to the blackwind and to beautiful;
Posted by slv. Ilium on March 4, 2009, 11:02 pm
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- After a time, she wanders the paths of the mountain fields, home, not-home. Where once trailed terrible hounds, baying death and screaming for blood, now leap two tiny foals. They are small, smaller than they should be, but healthy. Excelsior betrays her secret (was it ever a secret?) with his black-and-white painted coat, with the gunslinger's sly eyes that already he begins to use. They are green, green, green. There is a sadness of course in her eyes, seeing him, remembering his father - tyrant, murderer, murdered. She can't help but try to save the broken ones.
- Iahhel twines about her walking mother's legs like a cat before springing away to the deeper grasses. Her brother follows and the two tumble together, flashes of black and white and pale yellow flying through the meadow. Ilium is a young mother, and carefully controls her nervous impulse - she does not call after them, but follows quietly, blackrock rippling for a hair's-breadth of a moment over her skin.
- As they round a bend following a series of particularly explosive bucks, the two foals nearly crash into the lovers. They hastily screech to a halt, and Iahhel leads a squealing retreat to the safety of Ilium's steady legs. Having seen Icarus and Wyvern long before her children, the warrior smiles, and touches each small child with a reassuring muzzle. They are only days old, after all. "We meet again," she remarks to the pair, leading her curious foals to them. Comfortably, she presses into the two stallions. She has known them since birth and, in a curious distant way, she trusts them.
- Excelsior stares wide-eyed at the two and takes a hesitating step forward. Experimentally, he pokes Icarus with his muzzle and squeals in terrified delight. Initial explorations over, the two grow a bit more bold, making a single twining circle about the two lovers before they return to their mother. She breathes them in, and chews gently on Wyvern's neck. "I've always wanted to steal him from you, you know," she says to Icarus with a smile. It's untrue, of course. But that's half the fun.
ILIUM
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness: |
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