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Any. - Kagerus - 11-22-2017 Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls. Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost. Afloat. Adrift. Asunder. Rippling wind against the fibers of my coat, a pull towards somewhere (or a push?). The straggling breaths of a breeze flown past. It brings shivers to my skin, small bumps of aliveness and heart beats. It quickens my step, extends my legs into a more fluid motion. I don't know where I am; I don't know this place. I hear the river after the wind, and my step falters. The recovery is inelegant, so frazzled are my nerves. Wild black hair and untamed red coat, nutmeg eyes rolling inside chiseled head. There has never been a river on this route to the Jungle. And yet the route could not possibly have changed. A call erupts from my lips, my head raising and my nostrils flaring as the shrill whinny escapes into the strangeness around me. I am not usually one to panic; the trepidation of my step and breath does nothing to console me of this, and I only panic more. I should know what to do, I should know how to breathe, I should be composed and be calm. Like him. "Daddy," I cry under my breath, the word a sob full to the brim with terror and nonbelief. "Kavi, where are you?" The wind picks up again, and my muttered words are brushed to the side just as the land seems to have been. Only have recovered from my slip, with lips still parted from the tail end of my cry, I stand there; there, in the nothingness, surrounded by the wind and the river, so far from home that I may as well not even be within myself at all. Kagerus sweet nothing RE: Any. - Tauber - 11-25-2017 Tauber the brave man with a sword Ugh, this is...not the best. I promise it'll get better! @[Kagerus] RE: Any. - Kagerus - 11-26-2017 Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls. Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost. Truth be told, the little "girl" was well on her way to three years old, making her more of a mare than a filly. Yet at times, her youthful spirit became apparent; and this was one of those times. The dark overo girl had never spent long away from her father, Kavi. The old man was tender and kind, sweet and warm and husky like the sunset on the porch of your childhood, in the old rocking chair with the cat sitting on your lap. That's how Kavi was to Kagerus; and now? Now she was left in essential nothingness, except it was cold, and scary, and if she were to reach out, only bad things could she possibly meet. So she did not move. That is, she did not move until she heard his call - one that trembled with the same fear that she felt deep in her gut, one of utter displacement, discomfort, and blindness. Little did she know just how blind he truly was. Turning her wide nutmeg eyes to the young colt, Kagerus whinnied again. He heard her call and answered; and although he was not Kavi, the little Arabian finds his presence a gift. "It's me," she spluttered quietly, thoughts flurrying too rapidly for proper organization into logical and sequential language. "I, I'm right here," her legs were carrying her towards him then, too quickly and too nervously. She wasn't good at being alone, and normally she would not trust so easily - but in this remote nothing-land, his small and kindred presence was all she had. Her smooth shoulder bumped into his then, softly, but it did. She did not attempt to detach herself from the boy, however, and instead reached forward and nuzzled his buckskin nose, exhaling jitterishly towards him. "Can we go somewhere? It's so open." Kagerus sweet nothing |