05-26-2017, 02:56 PM
Levi is unjustifiably disappointed that Kolera’s powers seem to be limited to vegetation. In contrast, she seems relieved that her blight dose not translate to flesh. But the way she trails off in the middle of her sentence, “I've only killed trees and grass and bushes and..." gave him pause. What she about to list something more incriminating? "and... and possibly my brother."
Or maybe she just ran out of types of plant life to mention. Like an afterthought, the orbs continue to rotate.
His eyes follow her form as she moves to the center of the clearing, her heels darkening in the soot. Kolera holds her dainty head high, an innocent smile playing on her lips as she stands with pride in the ashes - as if what they had done was something to be admired and not destruction. He snuffs the orbs with a thought then turns to leave. What was this yearling doing alone in the woods? Where was she from? Wouldn’t someone be looking for their child? Were they being watched by her protector now? Or worse, maybe she was all alone and wanted to stay with him.
With three long strides, he is carried out of the smoking clearing and back into the damp spring forest. His heavy hooves sink into the mush of dead leaves and fertile ground, he halts. Conflicted, Levi touches his chin to his chest, nipping himself where the white skin is splattered across his broad chest. A nervous habit. His ebony main and forelock cascade across his face the crest of his neck round and full. After a moment, his miss-matched eyes float back to rest on the living tree trunk nearest him.
He calls her, the heat, she is always at the ready. More than just ready, she is always egging him on, whispering to him in that sly sensuous voice of her. With a feeling like a sigh, he lets her go. At the base of the sturdy elm, she appears – hot and glowing in a band encircling the trunk. Levi narrows his eyes, he can feel his connection to the flame like an unseen umbilical cord, only, this is not one sided. They feed each other.
But the living tree is stubborn. The flame does not catch and light this tree like it had Kolera’s felled elms. He has no trouble maintaining the flame, but it is his magick feeding her heat, not the wood. Before the bark can become fuel the water inside must burn of, evaporate and leave they dry fiber for her nourishment.
He turns his pale face to look behind him, back to the girl.
Together they created a powerful combination, the implications of which were just beginning to be realized. And that thought kept him standing there, in the damp, gazing at her, thoughts in turmoil.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.