09-02-2016, 01:16 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
There’s a quake, first in his soul and then the land. The changes are humming underneath his skin and feet, whirring. Tiphon peers up from the pine needles that had fallen through the course of winter. By this point it should be spring and yet the earth growls and the sky remains shrouded in gray, warning of snow. It only takes the beat of a heart for Tiphon to realize how very wrong the world is becoming, how the looming change is finally upon them and consuming all they have ever known.
It’s when he stands up that the ground actively trembles and rolls. He can hear the loud crashing of rocks and the roar of broken rivers. Everything is alive – breaking apart and merging back together – and the horses are just ants in all of this. His heart hammers against his chest as his eyes drink in the changes happening in front of him. In an attempt to gain insight, Tiphon tries to melt his body into the world, but nothing wavers except the grassy hills that are suddenly flattening. Again he tries to disappear, but he remains whole, standing placidly in a world that is eating itself.
Then he looks over his shoulder and sees the wings, but they aren’t what he remembers. They are plain; he is dull in comparison to the bright illumination that had always surrounded his body.
For the first time in his life, fear truly begins to wrack his brain.
A bellow vibrates through his core as he tries to call for the Daleans, for anyone, but he is met with an eerie silence just as the earth suddenly settles. Everything is new, reborn, including himself.
His wings unfurl and immediately Tiphon takes to the skies. He ascends slowly and never gains a high altitude as his molten eyes hungrily search for others who have felt the impact and watched Beqanna toss and turn restlessly and angrily. His voice still rings out, searching, for what seems like hours until he has reached the most familiar place he has seen thus far.
The meadow unravels beneath him and he descends. The grass meets his legs, kissing his skin upon landing. His nostrils dilate and drink in the smell of rebirth and change. Fear grips him, but he tries to mask it behind a face of stone. He will find them or they will find him. Whichever the case may be, they need a home and security in this whole new world.
It’s when he stands up that the ground actively trembles and rolls. He can hear the loud crashing of rocks and the roar of broken rivers. Everything is alive – breaking apart and merging back together – and the horses are just ants in all of this. His heart hammers against his chest as his eyes drink in the changes happening in front of him. In an attempt to gain insight, Tiphon tries to melt his body into the world, but nothing wavers except the grassy hills that are suddenly flattening. Again he tries to disappear, but he remains whole, standing placidly in a world that is eating itself.
Then he looks over his shoulder and sees the wings, but they aren’t what he remembers. They are plain; he is dull in comparison to the bright illumination that had always surrounded his body.
For the first time in his life, fear truly begins to wrack his brain.
A bellow vibrates through his core as he tries to call for the Daleans, for anyone, but he is met with an eerie silence just as the earth suddenly settles. Everything is new, reborn, including himself.
His wings unfurl and immediately Tiphon takes to the skies. He ascends slowly and never gains a high altitude as his molten eyes hungrily search for others who have felt the impact and watched Beqanna toss and turn restlessly and angrily. His voice still rings out, searching, for what seems like hours until he has reached the most familiar place he has seen thus far.
The meadow unravels beneath him and he descends. The grass meets his legs, kissing his skin upon landing. His nostrils dilate and drink in the smell of rebirth and change. Fear grips him, but he tries to mask it behind a face of stone. He will find them or they will find him. Whichever the case may be, they need a home and security in this whole new world.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION