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12-08-2012, 04:42 PM
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H U Y A N A
the world is drowning Is he waiting for her to fade away, to vanish? She stands firmly in the shadow of his bulk, leonine tail still. She is so tired - if from his dark magic, or from her own means, she is not quite sure, but slender dark legs dance backwards slowly, as if trapped in mud. Yes, he replies, almost malicious, still unwilling to meet her gaze. Huyana is intrigued by this behemoth who threatens to let the world crumble in his wake; who, with each breath drawn, unwinds the threads of life, the bonds that hold. The promise of knowledge teases her to stay, to keep the company of this reaper. The silence that lingers between them is dangerous and resolute, but the dark mare was never one to obey placidly - she may be as calm as the stillest of lakes, or as fierce as the open sea on a stormy night. She sighs; when will the sun come out and dissipate this hurricane? For a moment, she turns away from him and his lethal presence, the pale reflection of the day hiding the liquid blue of her eyes in a way that suggested a frozen heart. "I've lost so much," she murmurs, to herself, watching the course of a snowflake as it descends, flitting lightly down to join its family. Where is her family - does she even have one? Black eyelashes meet each other as the roan closes her eyes briefly. There is hesitation in this movement, as if she is afraid that her eyelids will never open, as if she will drown in her own misery and her own sorrow. I grieve for the world, she thinks glumly, relishing how simple the world seems from behind closed eyelids. Is it the same for Death; does he mourn for his losses, as well? Or does he live on in the eyes of his prey as the mist in their eyes, the last beat of their heart. Slowly, her eyes open, the unwelcome brightness of the snow causing them to ache. They dare to find Deimos, to revel in the harsh contours of his body. He is handsome, in the way death is beautiful - when your eyes dim, and the your heart spasms in a frantic attempt to keep beating. He is the inevitable; a beautiful fate, regardless of the path. She smiles with irony, with the calm only one so near death may experience.  |
