Posted by wyvern; lvl i on June 10, 2008, 12:40 pm wyvern
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He remembers the silence: the long days without a single whisper but the heavy pant of breath and the natural snorts and drum of hooves. He remembers the silence when not even songbirds would break the morning with their music, when no wolf would howl, with nothing but the whispering snow and the rush of frozen rivers.
He remembers foals starved even as he – naturally thick and strong, with resilience bred into his genes – flourished and grew, a handsome colt in a small, floundering herd. He remembers that one day he found a corpse, a newborn too late for spring that did not survive the cross into its first winter. He remembers the blue lips and the empty eyes.
He knows this child could suffer the same fate, so easily.
Who are you?, she questions him and he doesn’t smile; he isn’t sure why. “Wyvern,” he says simply and the name is so worn through his tongue that it feels almost like a self-evident truth. There is no need for explanations about mothers who twined with him and fathers who knelt before him; it isn’t important.
“Aelina,” he calls. He can feel a hawk flying overhead but knows it is not because of it that the snake curls just above his left fetlock, winding itself as a delicate green bracelet against his golden hide. He has no idea why they seem to enjoy remaining with him, but he does not question it. “Why are you here?”
yea, they shall say, earth's womb has borne in vain
new things, and never this best thing again;
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