05-15-2017, 10:00 PM
It was easy to let their voices fall beyond him. When they spoke, they seemed so far, echo’s that lapped against his consciousness rather than words and sentences that formed any real meaning. He felt drowsy, so tired. The days had been long and the nights longer. But here, cuddled up to his twin, well, it felt effortless to let all of that go, to just let it be…
He wanted to call her back, but his jaw felt weak and his tongue suddenly dry and he could not form those words. Could not, until he felt her grab at him again, tugging far harder than she would normally ever, and a piercing bolt of agony raced along his back from the base of his spine. “Iset…” he breathed softly “Stop.” A gentle command. As he searched her face and locked his tired eyes to hers. They were as wet as his had been, but he was here now, he’d told her so.
‘Get up’ they all said. ‘Get up…’ He could not understand their urgency anymore then he could understand just yet that Amet, his beloved brother now stood near too.
He sighed in to her. She was warm like the shifting sands had been beneath the sunlight. Her pulse the muffled thud of their hooves as they cavorted together through the dunes with that hot grainy wind at their backs. They had always found a way to steal those tiny moments of joy. Sakir had reasoned it had always been enough. But who was he to decide that when it had never been he who faced his ruthless anger? He didn’t bare Iset’s assortment of scars. Oh Iset…
And suddenly he saw his teeth bare down on her. Grabbing at her, jolting her small body senseless. And this time he felt her pain. Piercing. It pulled him back through conscious dimensions and he realised it was his pain and not hers. Her teeth entwined in his mane. Her muzzle firm and uncomfortable against his neck. His eyes fluttered wearily open as Iset hauled herself up and away from him, the brisk cool of the night rushing against his side, stealing away any residue of warmth that had remained and he could not help but shiver involuntarily.
He wanted to call her back, but his jaw felt weak and his tongue suddenly dry and he could not form those words. Could not, until he felt her grab at him again, tugging far harder than she would normally ever, and a piercing bolt of agony raced along his back from the base of his spine. “Iset…” he breathed softly “Stop.” A gentle command. As he searched her face and locked his tired eyes to hers. They were as wet as his had been, but he was here now, he’d told her so.