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Posted by a rook on March 3, 2009, 2:23 am
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Fei…
There is no running, no wild staring black eyes, no fear, no nightmares, no scary monsters or even pain. There is, however, a blackbird; one, two, three, several more. The small little blackbirds gather together with the sparrows and swallows and whatever others there are while they wait for the rest of the birds to show up. Rook left awhile ago; mentally, physically, emotionally. Fei took his better parts, I think, and this is why he never really survived the way he should have – the way he was always meant to be.
But then, here she is…
Calling for him? Maybe? For others? Possibly?
And he might not be a horse when he first answers her, but he is still Rook. And somewhere in the midst of her calling, a blackbird finds its way back to it’s brothers in the branches and, together, they form the likes of a horse bent into that same shape it has always been.
“Fei.” The voice is not just a thought or a whisper or the sound of wind but it is a voice, a deep and resonate one that is sure of what it is finally seeing. His black-green eyes open once he has himself together and he steps forward, cautious at first.
“Fei?” He wonders, his voice trilling. She is real right?
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