Who is he? Zeik can’t answer his own question. It sits in his mind, troubling him as he drifts along the currents. The season is mid-change and the cooler weather feels good against his feathers. But he can’t enjoy that sensation, or the blissful joy of flight because he’s too busy thinking about the question makai had roused. Who is he? Until now he’d just been Zeik: the falcon-shifting blue roan stallion who roamed Beqanna. But now? Now he was Zeik: the horse without a purpose. That had never seemed to bother him before now. All he’d ever had to worry about was where his food was coming from and where he was sleeping. But that was the other side of him - the predatory side. Now there was another side that begged for attention, the side that Makai had awoken in him.
Would anything in his life ever affect him the way that Makai’s downfalls had? It irked Zeik to think that he was missing out on something so, provencial. His thoughts, though, are interrupted when he catches a rather violent lift of air, causing him to peer down at the source. The sea, responsible for the shift in flight, stretches out below him. The beach itself is littered with the decaying, a dismal sight. But it’s not the dead that cause Zeik to circle and drop, it’s the living.
Far below him is a single form, wading into the frothy waters in some slow, peaceful lament. His curiosity piques and he descends, screeching out to the lone creature. A downward spiral brings him to the beach and he lands, sinking his talons into the sand before shifting into his natural form. There’s no time to adjust so he struggles to his feet and trots quickly to the edge of the shore, stopping only when the water laps against his hooves.
“Wait!” He calls out, neck stretching over the water as if he could grab her and haul her back to shore. “Why?” He asks, more subtle in his approach. What causes her to welcome death?
Everything we are and used to be is buried and gone
Apothica • Tiberios