05-14-2016, 03:23 PM
Padma
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
At the border’s edge the Valley is already greeting her, cool mist and shadows tickling their fingers along her bleached pelt. Home is home and it is beautiful and dark and welcome, it was everything she loves and most things she coveted as well. She’s not even sure why she ever left, oh, that’s right- curiosity, a young man. A veil over her mind, unclear thinking and a mother’s concern. Or was that right? No, perhaps Padma was not the most concerned of all Mother’s. Sure she did just fine raising her brood, protecting them when need be but once grown well, honey, it was time to cut the cord. Truly the alabaster woman thought that time spent in the grossly sunny Kingdom would somehow benefit her, when it did not pan out as she had hoped, she left. No hard feelings son.
Either way it had not been her most fruitful endeavor, then again, maybe it had been. Even now she feels the twist in her gut, the rising and falling of her stomach that the unborn child makes her feel when it moves inside her bulging belly. Lover’s came easy, they went easy too but this one was somehow more innocent than others. Guarded? Sheltered? Elysium was an unassuming creature to her and she was not so put off with his presence as she sometimes was with others. Of course she liked all the special things, the traited curiosities but traits did not make up for what one might lack in the personality department. Maybe he was quietly fierce, whatever it was she liked about him, it was certain that she liked it, pressing to his side even now as he too stops at the Valley’s invisible line.
Before she herself presses forward, the moth look-alike was entering the familiar shadow lands, and as she had guessed their lands protectors were quick to announce their presence. The Valley guardians were like a secret, smoke and mirrors, mist and shadow. A single shadow-wolf flanked Elysium, snarling and spitting as wild dogs seemed to do, black teeth bared and onyx eyes empty. Padma was less calm, snaking her head at the smoke and mirror creature and where her companion offered tones soothing and low she gave a shrill voice of her own. Time and time again had these magic things seen her, seen him and the audacity was just enough to raise her horsey hackles. Padma was not one to be shunned as it were, she was far too inclined with herself to be just another horse wandering in, if she should be known in any place it should be the Valley.
By luck or fear or coincidence the dog subsides, slinking back into wisps of black veil. She doesn’t add her own coo to the call when one presses forward from Elysium’s insect like mouth, she simply waits, eyes and ears alert into the darkness. This new Queen should be a sight to see, how else could something that hailed from the Gates last in a world such as this one?
Either way it had not been her most fruitful endeavor, then again, maybe it had been. Even now she feels the twist in her gut, the rising and falling of her stomach that the unborn child makes her feel when it moves inside her bulging belly. Lover’s came easy, they went easy too but this one was somehow more innocent than others. Guarded? Sheltered? Elysium was an unassuming creature to her and she was not so put off with his presence as she sometimes was with others. Of course she liked all the special things, the traited curiosities but traits did not make up for what one might lack in the personality department. Maybe he was quietly fierce, whatever it was she liked about him, it was certain that she liked it, pressing to his side even now as he too stops at the Valley’s invisible line.
Before she herself presses forward, the moth look-alike was entering the familiar shadow lands, and as she had guessed their lands protectors were quick to announce their presence. The Valley guardians were like a secret, smoke and mirrors, mist and shadow. A single shadow-wolf flanked Elysium, snarling and spitting as wild dogs seemed to do, black teeth bared and onyx eyes empty. Padma was less calm, snaking her head at the smoke and mirror creature and where her companion offered tones soothing and low she gave a shrill voice of her own. Time and time again had these magic things seen her, seen him and the audacity was just enough to raise her horsey hackles. Padma was not one to be shunned as it were, she was far too inclined with herself to be just another horse wandering in, if she should be known in any place it should be the Valley.
By luck or fear or coincidence the dog subsides, slinking back into wisps of black veil. She doesn’t add her own coo to the call when one presses forward from Elysium’s insect like mouth, she simply waits, eyes and ears alert into the darkness. This new Queen should be a sight to see, how else could something that hailed from the Gates last in a world such as this one?