09-06-2017, 02:20 PM
tantalize
Through those times you are gone
You won’t do this alone
The jaguar mare stands on the edge of one of the sandy cliffs, watching the tumultuous ocean as it crashes against the rocky crags below. The rain doesn’t seem to bother her even as it makes the dark feathers at her side heavy, stains her mahogany coat and plasters raven locks to her forehead. She is quiet and reflective, golden eyes narrowed on the growing waves before her. Feeling much like the dark waters these days, unsure and restless.
A cry below reaches the smooth curves of her ears, they swivel forward as her attention is caught and she looks downward. An interesting filly is climbing the rocks as a voice calls out to her in the fog. Amber iris’s palpate and narrow as she watches the skinny foal clamber on dangerous rocks, using her oddly shaped wings as extra balance. Nostrils flare slightly as she hesitates from her perch above, unsure if she should intervene. It seems she’s been doing a lot of that lately and she’s not sure being a savior suits her.
The child’s companion finally appears, even odder than the foal. Emerald eyes that are far larger than a horse’s should be, lacking pupils. Tufts of strange hair sprouting from the tops of her ears, the strange moth like wings attached to her back. Who is she to judge, with the dappling spots of an Amazon cat splattered to her neck and legs. Besides there had been stranger things in these lands…
The two banter back and forth and a thin line forms on her dark lips. Ah, siblings she assumes. There’s a sudden surprising ache in her chest. She had half siblings spread throughout BQ but none that she had ever been truly close with. Then there were her own three daughters, two she had tried with. The third a haunting reminder of her pain. She had failed all of them. A little lightbulb resonates within her brain, perhaps she had been stepping in so often because she wanted to badly to make up for everything she had done, everyone she had failed.
The thin line tugs down into a small frown, a rare pain reflected in the pools of gold as she watches the two take flight over the stormy sea. It’s not the safest time or place to be practicing flight so she watches just in case. Her own damp wings unfurl at her side as she steps off the cliff and takes flight. Gliding down the stone walls until she lifts up just enough to crash to the sand, landing lightly upon it instead. They may not have noticed her arrival and that’s fine too, content to simply watch their joy for now.