06-23-2021, 01:07 PM
There is a deep mystery to the darkest depths of these woods. One that even Reave, with all the powers of sight at his hoof tips, could not quite unravel. As though it were shifting and changing. Something alive, and not quite right. It draws him time and again. Pulls him in to peer and wonder and discover.
But he is a restless creature, so he never stays long. Much to Rune’s delight who, for reasons the bird can’t quite iterate, does not like the darkest depths of the forest at all. Now though, he flies above the trees even as Reave travels within them. His path is slow and meandering, his sight inconstant as he finds the gazes of creatures small and large. It isn’t until he spots a figure that is almost familiar that his attention is caught. As he peers through the eyes of the forest fauna that surround her, he tries to place where he has seen her before.
It isn’t until he has nearly reached her that he recalls. It is not in fact his memories she had resided in. It had been his mother’s. They had been coiled in tangles of affection and longing and heartache. And it makes him curious.
As he steps from the trees where she lingers, his gaze fixes on her, the blue vibrant even behind the soft glow of the bone mask shrouding his features. The red and white of his skin is cast in odd shadows beneath the luminescence of the bone rupturing it. It paints an odd picture beneath the shadow of the trees, a visage that should be fearsome somehow softened by such subtle light.
With curiosity on his features and a faint smile teasing the corners of his lips, he eyes her, reading the pain and reckless grief written every line of her, dancing like motes of dust in sunlight. She had hidden herself from the world as though that would hide her from herself.
He doesn’t speak immediately, but when he does, the low, faintly amused tone of his voice holds a familiarity she would undoubtedly wish it didn’t. “Have you found what you’re looking for yet?”
But he is a restless creature, so he never stays long. Much to Rune’s delight who, for reasons the bird can’t quite iterate, does not like the darkest depths of the forest at all. Now though, he flies above the trees even as Reave travels within them. His path is slow and meandering, his sight inconstant as he finds the gazes of creatures small and large. It isn’t until he spots a figure that is almost familiar that his attention is caught. As he peers through the eyes of the forest fauna that surround her, he tries to place where he has seen her before.
It isn’t until he has nearly reached her that he recalls. It is not in fact his memories she had resided in. It had been his mother’s. They had been coiled in tangles of affection and longing and heartache. And it makes him curious.
As he steps from the trees where she lingers, his gaze fixes on her, the blue vibrant even behind the soft glow of the bone mask shrouding his features. The red and white of his skin is cast in odd shadows beneath the luminescence of the bone rupturing it. It paints an odd picture beneath the shadow of the trees, a visage that should be fearsome somehow softened by such subtle light.
With curiosity on his features and a faint smile teasing the corners of his lips, he eyes her, reading the pain and reckless grief written every line of her, dancing like motes of dust in sunlight. She had hidden herself from the world as though that would hide her from herself.
He doesn’t speak immediately, but when he does, the low, faintly amused tone of his voice holds a familiarity she would undoubtedly wish it didn’t. “Have you found what you’re looking for yet?”
@Brinly