she counts, and the number is frighteningly high. When did the rainchild, so fluid and graceful, become solid ice? She fears for herself; she fears for the world, this damned earth that she cannot save - and the only thing she can do is watch as it crumbles around her, and the only thing she can do after it falls is dance on its rubble.

Stiff winter sunlight falls on her body in curtains of swarthy darkness, although when the wind grows too strong, you can see silver peeking from underneath the pitch; is it the first hints of a coming spring? Huyana pushes on through this desolate land, even when her joints groan and creak and complain against the cold, and she feels herself trembling with weakness. Thick snow begins to push down, but all she can do is push back, like a riptide against a stormy shore.

Not before long, the white curtain recedes into something of a whimsical cavort, and the rainchild recognizes a rough jet form looming in the distance, a sinister shape against the pallor of the snow. As cloven hooves draw her ever closer, Huyana can smell something familiar, something that cannot be hidden by the innocence of Frostfall - something malicious, draining; something that makes her laugh with irony. "Death," she calls almost jovially, although there is a (familiar) note of bitterness, of reserve. She pauses at a careful distance - she is not stupid, but she can still see the shine in his dark blue eyes. "We meet again - homeless, but well, I suppose," or as well as death can be. Another breath unfurls into the air like the wings of a young bird, buffeting the cruel cold with the warmth of life.