04-20-2015, 05:26 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
Ever aloof, Daemron’s gaze scours the Meadow skeptically. Nihlus knows that the distance between themselves and the rest of their family weighs heavily on his shoulders, and a knot of his own begins to form. Whatever tension they hold between them, it is forgotten in the wake of their gentle touches and the bond they have managed to forge so deeply. At least, Nihlus forgets it.
At his chestnut counterpart’s goading words, the ebony-bay colt smiles almost orgasmically before closing his eyes and letting the rain fall. It surrounds them, pelting them, perhaps hurting them in its fierceness and his eagerness to finally reveal what has long been hidden. A chaotic laugh splits his solemn lips, adding to the cacophony. His face rumbles with laughter, splitting and coming together in all the wrong places as it always has, as though his skin moves away from the smile in some places and towards it in others. Similarly, Nihlus floats between wishing to pursue to mysteries of life and death. For today, he has forgotten of such things as well.
In a crack of unbidden lightning (for those are not his to control but only to hope for) Nihlus disappears. At least, he’s not where he was a split second earlier. He’s set his flesh afire for the briefest of moments; at least, this is how the shifting feels. The rain soothes the sensation, however, and in a few seconds, a sopping brown hare with glowing blue eyes and bark-lined paws is scuttling about Daemron’s hooves, cute little whiskers and nose twitching enthusiastically. As of yet the boy has not tried to speak, as the thought’s never occurred to him; so for a minute or two, he contents himself with zipping in tight circles around Daemron or shooting between his legs or using them as scratching posts. When he’s utterly out of breath and hopelessly happy, Nihlus returns to his original placement, wet fur all muddled and dirty. With a squeeze of his eyes and a thought, he’s afire, and then, he’s a horse.
Blinking rain out of his eyes, Nihlus allows his grin to stretch and stretch and stretch until it seems his face might break. "What do you think of that, brother?”
Nihlus
rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori
