i'm waiting for this sky to fall, i’m waiting for a sign.
i know you're out there; somewhere out there.
i know you're out there; somewhere out there.
She can’t stand it.
She hates the way the wind whistles through the new hairs in her coat, hates the way they insulate her, keeping her unbearably warm. She hates the feeling of her hard, block-like equine teeth in her mouth, and the feeling of her new, strange, slimy tongue. And, most of all, particularly hates the taste and texture of all the plant life that she’s now forced to eat.
It’s funny, to miss it all so much when once her appearance had been a source of such insecurity. She’d once dreamed of being normal … but now that she has it, she loathes it with every fibre of her being.
She’d given it an honest try at first. In her darkest hours she’d settled down, tried to form a relationship with a stallion she’d met in the meadow …
It hadn’t lasted, to say the least.
So now she wanders, searching aimlessly for … she knows not what. But she feels lost, hopeless, incomplete. She doesn’t know what to do with herself any more.
She’s deep in the forest on this particular day, mind far away in better days. A scent catches her attention however and she looks up, her small head poised delicately in mid air.
And then suddenly he’s there.
She freezes, breath held as lips trace her flank, then continue in their journey all the way up to her jaw. Her dark head swings about eagerly, black eyes coming to rest on … a face that she’s never seen before.
She pauses, breath still held, eyes wide and considering. She’d know the scent anywhere, but that face …
Gone are the soft antennae branching out from the top of his skull. Gone is the long thin curling tongue, and gone are the beautiful, glistening faceted eyes (her favourite of his unusual features). But it’s him all the same. She releases her breath, exhaling his name (pronouncing it properly for the first time in her life). “Elysium.”
She struck by the sudden thought that her face must now be as strange to him as his is to her. What does he think of this new stranger standing before him? Does he miss her smooth, hairless skin? Her circular, toothy mouth? Or, god forbid … does he prefer the new Karris? The ordinary Karris.
She shakes her head imperceptibly at the thought. No. Elysium had always appreciated her for what she was. Had loved the strange parts of her, just as she had loved the strange parts of him. No. Elysium would miss her former strangeness. And he would understand the pain that she feels.
Tears well up in the corners of her black eyes and she steps forward, wrapping her neck about his shoulder (it’s the highest part of him she can reach). “I can’t stand it Elysium. I never thought I’d miss it. But I do. I miss it desperately.”
Karris
all we are is all so far.