01-06-2018, 10:32 AM
There is something about them that draws the two together - and though they both experienced the same thing on the mountain, there was something before that realization that caused them to find one another. Perhaps it is one broken soul calling for renewal, or one lost mind in search of stability; whatever the case, the shadowy-stallion and the ethereal mare have found each other this still night. She strides towards him gracefully, like a pale haunt within the darkness of the forest, the blackness of winter rejuvenating itself at her touch and becoming like spring again, blooms blossoming with her very fragile breath on each dead stem. And despite her beauty, her power, Balto can find the sadness in her eyes - only because he has the same sadness in his own, a gentle and solemn sadness that perhaps will follow them their whole life through. He desperately wants to be near her, wondering if her ability to bring the dead world back to life could work the same with him, if only he could get close enough to her - if only her breath could warm the coldness of his blue mottled skin, he would be alive once more and the horrors that plague his mind would fade away...just with a touch. But he does not ask her to come to him, nor force her, and neither does he attempt to bring himself to her. He is afraid to frighten her, to scare her away, and he cannot fathom not being able to find her again. It would break his heart all over again. So instead he waits patiently within the darkness, eyes steady on her approaching frame and the way her legs fade into branches and trunks - a forest goddess, she is. She had to be. As she comes to him - silent and still in each step - the pale glow that radiates from her skin begins to thrum against the shadows of his own, chasing away the darkness that clings to his hide. He breathes shakily, inhaling and exhaling as slowly as he could, but finding that his breath would keep catching in his throat, and with a rasp it would leave him in a quiver of his chest. The greatness of her crown is more alluring as she comes closer, the blossoms falling around the wintery world in stark comparison. He holds his breath, his eyes wide with awe. She embraces him, this nameless being of the forest, and the warmth of her touch is electrifying. He can feel the glow of her skin as it pulsates against his, pink blossoms falling into the blackness of his mane and forelock as she curls her neck around him in a tender hold. He dare not break away, but with a rattling whisper he asks: “Who are you?” once the king of beasts but now they feast on thoughts beneath his vacant crown. |
@[Nikoline]