02-21-2016, 02:28 AM
THE SUPERSTARS SUCKED IN THE SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
His time here was still too short for him to not remember the Gates or his mother. Perhaps he will never truly forget that he had been callously taken from his home for reasons unknown. Things such as petty jealousy or outright cruelty weren’t something that such a young boy could ponder quite yet. But he remained imprisoned here with no knowledge of how to make the long journey back home. All he remembered was the stiff fear of the unknown as he stumbled along near the back of the raiding party, enclosed within from all sides.
But once they had crossed the border into their territory, he had taken a small window of opportunity to slip away from his suddenly complacent captors. Of course, all he’s accomplished was learning about the somewhat perilous terrain of his new home. It wasn’t anything like the kingdom back home where the grass was plentiful and the earth was rich and soft beneath his feet.
He’s taken a reluctant liking to strolling down the beach as he’s never seen the likes before. The rolling, thunderous waves were soothing to his troubled heart and he delighted in the wheat gold sand that gave way to his weight with each determined step. This time his trip is interrupted by the sight of another winged girl. He wondered if the natives here all came winged for this was the second girl that he’s come across that’s possessed the feathered things. At least this girl wasn’t an alarming shade of purple.
He cautiously approaches her from the side as he notices she seems to be quite unaware of her surroundings. He clears his throat noisily to give her some fair warning. After all, she could just as easily be a part of the kidnapping ringleaders.
“Hey.”
As he slides to a halt beside her, his mismatched eyes happen to catch sight of a cut across her hindquarters. It hadn’t been outwardly visible at first as both her wings and the dark color of her skin hid the gleaming red blood from his sight. Immediately concerned, he impulsively reaches out to touch her wound to get any idea of the severity. Once again, his touch instigates a quick knitting of skin and he stumbles back in surprise.
He narrows his eyes in thought and ponders the possibility of possessing an ability to heal. Perhaps the purple girl had actually been onto something here. He shifts his weight restlessly, uncomfortable with his current train of thought. He eyes the now perfectly smooth patch of skin before him, the only imperfection was the sheen of dried blood around it, and directs his attention back to the other’s face.
“Were you kidnapped too?”
(michaelis x orani)