07-19-2020, 10:28 AM
They don't see her, but she sees them.
She does not know what their quarrel is, too far away at first to make out the words, but she sees the child edging away, sees her break into a run and the terror of that monster in the shape of an old black gelding makes her breath catch. Memory makes her angry, makes her act rashly. Her shadows are swift, they fly past both horses with ease and wrap around the girl as she runs, the glowing markings dulling as darkness swarms around her.
safe
And she knows it was a mistake as soon as the shadow's leaf-smoke voice whispers in her ear. Loss and fear swallow her like ice water, guilt, panic, and salt choke her lungs. The child has been taken to safety, but what is safety to a patch of darkness? She could be anywhere. The yellow mare freezes, lost in the thorny maze of her thoughts and the memory of her own disappearance once years ago, of the remiscent way she has broken this family. Then the red mare screams No! Yanked suddenly from her guilt, Beryl, swathed in darkness, bursts out of her hiding place in the shadows. She is running before she knows it, running to catch the pair with their head start - though surely seeing the child disappear in shadow will slow their tumble towards the ocean. When the chestnut reaches out for the gelding's tail, she sees the golden flame bright on her shoulder, and trips in the soft sand, startled.
"Lilliana!"
Before she hits the ground, she is a lion, and the muscular feline body tumbles, somersaulting back onto its feet. Claws dig into the ground and she bounds to the mare's side, head low and guilt fanning the flame of her bravery until it burns away her fear. A growl like thunder rolls rhythmically in her chest and ebonywood eyes follow the monster, tracing the ragged, toothed, maw of his chest. Thin lips peel back from her cruel canines, and she feels more than knows that she is not a match for the beast physically, but she does not think he can stop her shadows.
"Lilliana is wanted elsewhere," Her voice is a snarl, rough and angry, her gaze never leaving the dark beast, "You are not." In a blink the amorphous darkness rises around them, yellow-eyed and impassive and swiftly shaping itself into mirror images of the torn gelding. Within the protective circle the lion becomes equine again, tentatively touching her grey muzzle to the scarlet mare's shoulder.
"Stay close," she whispers and the darkness collapses in on them, leaving Wolfbane alone on the distant shore with only his thwarted plans for company.
She does not know what their quarrel is, too far away at first to make out the words, but she sees the child edging away, sees her break into a run and the terror of that monster in the shape of an old black gelding makes her breath catch. Memory makes her angry, makes her act rashly. Her shadows are swift, they fly past both horses with ease and wrap around the girl as she runs, the glowing markings dulling as darkness swarms around her.
safe
And she knows it was a mistake as soon as the shadow's leaf-smoke voice whispers in her ear. Loss and fear swallow her like ice water, guilt, panic, and salt choke her lungs. The child has been taken to safety, but what is safety to a patch of darkness? She could be anywhere. The yellow mare freezes, lost in the thorny maze of her thoughts and the memory of her own disappearance once years ago, of the remiscent way she has broken this family. Then the red mare screams No! Yanked suddenly from her guilt, Beryl, swathed in darkness, bursts out of her hiding place in the shadows. She is running before she knows it, running to catch the pair with their head start - though surely seeing the child disappear in shadow will slow their tumble towards the ocean. When the chestnut reaches out for the gelding's tail, she sees the golden flame bright on her shoulder, and trips in the soft sand, startled.
"Lilliana!"
Before she hits the ground, she is a lion, and the muscular feline body tumbles, somersaulting back onto its feet. Claws dig into the ground and she bounds to the mare's side, head low and guilt fanning the flame of her bravery until it burns away her fear. A growl like thunder rolls rhythmically in her chest and ebonywood eyes follow the monster, tracing the ragged, toothed, maw of his chest. Thin lips peel back from her cruel canines, and she feels more than knows that she is not a match for the beast physically, but she does not think he can stop her shadows.
"Lilliana is wanted elsewhere," Her voice is a snarl, rough and angry, her gaze never leaving the dark beast, "You are not." In a blink the amorphous darkness rises around them, yellow-eyed and impassive and swiftly shaping itself into mirror images of the torn gelding. Within the protective circle the lion becomes equine again, tentatively touching her grey muzzle to the scarlet mare's shoulder.
"Stay close," she whispers and the darkness collapses in on them, leaving Wolfbane alone on the distant shore with only his thwarted plans for company.
@[lilliana] @[Wolfbane]
sorry this took soooo long, my brain is mush.