02-25-2019, 05:46 AM
As the world unfurled before him, Nazariy was dogged by the knowledge that the world was so much... more. Every location was new information; new scents, new lights, the feeling of the world slightly shifted. He feared, but he also learned to love the world around him.
But it was best when he was with Alvorr. Without Alvorr, the world was frightening, and the amount of knowledge that came at every moment threatened to drown him. The world was empty, too- of a plague he didn't know, but he didn't know any different.
Alvorr was everything that Nazariy wanted the world to be. He was smart and funny, and he made Nazariy feel as though maybe, just maybe, he wasn't stupid.
There was also the issue of Nazariy's nothing. Nothing: the word that haunted every moment and every dream. Nothing: the word that meant absence. The absence of home, of self, of family. Alvorr was all he had.
But Nazariy knew that he couldn't live like that forever. He respected Alvorr too much- he hoped Alvorr wouldn't run, or think him stupid. The idea that Nazariy could just be nothing.
The scent of Alvorr met Nazariy's nostrils, faint and reminding him vaguely of honey, something he'd managed to taste a few days ago. His ear twitched at the sound of his own name. Hey, Naz? came the name, so soft and warm in his friend's mouth. He slowly made his way forward, knowing that the truth was coming with it.
He was near Alvorr when the stallion came into view and Nazariy paused, fear entering his chest like a rosethorn. The other horse was looking for him. Looking for him. The words were warm in his chest, but tinged with suspense.
When it seemed Alvorr was looking with less hope, Nazariy finally stepped behind Alvorr. "Hey there," he said, hoping he sounded friendly "Sorry, I didn't want a bear to get me."
But it was best when he was with Alvorr. Without Alvorr, the world was frightening, and the amount of knowledge that came at every moment threatened to drown him. The world was empty, too- of a plague he didn't know, but he didn't know any different.
Alvorr was everything that Nazariy wanted the world to be. He was smart and funny, and he made Nazariy feel as though maybe, just maybe, he wasn't stupid.
There was also the issue of Nazariy's nothing. Nothing: the word that haunted every moment and every dream. Nothing: the word that meant absence. The absence of home, of self, of family. Alvorr was all he had.
But Nazariy knew that he couldn't live like that forever. He respected Alvorr too much- he hoped Alvorr wouldn't run, or think him stupid. The idea that Nazariy could just be nothing.
The scent of Alvorr met Nazariy's nostrils, faint and reminding him vaguely of honey, something he'd managed to taste a few days ago. His ear twitched at the sound of his own name. Hey, Naz? came the name, so soft and warm in his friend's mouth. He slowly made his way forward, knowing that the truth was coming with it.
He was near Alvorr when the stallion came into view and Nazariy paused, fear entering his chest like a rosethorn. The other horse was looking for him. Looking for him. The words were warm in his chest, but tinged with suspense.
When it seemed Alvorr was looking with less hope, Nazariy finally stepped behind Alvorr. "Hey there," he said, hoping he sounded friendly "Sorry, I didn't want a bear to get me."