October
11-17-2019, 12:57 PM
Fear slid coolly around her shoulders as the mist of the water coated her tawny skin, draping across her brown and tangling in her dark mane. The willow grew as she willed it as her blossomed in return. For the first in so long, there was a small warmth of hope in her breast. There was a chance and it drove her own as she was able to make out the dark eyes of Sariel.
Small, hard hooves push on as she feels the thickness of the willow’s roots beneath her. There are sure and they are real. She trusts the willow and her face seems to morph into an image of radiant beauty as a smile breaks the grey mask of her brokenness. <b>”Sariel?”</b>, her voice lifts, it rings as clear as a bell, full with emotion.
But something is happened…her throat thickens with the mist and her lungs heave despite her undead existence. Her body soon begins to sink with each passing foot fall…she was so close! Sariel titters nervously for a moment before rushing headlong into the river after the mustang mare but it is too late. The lasting image she has before the water slips over her head is the tall stallion, panicked and calling out, as he plunges into the water.
The water was deafening and peaceful as she is spun beneath the water’s surface and dragged against rocks. It was painful but not devastating…like a callus on well-worn hands. She should feel panic but perhaps the waking knowledge of her knowing death was a buffering shield where fear had once crept in. Over and over, for what feels like a century passes, and she is flung upward and sputtering as the roar of the waterfall drifts behind her.
October, small but strong, is fighting for this gift was in her death. Surely it is not life but it is a gift nonetheless. Honey brown eyes are wide and searching as she searched for the familiar bay over stallion. <b>Sariel? SARIEL?!”</B> He emerges looking bruised and nearly drowned as she but it does not stop the momentum as she crashes against him and wrapping herself around him.
<b>”My love…my love…”</b> the coo is muffled against his skin as she tastes blood and the salt of her tears but her heart is BEATING and it is strong.
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Nikkai’s voice trails gently and it wakes her from the embrace she held so tightly. It was unfair! So, so devastatingly unfair! Must she sacrifice the love she fought so hard for? Must she give up the one thing that made her so happy? Dark eyes glisten as the flurry of emotions rage through her mind. Never in her life had the meek and timid mare every felt a fury of unjust. The dark eyes simmer and burn as she looks to Nikkai for a reason…a justification…but in her heart, she knows it is what it must be.
With softening features, October returns her attention to Sariel as he whispers gently to her before she nods in agreement then pressed a loving kiss before leaving his side. She walks with squared shoulders, her chin lifted as she approaches the taller mare. <b>”Sariel has lived his life, made his glory, he will never be forgotten. He has urged me to do the same…to not squander this gift that has been given to me to allow me to return.”</b> She draws a breath, huffing gently, trembling slight but proud of herself as she swells with warmth of Sariel’s love.
One dark eye is cast for a last time to gaze upon the stallion’s beautiful face as he smiles broadly at the buckskin mare, beaming with pride at her strength.
Small, hard hooves push on as she feels the thickness of the willow’s roots beneath her. There are sure and they are real. She trusts the willow and her face seems to morph into an image of radiant beauty as a smile breaks the grey mask of her brokenness. <b>”Sariel?”</b>, her voice lifts, it rings as clear as a bell, full with emotion.
But something is happened…her throat thickens with the mist and her lungs heave despite her undead existence. Her body soon begins to sink with each passing foot fall…she was so close! Sariel titters nervously for a moment before rushing headlong into the river after the mustang mare but it is too late. The lasting image she has before the water slips over her head is the tall stallion, panicked and calling out, as he plunges into the water.
The water was deafening and peaceful as she is spun beneath the water’s surface and dragged against rocks. It was painful but not devastating…like a callus on well-worn hands. She should feel panic but perhaps the waking knowledge of her knowing death was a buffering shield where fear had once crept in. Over and over, for what feels like a century passes, and she is flung upward and sputtering as the roar of the waterfall drifts behind her.
October, small but strong, is fighting for this gift was in her death. Surely it is not life but it is a gift nonetheless. Honey brown eyes are wide and searching as she searched for the familiar bay over stallion. <b>Sariel? SARIEL?!”</B> He emerges looking bruised and nearly drowned as she but it does not stop the momentum as she crashes against him and wrapping herself around him.
<b>”My love…my love…”</b> the coo is muffled against his skin as she tastes blood and the salt of her tears but her heart is BEATING and it is strong.
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Nikkai’s voice trails gently and it wakes her from the embrace she held so tightly. It was unfair! So, so devastatingly unfair! Must she sacrifice the love she fought so hard for? Must she give up the one thing that made her so happy? Dark eyes glisten as the flurry of emotions rage through her mind. Never in her life had the meek and timid mare every felt a fury of unjust. The dark eyes simmer and burn as she looks to Nikkai for a reason…a justification…but in her heart, she knows it is what it must be.
With softening features, October returns her attention to Sariel as he whispers gently to her before she nods in agreement then pressed a loving kiss before leaving his side. She walks with squared shoulders, her chin lifted as she approaches the taller mare. <b>”Sariel has lived his life, made his glory, he will never be forgotten. He has urged me to do the same…to not squander this gift that has been given to me to allow me to return.”</b> She draws a breath, huffing gently, trembling slight but proud of herself as she swells with warmth of Sariel’s love.
One dark eye is cast for a last time to gaze upon the stallion’s beautiful face as he smiles broadly at the buckskin mare, beaming with pride at her strength.