09-11-2017, 12:12 PM
Her dreams had been vivid and eccentric. A dark handsome stallion, half skeletal with bright eyes weaving between the nightmare of the Underneath and the history of the stars. She’s not sure who Atrox is, that is his name, it rings quietly in the night every time he appears. His heart had once been buried in the ground of a long lost kingdom, the stars show her. No longer here and yet a link.. To something. She’s not sure.
With the coolness of his scales pressed against her heated flesh, she’s able to sleep mostly peacefully. Every now and then her body shudders with nightmares, with questions she seeks, but she finds comfort is not far away. Reassured by the golden stallion, the soothing sound of his rhythmic breathing. She’s unaware if she talks in her sleep, of the words she had whispered aloud in her confusion.
The sound of birds faintly reach her, a twitch of a smokey ear as he whispers her name. It takes her a few minutes to rouse, her eyes reluctant to open. The pain was still subdued but the fever was on the verge of breaking. Waves of hot and cold coming and going. Shivering, teeth threatening to chatter, she blearily lifts her lashes to meet his warm gaze. She too takes a moment to glance around, looking for the electric woman that had appeared in the twilight. It hadn’t been a dream, she had been real. The scent of the Underneath lingering around the driftwood piled with muds and herbs.
Amet coaxes her attention back to him. A promise to look out for her, to nurse her back to health. She says nothing, torn. Not wanting to burden him, not wanting to be left alone. ”You’re the most loyal friend I’ve ever had.” Quiet words, raw and meaningful. Not that she ever really had a friend before but it doesn’t make the statement less true. Nodding slightly in response to moving towards the lake. Slowly, painfully, she places her forelegs beneath her. Hooves bracing in the mud. It takes her a few minutes, using him as support, before she finally stands. Her body trembles violently, the cold reaching into her bones.
”I’m ready.” Stuttered through chattering teeth but there’s a hard resilience in the swirling silver, moving more quickly then it had last night. Determination on her furrowed brow.
With the coolness of his scales pressed against her heated flesh, she’s able to sleep mostly peacefully. Every now and then her body shudders with nightmares, with questions she seeks, but she finds comfort is not far away. Reassured by the golden stallion, the soothing sound of his rhythmic breathing. She’s unaware if she talks in her sleep, of the words she had whispered aloud in her confusion.
The sound of birds faintly reach her, a twitch of a smokey ear as he whispers her name. It takes her a few minutes to rouse, her eyes reluctant to open. The pain was still subdued but the fever was on the verge of breaking. Waves of hot and cold coming and going. Shivering, teeth threatening to chatter, she blearily lifts her lashes to meet his warm gaze. She too takes a moment to glance around, looking for the electric woman that had appeared in the twilight. It hadn’t been a dream, she had been real. The scent of the Underneath lingering around the driftwood piled with muds and herbs.
Amet coaxes her attention back to him. A promise to look out for her, to nurse her back to health. She says nothing, torn. Not wanting to burden him, not wanting to be left alone. ”You’re the most loyal friend I’ve ever had.” Quiet words, raw and meaningful. Not that she ever really had a friend before but it doesn’t make the statement less true. Nodding slightly in response to moving towards the lake. Slowly, painfully, she places her forelegs beneath her. Hooves bracing in the mud. It takes her a few minutes, using him as support, before she finally stands. Her body trembles violently, the cold reaching into her bones.
”I’m ready.” Stuttered through chattering teeth but there’s a hard resilience in the swirling silver, moving more quickly then it had last night. Determination on her furrowed brow.
Ciri
@[Amet]