let my shadows prove the sunshine
The mountains of Hyaline had been his home - unknowingly - for years. He had ‘vanished’ years ago, beneath the tawny fur of a mountain lion, hidden behind teeth and claws, robbed of his life by the predator’s instinct. In hindsight, the lion had saved him from the plague and the war that had ravished Beqanna years ago, secluding him to the cooler mountain tops and keeping a solitary life away from others. The puma had a hold on him for a very long time - even now he is not so sure how his consciousness has returned, only that it had and he would strive to be sure that the predator did not take over again.
He remembers nothing in that time in the mountains - for Svedka, no time has passed at all. To him, he had awoken in a blink of an eye, covered in blood from his mouth to his legs. He had traveled down into Hyaline, searching for his twin sister or for Kagerus, and found only strangers. This is how he came to understand how much time had actually past and how the lion had stolen precious years from him.
Svedka had stewed angrily for days, only to realize that anger brought the lion to the surface. The more he remained his true self, the weaker the beast was. So he left the past in the past and began to venture to the only place he knew where to go.
The stallion uses his head to brush the thick foliage away from him, the broad, flat leaves slapping against him as he passes, wet with humidity and dampening his champagne and ivory skin. He wrinkles his nose, the sickly sweet smell of smoke permeating the air. The volcanic landscape seems to open up to him as if it remembers him fondly and Svedka finds himself surprisingly comfortable despite the many years he has been gone.
Though finding his mother and father is what he assumed would happen first, it is uncanny that the familiar scent of his twin finds him first, along with Kagerus. A lazy smile curls onto the pink of his lips, a huff of air escaping his nostrils in quiet laughter, following the sound of their hushed voices until their figures come into his eyesight.
They are as he remembers, despite knowing that years, even decades, have gone by. There is a familiar swell of Solace’s barrel which ignites a sparkle in his blue eyes. He has no children (that he’s aware of) but enjoys the many nieces and nephews that come from the love of both his sister and Kagerus.
“Ladies,” comes the familiar fluidity of his deep voice in greeting, casually sliding himself between them. “I had a feeling I’d find you here.” His muzzle tenderly brushes against Solace’s shoulder as he comes to a halt perfectly beside them, his matching cerulean eyes gazing curiously at the frost on her crest, lipping them playfully before pressing his mouth to her poll, wuffling at the icy tendrils delicately. He hums softly into his sister’s skin as if years had not passed between them. His smile is almost devilish as he turns to Kagerus, a sister to him though they share no blood, reaching his now-cold lips to the auburn color of her cheek in a gentle kiss.
He straightens, resting his head on Solace’s neck with a soft sigh like he was just a colt again.
He had missed them dearly - though he hadn’t realized how much until this very moment - and for the first time in many, many years, he felt like he was truly home.
svedka
@[Solace] @[Kagerus] <3