Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
It was not often that he left the sprawling wildflowers of his home these days. He had no reason to now that the flowers had bloomed back to life, now that Aela and Wherewolf made the Pampas a little less empty, now that he was Fae. However even he needs a change of pace from time to time and so he finds himself walking the dark wooded paths of the Forest.
He had always thought that becoming immortal and gaining abilities would help fix some of the emptiness inside of him, would make up for the years of hard struggle and pain that had worn away at his fragile soul. The mouth of this hungry hole seems to have only widened its cavernous maw and he can’t wrap his head around why. He refuses to acknowledge the way he locks his heart away in the cold confines of his hardened chest, pressing only further into the steel plates of his callousness that shields him from the things that could truly hurt him now.
Something dark and twisted still writhes deep within him, something that slithers and hisses when he feels the flare of his anger rise, when the heat of hatred warms his stone heart and breathes it back to life. He ignores it, pushes the tingling sense of worry back into the darkest recesses of his mind where such things like images of Cheri lay wrapped and hidden. He would rather think of the copious amounts of nectar waiting for him at home as well as Aela’s coy smile and the taste of her sunlit skin. Before these torturous thoughts can divert him back the way he came, a little ball of glowing light suddenly manifests in front of him and the gold and black stallion gives a small smile in greeting. ”My Prince.” The Will o’ the Wisp greets in a soft whisper that only he can hear. “My Light.” He murmurs back softly with more warmth then he’s ever shown anyone of flesh and blood. “My Prince, I think you may be needed.” It whispers in it’s soft watery way before it begins to dart through the trees.
A shrill cry breaks through the dense foliage and it’s enough to instantly make him on edge. His long pointed ears swivel forward as bright red iris’s narrow in suspicion but he follows his companions trail, keeping his gaze trained on the small ball of light that shines through the dimness. Sometimes Light could put his own pranks to shame and so he follows cautiously, waiting to see what trick his little friend might be pulling. A cry of help rises from a thicket and he slows his pace even more. Uncertain. “What trick is this Light?” He asks grumpily, almost refusing to take the extra step to where the glowing ghostly orb hovers. But he does.
He does not expect the Will o’ the Wisp to lead him to a sweat soaked mare gasping for breath, two foals curled beside her. The children were wide eyed and frightened, their fear so palpable he can taste it. It’s clear that the mare is not much longer for this world as he moves closer with the grace that befits a Fae immortal. Shadows of death caress her features and he cannot help but cock his head slightly as he towers over her, stares down at the traces of mortality that he had once feared. A raised brow is thrown towards Light, why had he been brought here? To remember what it had been like to be mortal and afraid? To steal these children and make them Changelings to the Pampas?
An image is passed from Light to him, a memory of how his own flesh had healed when he had touched it. A snort falls from flared nostrils, why would he help this mortal? She was beneath him and meant nothing to him. Even if he could heal like that, why would he? It’s the glance towards the foals that softens some of his hard edges, just for a moment. Remembering what it was like to grow up young and alone, how hard it was to survive after being abandoned. “Fine!” He growls with a scowl, looking accusingly at the Wisp before lowering his muzzle to the dying horse. The scent of death is stronger now and he wrinkles his nose in disgust as he finally presses his touch to her forehead. Closing his eyes, a sudden pulse of power that he finds waiting for him in the darkness. He embraces the feeling, lets it wrap around him as foggy gold tendrils extend from him and feed into her.
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@[Shadowmere]