10-04-2021, 12:59 AM
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"No." He growled, gruff and guttural as he regarded her with his pupil-less orange eyes. Her spring and summer smile one he did not return. Instead she would find the opposite of those flowers threaded through the strands of mane and tail. He was their end. A gaunt equinoid figure of dried up sticks and leaves. There was no life left in the leaves that clung to his body, they were shrivelled things, waiting to turn into dust. Etojo wondered if she could sense the emotion behind his eyes even though he stared at her blankly giving nothing outwardly away. Lately he'd felt more than he'd felt in many years, but what that was, well, it felt too complicated to name. Nonetheless, he'd watched her fawn upon the plants of this meadow, the sunshine bouncing ripples of light off her skin. With a touch, those that suffered did so no more, she skewed the balance of things. Not all those given life should flourish, he knew that well enough. Too well. Perhaps a lesson worth sharing. The flowers around her began to bend away from the sun, their petals falling away from the centre, becoming old before their natural time. The vibrant colour of life fading sullen, their stems wilting down into the soil from whence they had come. A flash of a smirk marked his face and he laughed with a laugh opposite of hers, harsh and raspy. "That's better." He said to himself more than her. Perhaps if she retraced her path, she'd find other plants she had coaxed life into had found a similar fate, as Etojo restored the balance. |