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baby, please don't go; scorch - Kha - 02-16-2018 I've been running through the jungle,
It’s quiet, save for the rustle of leaves carried off by the wind and the whine-and-creak of branches overhead; the air was cold, made colder still by his presence. Kha watched the air billowing out from their noses and longed to touch his nose to theirs in the Old Way of greeting. “Hello?” He said, though his voice carried on and on—off with the wind and the leaves—and they did not turn to look at him, though the little red girl traveling with the band glanced over her shoulder and smiled in his direction.I've been running with the wolves; Kha knew she couldn’t see him, he could feel her warm brown eyes staring holes straight through him and his chest ached something fierce. She sighed, wistfully, and turned to catch up with her mother and the others and he was left all alone again. Sighing in turn, the wispy outline of a colt turned away from them and headed back into The Forest. He passed through the bases of trees, unseen, and ducked and hid himself away when a less-than-friendly ghoul slipped right on by; careful, he poked his head out from behind a tree and then skittered forwards. The farther away from that thing he was, the better. -- A few days later and he had, perhaps, gone a bit too far in his endeavors. He had certainly put distance between himself and the ghoul and could not quite remember how to return to the Meadow from… wherever he was. Cliffs above him, like walls trying to keep out the sea, and he imagined what the sand and the pebbles would sound like under his hooves if he could have touched them. The waves rushed the shore, spraying seafoam; there was a storm brewing further out, one that would eventually make landfall, and he paused just long enough to admire its darkness and ferocity. Lightning crackled, striking out against the sea and thunder growled a warning to Beqanna and her children to let them know it was coming. Whether they liked it or not. Kha was alone, whether he liked it or not. The thought struck him suddenly, as it often did, and he frowned before pressing on. Perhaps it was time to start looking for her again. -- “Mother?” He called, as night drew ever nearer and the stars shined through the blackness—the storm was coming, it would swallow them whole soon. But for now they kept him company and lit his way while he searched. “Mother, where are you?” His voice echoed on, carrying over the sand—until at last, someone heard him. kha son of ramiel and ea RE: baby, please don't go; scorch - Scorch - 02-18-2018 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle RE: baby, please don't go; scorch - Kha - 02-20-2018 I've been running through the jungle, The storm makes landfall sooner than he expected.I've been running with the wolves; It slams against the cliffs, sloshes down the rock and rolls across the sand towards the waves that rush the shore. He walks alone against the tempest, untouched, unbothered by the chaos of the storm that pushes the horses of Nerine deep into their caves. His edges waver, they waft up like smoke, but he does not bat an eye when a huge wave comes crashing down on top of him; Kha looks around curiously, perplexed, unsure of just how he managed to get underwater in the first place and he ponders this for a split second before the wave washes back into the ocean. “I can hear you, out there?” “Can you?” Kha asks, tilting his little head to one side. The words come out of his mouth without him realizing it and he starts walking towards the light, intrigued; it calls to him, draws him in like a beacon of hope, a moth brought forth by a flame—he reaches out to touch his nose to hers, unaware of the way his body solidifies before her very eyes. His amber eyes widen when he makes contact, when he finally notices that he can feel the wind and the rain, when for the first time—in a long, long time—the ground actually feels like its beneath his feet and he can feel the urge pull-and-tug of the waves as they roll in and out. “I… can you… see me?” He blinks, looking up at the hairless mare with wide-eyed wonder. Experimentally, Kha brushes her nose again then jerks back in surprise. The wind is howling in his ears, running its fingers through his stringy mane—he’s real, he’s alive, he can feel her and she can see him. “Do you know where my mother is?” He takes a step closer, using her body to shield his from the stinging rain. “I… I really want to see her.” kha son of ramiel and ea RE: baby, please don't go; scorch - Scorch - 02-23-2018 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle @[Philomena] jump in either now or after Venge's next post. |