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[Misra]

have i been lost? inside myself and my own mind
hypnotized; mesmerized by what my eyes have seen

     The solitude in which she had begun to lose herself in quickly crumbled into pieces, shattering like glass all around her as a soft, small voice piped up behind her after a brief clearing of the throat. She startled nonetheless, the soft downy feathers that line her wings bristling against the icy chill of the ocean breeze as she abruptly turned her dark brown eyes to the source of the interruption. She is instantly soothed by his appearance - he is young, his bronze pelt gleaming beneath the shielded sunlight, his eyes mismatched but nonetheless a charming shade of sunshine and blue skies, respectively. Her lips curve into a faint smile, her doe eyes softening as he came to her side. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating next to her own and it was comforting, in a sense. She did not often find such solace in others.

     A sharp sting rippled through her nerves and she lets out a breathy gasp, her skin neatly sewing together from his touch alone. Though the wound continues to pain her as it repairs capillaries, mends flesh and stitches up muscle, she is instantaneously enthralled with him, staring at him in unadulterated awe. What had been there moments previous was now nothing but a stain; no scar left behind - unlike the scrape she had received on her left foreleg in the days previous, which was now beginning to mend on its own with what would likely be a lasting mark.

     "How did you do that?" She breathed out finally, her eyes meeting with his briefly. She outstretched her coal black wings slightly as she inspected the drying trail of blood the injury had left behind, but there was nothing else to see. Her smile returns, shy but grateful as she leans towards him, nudging the bridge of her muzzle against his shoulder. "I don't know how you did that - but thank you."

     Before she is able to respond to his abrupt question (the muscles above her eyes furrowed; puzzled by his inquiry), another voice pipes up, distracting her. The word kidnapped began to roll around in her brain, the gears slowly turning as her thoughts enveloped the idea. She knew the meaning of it, but not the experience of it. Her mother had brought her willingly; given her easily to the care of those she barely knew - for reasons far more nefarious than she herself could yet comprehend. Kidnapped? No. She had been surrendered. A gift with no choice of her own. 

     She cannot hide the same shy smile that returns as she looks to the sooty tinted colt from behind thick lashes, her doe eyes peeking out. Falk. She recognized him, and often watched him from afar, envious of the relationship he shared with his mother, jealous of the pining ache it caused her heart - but she held no ill will. He was a familiar face, and for that she was grateful. She could feel his eyes linger on her for a moment too long, but his kind and sympathetic words bring her mind back around to her vanishing wound. "I did, I'm not the most graceful .." was all she could utter before a third, more feminine voice broke through the thickening fog of the cove. 

     It began to swirl and lap at their flesh, enveloping them in a sudden but altogether normal weather development. Out from the mist came a soft, eerie and haunting voice, along with dialogue that sent an uncomfortable rattling up the course of her spine. The coal painted feathers once again bristled as she cradled her wings closer to her slender form, her dark eyes set intensely on the newcomer's entrancing pale blue eyes.

     "Capture. Falk." She repeats softly, her voice quiet for a moment. "My name is Misra," She finally chimes, the trill of her voice lingering as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. She could barely contain the giddiness that was now bubbling deep within her - she had not had very much interaction since she had been left behind, not except with Kirin. It was exhilarating to be within the presence of others. "No - I was not kidnapped .. my mother left me here," She murmured, her voice saturated with the same forlorn longing. She managed to pull away from her distressing thoughts long enough to look up towards Warner, gently bobbing her slim neck as she nudged his shoulder a second time. "Who are you?"

Misra

immortal winged child of silver cove