09-09-2016, 03:01 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
They have a home and the taste of it is so sweet on his tongue and a lullaby to his ears. The mares, the children, the stallions – everyone – they’ve been granted a place of refuge. The wonderment of it still thickly crawls over him and prickles his skin excitedly. They are tucked away, so very safe, and he glances back over his shoulder with a smile after having alighted on the new soil. His wings, meager in comparison with those he was born with, stretch from his sides when he pauses to see the meadow. They accomplished that long flight, but even then his eyes glance back at them in mild disgust. They are foreign, so very strange, and he groans at the reminder how lowly – how normal – he is now.
He only knows to be an angel and to have such a strength and prowess that sets him apart, but the world saw fit to purge it from his blood like hundreds others. Beqanna is their puppeteer but they all had forgotten that. This cruel game is their reminder of how small and how replaceable they are.
But the world can be gracious, too, it seems. Beqanna loves its children and suddenly Tiphon feels like a reprimanded child when he looks down and sees himself as something entirely different. The strength of his body has drained, the luster that radiated from his skin gone. He is a shell of his former self and yet when he traverses the mountain he is alive again. That sweet nectar taste is a tease of what he once had and what he once was, but he can’t dwell on that. No, there is something greater in the making that scratches at his mind, and that is home on the island.
Finally, a home again.
He only knows to be an angel and to have such a strength and prowess that sets him apart, but the world saw fit to purge it from his blood like hundreds others. Beqanna is their puppeteer but they all had forgotten that. This cruel game is their reminder of how small and how replaceable they are.
But the world can be gracious, too, it seems. Beqanna loves its children and suddenly Tiphon feels like a reprimanded child when he looks down and sees himself as something entirely different. The strength of his body has drained, the luster that radiated from his skin gone. He is a shell of his former self and yet when he traverses the mountain he is alive again. That sweet nectar taste is a tease of what he once had and what he once was, but he can’t dwell on that. No, there is something greater in the making that scratches at his mind, and that is home on the island.
Finally, a home again.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION