08-24-2018, 02:50 PM
Like a restless spirit, Rapture lingers on the outskirts of his home. The soft hues of her pelt are unmistakable - and like springs first blush of meadow flowers, they signal a change in him.
Such a creature as she was destined for more than haunting.
She would never come back for the sake of him.
But he doesn't question her motives as his large frame is set into motion. Despite his unbelieving ( for it was too good to be true, she was too beautiful to be anything other than a fairytale's heroine) four sturdy limbs carry the flame-licked stallion forward without hesitation. He knows if she is forced to wait too long, alone, she will be blown away by the next salty breeze. And he will not let her slip away again.
"Rapture," he says her name as he reaches for her, if she will let him, to touch the tiny scar on her cheek that would be unnoticeable to anyone who didn't know to look for it.
"You made it," he adds, as if there hadn't been an entire life lived between this meeting and their last. As if he had not allowed her to become a stranger.
Where his mane and tail should be, tendrils of flame silently twist and tumble. Each year he seemed to become more like the Volcano itself, tied to the island by deep magic. But his features remained frozen in time - his immortality preserved him as a stallion of five years - and as they stand side by side, it is easy to imagine that no time has passed at all.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
@[Rapture] <33