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Posted by Se. Formaldehyde on February 2, 2009, 7:06 pm, in reply to "forget these wide-eyed fears"
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Change. The alteration of life itself could be plausible with the evaporation of time; as the cogs turned, so too did the world, and with it, everything was made to change for the better or the worse. Alteration, change, metamorphosis, whatever anyone called it, there was always a temperance that came along with it. The brief intake of breath, in awe, as the butterfly emerges from its cocoon; the stopping of one's heart as the earth changes and lifts, quaking; the feeling you first get when you receive your element. It all revolves around time, and with time, comes fate. And fate, with my every experience, has no wish to allow me happiness. Not for a very, very long time at least.
And yet. As my blue roan frame remains cold and still in the Autumn cliamte that has befallen this dark area of the glade, my auditories are witness to the sound of an approaching creature. By the sheer noise of the snapping undergrowth, I was able to depict that it was, in fact, an equine, and he or she was making their way over to me. The mare that made her step from the caressing shadows of the trees brought surprise to my features- my white raven merely blinked and began nibbling on a strand of my mane curiously. I was somehow able to ignore the profused pulling and nagging for attention as my inked pools observed Wicked's approach; her obsidian coat blending into the alluring shades that drifted to and fro. I glanced up above at the canopy of tree limbs; the sun was cascading in rivulets between each frond and leaf and finger, dancing across us as the clouds mvoed away. My eyes were brought back to look upon this Gold warrior, wondering what she could be doing out here, out of our mountains. The Wolf's teeth beckoned me still, but still again, I would not go. Not yet.
A grim smile managed to exert itself upon my frown-exhausted features, creasing my velveteen lips in response to Wicked's lazy statement. A sigh, and a simple nod were paid in respects, though I added to my gesture, "The desert is a difficult land to survive within. How the Vipers do it, I shall never understand." Even though you're supposed to be in Solira, my guilty conscience scolded. Somehow, I ignored it.
Something inthe back of my mind told me, "It's because a Wolf is here." I noticed Grimm's rough tones, though the white raven had resigned from his annoying exploits upon my obsidian mane. I shifted awkwardly as Wicked brushed her nose with mine, and yet, somehow, I found it overly comforting. Too comforting. I sighed, furrowing my brow and allowing my occuli to be half-lidded as I remained, standing with Wicked. Her touch was chaste; and it surprised me that I could even start thinking of this friend, this near-stranger, like this.
And then Wicked speaks again, her sincere vocals reaching out to me. Andarin is quiet without you. My worried eyes closed now, wondering about my home. I had never purposely stepped outside of Andarin unless it had been to teach my students, and now that I was not needed there as much, I had become greatly attached to Andarin. And I had been alone, for so long it felt like, now. Though only a few days, a few dozen hours had come and gone, I felt fear snaking my chest, confining my breaths.
My black rose quivered slightly between us, as I nudged the black mare in return with my soft nose, a faint smile hovering upon my lips once more. "It is always quiet, in this world. Lonely." But not when you have someone to stand with you. A nervous check occured inside my heart as I wondered what the hell I was thinking. But my hope for someone to be there destroyed my train of thought, and I relaxed in her presence. It wasn't wrong to accept someone's kindness, was it?
Grimm began to get edgy, and the white raven fidgeted for a moment, flaring out his plummage occasionally. I barely noticed when my Familiar took off to god knows where; he had a tendency to leave in odd or boring moments. But for now, I would not be so alone, perhaps, without him.
EARTH III
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