"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
02-24-2019, 12:03 AM (This post was last modified: 02-24-2019, 12:07 AM by Davina.)
Her mother had promised her months ago that she would be safe, and soon healed. But time has whisked by, the contagion still consumes her young body every day snatching something from her, her strength, her appetite. Sleep had become a stranger to her, her nights were riddled with restless hacking, for her throat had become painfully raw from her persistent coughing fits. Life was a living hell, every day a constant battle, and all she wanted was for it to all stop.
She hardly holds the strength to walk anymore, so she spends most of her days, laying dormant on the obsidian shores of the cove. Her vibrant gaze resting on the shoreline, watching the waves elegantly crashing against the ebony beach. She longs to prance on the shore line, to feel the salty spray of the sea on her skin, but she knows she barely hold her own weight now, as the plague continues to diminish her youthful body. She now resembles the very image of her own vision, a skeleton, her skin wraps around every bone, revealing every angular structure of her skeletal make up to every eye. Her wings are withered, small and underdeveloped due to the lack of nourishment.
A violent cough erupts from the depths of her chest, her body trembles in a minor retaliation to the exertion, she can barely breathe, she gasps for as much air as her sickly lungs can carry as she expels every breath. She recoils as the coughing ceases, her crown lowers to the ground, as she rolls onto her side, her lungs heaving, her heart thundering in her chest. Exhaustion seeping into every strained muscle in her body, sleep hailing for her only to be interrupted by the repetitive occurrence of another fit that strips her lungs of air once again. Her breath grows ragged, as she gasps for air.
She knows she can't live like this, plagued with exhaustion every living minute of every day. And she knows life isn't normally like this, she's seen the other foals play, have friends, but she on the other hand she can't have herself be near them, she's a flight risk. She'd hate to spread this ailment anymore than she has, and she can't see another soul go through this agony.
"why me?" She expels through shallow breaths, her gaze lingering on the coves navy blue horizon, as the ocean stirred and her opalescent sides heaved.
02-24-2019, 04:44 PM (This post was last modified: 02-24-2019, 04:44 PM by Sviko.)
He has managed to escape the plague. The same one that addles his siblings and most of the population in well, anywhere nowadays. The grown colt is the epitome of health - glossy and fit, if a bit on the small side. He looks it too, standing on the silvery shoreline all by himself.
His gills (usually hidden beneath the flax-pale strands of hair that fall haphazard down his muscular neck) flutter at the nearness of the sea. Sviko ignores the temptation to go for a swim, being a rare freakish sort that can breathe underwater though he has no other oceanic or fishy traits. Instead, he closes his eyes and with intent focus, emits a beam of pale blue light that shoots off across the sea like a beacon that fades out fast.
That was his singular unique talent. Besides being immortal, but he’s never put that to the test. He just implicitly trusts that death will have to try harder for him than most.
Sviko would have been content to continue wasting beams of light upon the sea, but a sudden fit of loud coughing and hacking reminds him that he’s never really alone on the beach. Concern floods his face as he meanders along until he finds the girl sprawled out in a puddle of sick heaving flesh and faint breath. He is quick to give her the tenderest of nuzzles, as he murmurs, “It’ll be okay, we’ll get a healer here soon for you.”
A moment ago he’d knelt beside her to say this, to touch her skeletal form with his nose. He did not shudder, merely Rose with a boyish grace he’d yet to shake for all that he was a stallion grown and sprang off to find one of the healers he knew was there. Or one of his mothers; they’d know what to do! “Mom! Mother!” he shouts, wild-eyed and snorting as he runs around looking for someone who can help.
Sviko wasn’t quite in a panic yet…
“We need a healer on the shore, quick!”
and with that, he runs back to the frail girl and gently lays himself down beside her to offer warmth and support. It was the least he could do.
Despite her sides heaving, and the manipulative call of sleep, Davina still finds her gaze fixed on the water, the waves crashing fluidly, dancing on the shoreline. A subtle beam of light enters her eye-line, her violet eyes dance with curiosity, as yet another shoots into the depths of the sea, illuminating small silhouettes of fish before vanishing. She didn't question the occurrence, perhaps it correlated with the sky, or the bioluminescence of plankton swept up within an undertow. But it isn't until she hears, the clattering of footsteps nearing her sickly body, that she realizes that she wasn't alone.
Her heart flutters when she sees him, her gaze examining him, his bones are strong and limber, as they collectively make up his skeletal appearance, he's young yet not as young as herself. A look of worry is written all over his face, as he nears her, the very same look reminds her of her mother. His touch is sweet, and activates every nerve in her body, filling her with a sense of warmth, as he nuzzles her shoulder. She smiles weakly, despite her condition, lifting her head for a moment or two before collapsing her pearl crown. "Okayyy.." She emits, the very word is sweet yet weak, her tone is soft and raspy, almost like a frog is stuck in her throat, and it trails off.
She watches him rise, and with almost a frantic motion he hails for his mothers, he's right to do so, any child would do the same, but he's grown, yet still dependent on their knowledge, Davina can appreciate that. He vanishes for a moment or two, for what she assumes he's looking for help, it isn't long until he returns, she finds that he has laid himself beside her, his touch is warm, and sweet against her frail body. She's grateful for his company, it had been quite some time since she'd been within the company of others, she didn't want to risk the lives of the healthy for her own selfish desire of companionship. But with him it feels different, he's choosing to be beside her, to be her shoulder to lean on, she'd never felt something like this.
She gathers her strength, her heaving had ceased for the moment, but her breath is still ragged. She raises her opalescent cranium, meeting him eye to eye, "I'm Davina." She expels, her vocals spill out of her lips like whiskey, sweet and smooth. "Thank you for being here with me.." a gentle smile washes over her lips, "What's your name?" She questions with an inquisitive notion.
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