[private] a falling star fell from your heart; epithet

[Astrophel]

Somehow he had lost track of time. The days had become long, muddling all into very one long day. Most of the time the days were bitter and cold. Snow every now and then fell slowly and gently, or hard and burying the dead autumn earth. The hour of the wolf, dark and lit up by the night sky stars, lingered more than usual. The boy had not mind that change one bit. However, just as the seasons changed, so did he. The passing of time allowed his cremello coat to thicken. It grew into a rather warm winter coat, something he never thought he would experience again. However, the old in this world had become the new for the boy. He learned, and sometimes relearned, about the world around him. During the long felt days of wandering and exploring the new world he found many new wonders. Astrophel had always an eye for detail, taking in every part and feeling every emotion possibly. It was more recently he felt something ache. The feeling was rather familiar as the days came and went. However, it grew into something more. His heart started to feel heavy and hollow. The very notion of hope faded away within the darkness of his mind and heart—a block hole sucking every part of hope and happiness he had held onto. He was beginning to feel the very mentality of this world. It edged closer and closer to him, his mind filling with clouds, until it fully controlled him. Astrophel wondered if this was going to be the way. Would he continue to feel to miserable and misplaced if he remained here longer? This world was nothing compared to the world beyond the clouds that he had been in. Here in this world, Beqanna, there was destruction and ruin. But, up there within the blackness and stars, there was hope and wholeness—not a thought to ever question anything. But he is not among the stars anymore. The boy sighs softly in the quiet winter night. His breath expels slowly, lifting up and then vanishing right in front of him. Astrophel stares with hazel eyes long and hard at the clear night sky. The stars and moon are bright tonight, illuminating the snow blanket meadow. He has been staring at the sky for hours now while he simply forgets the sense of time. Then again, time itself had never needed to consume him. The star boy had been a part of it all, the beginning and end. He would become something new when one star faded away into nothing. If anything, Astrophel knew he would still be there among the stars when one star’s time was over. He never questioned the beginning or ending of the astral world. There was no reason to when you were whole and felt in complete bliss with it all. A bitter wind howls through the night. It sends a shiver down his spine, breaking his attention away from the stars. The cremello boy sighs again, and moves forward towards a lone tree within the meadow. Perhaps it was time to sleep. However, rest would not come easy tonight. It never did for the many months he had been here now. So far, nothing else had become easier.

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@[Elle Belle]

[Epithet]

Cold was the dark night with gnarled fingers that tangled in your hair. Epithet had decided at such an hour that the form a shaggy malamute was to be her shape. A wolf was too menacing, too intense and Epi did not want to frighten any she should happen to cross paths with (immortality had it's perks).

The white dog with careful blue eyes move through the crust of winter's cover, dodging the shadows and illuminating all the secrets that lay just within reach. Her sensitive nose conjures shapes through the forest as she makes her way for the meadow, open and without cover. One heavy paw in from of the other, soundless as she moves over the freshly laid snow, no more than a shadow against her backdrop.

But from the corner of her eye (she nearly missed him!) a creamy white male stands near one of the sparse trees that stood in the vast white sea of snow. A curious cock of her head gives way to her resuming her normal equine shape. "Hello." The mare speaks softly, cautious of this other that stood so alone on a cold night. He is taller than she and she notes the sunken stature of his shoulders, the dreaminess in his eyes when she can finally look into them.

He had lost someone or something.

"I'm Epithet, are you-" She begins but then hesitates as concern crosses her pale features, the edges of her dark lips thinning with worry. She did not like to see others in distress, "Are you okay?" Her tones of her voice fall as lightly as the very snow that surrounds them. With pricked eyes, she edges another step forward but being mindful of escape if the other should prove to be anything other than what he was in this very moment.

Epithet

[Astrophel]

Maybe the hallowedness and ache were similar to losing one you cared for so deeply. He knows nothing of such affection for another, lover and friend. However, the celestial world beyond this world was everything to him. It was the home he had been torn from when he was born into the world of Beqanna. He had felt empty and misplaced for years, a familiar feeling so long ago, and unsure of exactly what it was he was missing. It was the very stars, the celestial beings and astrological divine, and among their mystical beauty that he belonged there. But, at this moment, he is not there. He, despite all the thinking and ways of the celestial world he knew of, does not know when he will return. All he knows is this feeling fills him up. It drowns the very life out of him and his suffocating in this earthly body he dreads more than ever before. Maybe this is what they called depression, but he has never been so sure of anything that made him feel so down and ruined. This world was wicked and hateful. He hated it very much. Astrophel had lost himself in the silence of the night again. The howl of the wind and bitter cold pulled him into a waken slumber as he stood under one of the sparse trees. There was something comforting, not exactly what he had always been in, about the deep of the night and its silence. It was the closes thing he had felt since he came into this world—a place to try and be as one with the stars again. He does not know that the porcelain gray mare has made her way to him. In fact, he felt he would have been the only one in the meadow during the dead of winter. How very wrong he had been indeed. The greeting from Epithet startles him a bit. The star boy awakens from his dreamy state of mind. Astrophel blinks a couple of times, hazel eyes that once held the stars and galaxies, before noticing the mare. He peers at her carefully for a moment. “Epithet,” he quietly says. The sound of her name is tasted, sensing every letter and syllable he can. He tries to get as much as he can, like he is seeing the world for the very first time with the sound of her name. “Epithet,” the boy says again and smiles softly at her. It is a rather weak smile, but there is obvious display of genuine in his smile still. “I am fine,” he says plainly, and rather quickly. Astrophel’s face puzzles because he is surprised by the quick display of words and how closed off they are to exactly what he is feeling. Astrophel shakes his head, brushing off a few snowflakes that dropped into his mane. “Sorry,” he says sincerely to her, “It has been a very long time.” To what he means by very long he does not say. There is nothing to really describe how long it has been or what exactly he feels deep down it all. “I am being rude,” he laughs softly and smiles at her in the dead of the night, “I am Astrophel.” Star lover it literally meant, and so it was true.

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@[Elle Belle]