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but still, still, it burns.

Posted by Ilium ; Wildflower on March 31, 2009, 7:16 pm, in reply to "who would give anything to put this out;"
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The rocky mare shudders with relief when she feels his warmth beside her, when black Holden runs next to her own tiny little ones, when she knows they will slip past the raging inferno that has already consumed everything she's ever known. A bitter wild sadness courses through her as she thinks of Nyota, of her own mother - they would not leave, of course. They would burn with the Earth they loved. Her father, she knew, would take wing with his she-wolf and flee the destruction. He was too old, too wise, to have been ignorant of the End - and unlike his hawk brother, he had never grown so attached to lands that he stayed even in death. No, Entropy would find his way out. But Nyota, Wicked -- Hypatia -- even stupid, ugly Alcatraz -- But no. Together, marred by sand and black soot, choked with smoke and the terrible, heavy taste of loss, the ragged young herd flees. Ilium touches the flailing hindquarters of each of her children, gently, a mother's quiet love that remains steady even as her one constant ally, that calm and steady Earth, rends itself in Elemental pain. She urges them with bumps and nudges, and passes a steadying touch over Holden, too. When at last they escape the worst of the twisting, melting Desert, the twins stagger for a stride or two more and then collapse exhausted to the ground. They are asleep within moments. Ilium strokes Anatole's mane, like she used to, so long ago. Where do we go now? she wonders; but she cannot speak, overwhelmed by the yawning blackness of loss. Others - her father - had known lands before the Element. The Wildflower has only ever known the cool slow embrace of the Earth, the power of Elements whispering through her veins. Silently, sadly, she faces the wild unknown with Anatole and three children at her side. ILIUM | the Wildflower And the sun with its brightness, And the snow with its whiteness, And the fire with all the strength it hath, And the lightning with its rapid wrath, And the winds with their swiftness along their path, And the sea with its deepness, And the rocks with their steepness, And the earth with its starkness: All these I place between myself and the powers of darkness.

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Message Thread: my kindler of wildfires: - gld. Ilium March 31, 2009, 12:36 pm who would give anything to put this out; - slv. anatole & holden March 31, 2009, 2:25 pm but still, still, it burns. - Ilium ; Wildflower March 31, 2009, 7:16 pm and yet we make our escape - anatole & holden March 31, 2009, 9:20 pm « Back to thread

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