let my shadows prove the sunshine
He doesn’t remember how he got here, only that above him is the familiar foliage of the jungle - humid, green and laced with the vibrant color of hibiscus and plumeria.
He was home.
For a moment he wonders if any of it is real, his cerulean gaze taking in each part of the landscape with a weary and cautious eye. Part of him knew it was over - the torture, the onslaught he was forced to carry - but part of him holds fast to that uncertainty, wavering between with a gentle shake to his palomino and white frame.
Svedka had been healed; enough to make it home but not in a way that would deem him without scars. His shoulder still bleeds without hesitation, pouring from an open wound from his own claws - ragged and only partly clotted, staining the jungle floor with his own rust-colored blood. He sighs, his vision fading in and out with each blink, staggering forward on barely usable legs.
It’s not until he reaches a breach in lava rock that the stallion finally stops, gazing into its open chasms with wide yet unseeing eyes. He’s so tired, so very tired, and when his eyes fall upon a familiar hole within the volcano’s side, he merely watches it for a moment before he enters it’s warm depths, completely disoriented and lost within it’s shadow.
With a shuddering sigh he leans against the warm pumice of the inside of the cave, his eyesight fluttering in and out. He had no idea of the life that flutters within him, that pulses and vibrates, because his bones are oh so weary. His mind is an eternity away, flitting from the afterlife back to the present, exhaustion in their cerulean depths.
He collapses to the floor of the cavern with an ungraceful slide to the ground, curling there as if that is where he was meant to die.
Hadn’t he, though? Hadn’t he meant to die, in that place?
svedka
@[Solace] <3