rise and rise again, until lambs become lions
It's warm when she falls to the earth, though Issa has known nothing but warmth since her beginning. They very moment her consciousness had been created she felt it and it had yet to leave, perhaps it never would. In truth she would never know the absence of the fire that warmed her very soul, it would live on within her. Later she would know that the sun would not leach her heat, nor burn her, it would only give. Some things take time to learn though, time to understand, such was life.
A slick thump accompanies her emergence, in a curled, wet, ball she lays, blinking blearily at her surroundings. Two amber colored eyes try their best to discern her environment. It was dark now, a sing-song chirping filling her ears from the shadows. Later, she would learn these were crickets but for now she just enjoyed the funny chorus. She was nothing spectacular so far, just a coal colored girl, with not a mark to break up the black. She was well built if some might ask, a fine head that some might call beautiful if they were into that sort of plain beauty. Mostly she was just a girl, she was just Issa.
Not far off something stirs in the brush, shaking the grasses and darting from one end of the clearing to the other. Issa starts, jerking her tiny head before she no longer lay in the form of a horse. Instead she pips and squawks, a grey fuzzy chick, with wide eyes and a sharp beak. Around her is a bed of ash, smoldering as if there had been fire where there was certainly nothing before. Yet the girl was hot still, unbearably so to some, so it could be said the smolder came from her- but she wouldn't know it.
In another breath she is again the black filly, looking confused as she lays splay-legged in the pile of ashes. Her breath releases in quick bursts as her chest heaves from the fright, she didn't know it was just a critter or that it wouldn't likely harm her. Issa just knows it was sudden and it was unfamiliar, just as her new life was, she was thinking now it would have been better to stay inside.
A slick thump accompanies her emergence, in a curled, wet, ball she lays, blinking blearily at her surroundings. Two amber colored eyes try their best to discern her environment. It was dark now, a sing-song chirping filling her ears from the shadows. Later, she would learn these were crickets but for now she just enjoyed the funny chorus. She was nothing spectacular so far, just a coal colored girl, with not a mark to break up the black. She was well built if some might ask, a fine head that some might call beautiful if they were into that sort of plain beauty. Mostly she was just a girl, she was just Issa.
Not far off something stirs in the brush, shaking the grasses and darting from one end of the clearing to the other. Issa starts, jerking her tiny head before she no longer lay in the form of a horse. Instead she pips and squawks, a grey fuzzy chick, with wide eyes and a sharp beak. Around her is a bed of ash, smoldering as if there had been fire where there was certainly nothing before. Yet the girl was hot still, unbearably so to some, so it could be said the smolder came from her- but she wouldn't know it.
In another breath she is again the black filly, looking confused as she lays splay-legged in the pile of ashes. Her breath releases in quick bursts as her chest heaves from the fright, she didn't know it was just a critter or that it wouldn't likely harm her. Issa just knows it was sudden and it was unfamiliar, just as her new life was, she was thinking now it would have been better to stay inside.
Issa
Phoenix shifting daughter of Flamevein and Bitch
