Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc
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06-13-2013, 04:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2013, 07:25 PM by Africa.)
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Look down
The ground below is crumbling
Look up
The stars are all exploding
Continuing...
Silas travelled well enough despite having freshly hatched, although he tired often and slept frequently amongst the highest branches in the tallest trees along the way. He could not tell what exactly compelled forward, but he continued with rigid determination, always north, guided only by the strings of his pulsing, burning hope.
For days and days the sun did not warm the Basin. Clouds thick and drab-grey seemed to be suspended perpetually above northern Helovia, and they cast a grim shade, bursting every other day to spew vast opaque sheets of freezing, white snow. The dark bitterness of Frostfall had settled in it seemed- as though brewed from the sad hopelessness plaguing a once effervescent heart itself. Africa spent many days following her capture, her torture, recovering physically. But while the bruises did fade, and the scabs did slowly form and wither, her tortured mind still blistered with raw shame and denial. So too did her heart ache, robbed of the graceful liberty to which she had been borne. Tired and tattered beyond repair, she was a shadow of her former glory and wished day and night for her life to end.
Lying motionless, without the energy to rise, Africa was sprawled across the hoarfrost beneath the rock shelf she had taken up residence below. The day was growing late, and she had neither eaten nor quenched her growing thirst for a long time- there was no light anymore; there was no point. Her filthy form drew little attention from the Basin unicorns now, and contented with that, Africa was satisfied to rot in miserable isolation. Often thoughts and daydreams would cloud her glazed stare and she would find herself by the oasis lake; surrounded by those of her family who she had trusted. Trusted... The word chewed sadistically at the memories which filled her time in Helovia with bliss and harmony, distorting them and causing her to question the credibility of all those she could remember. Sinuhe was a scar to blemish them all.
As early evening descended with its wretched hand of smothering darkness, a feeling began to prickle within the young Pegasus- something quite unlike anything she had ever experienced- or had she... Startled, she leaned her skull backwards and stiffened her long muddy brown legs to press against the granite wall. Pale, honey eyes surveyed with some difficulty through the veil of light snowfall, the hillock which descended from her spot. No other soul was around. Curiously, though ever chary, she craned her neck upwards and rocked to sit, propped upright and tingling pain grew through her left shoulder. The pressure within seemed to intensify, and anticipation flooded her being. Africa heaved herself forward and hovered stiffly across trembling legs as she glanced about her suspiciously once more. Still, no one was close and a perplexed snuffle slipped out through her flaccid black nostrils.
Something was happening; someone was coming.
Snow began to fall around the fledgling Zephyr as he crossed an indiscernible border into the Basin. It was cold and wet, and while the bulk of his feathers were already cleaned well enough to defy such a climate, the white patches which looped his sharp purple gaze, clumped together as the flurry thawed against his warmth. The strangeness that drove him on was growing, steering along a path which was as confusing as it was enticing; Silas was spirited, brave by nature and he knew naught but the pull of one true desire.
Suddenly, he tucked his lush wings and began a swift descent- or plummet, towards a valley whose location only became apparent as he slipped below the dense cloud cover. Down, down Silas shot, at such velocity that a fine mist twirled to life in his wake. It did not take long before the crooked arms of insignificant naked tree clusters were reaching towards him, and into the nearest of them he alighted.
Below, the dapple grey Pegasus was trudging awkwardly through the churned slush in his direction; she too was guided by the same curious yearning. It was as though an unseen chain linking them together was shortening its span. She passed with somewhat renewed vigour, but its effect was mild and her haggard posture was a slim portrayal of the conflict decaying her spirit. She paused as she drew beneath the trees, chillingly they looked agonized, frozen in time lunging despairingly towards the dying sun; Africa felt like she could relate...
Perhaps it occurred to the confident young bird first. While Africa dithered between her longing, trauma and escalating confusion, Silas peered down upon her, and warmth which he had not yet felt surged vigorously through his entire, little body. He knew. A chirp burst from his juvenile lungs, and immediately it drew the attention of the miserable mare upwards. For the first time, Silas and Africa locked eyes, and a bond which would endure the length of their lives was set.
To Africa, when her hazel gaze ventured towards the unexpected harsh sound above, it was as though white flash cleansed all thought from her mind, she felt instantly fresh, and for the first time since her troubling incarceration, her heart beat with indescribable joy. Without the need for wonder, the young horse knew that the creature had emerged from her treasured egg; she knew that he had journeyed so far, unaccompanied, and that he had come for her alone. In that moment, she was overwhelmed with warmth, of tenderness for the dark feathered bird. Quietly, she watched him skip clumsily between the nude tree branches, coming close to her so that they might truly be united at last.
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