D A M A S C U S
There was no word for heaven nor for earth, the time of day given not a single thought as the black and gold sails of our protagonist fell below the last star. Above was the universe; a speckled domain of unnamed gods and monsters and below, a carpet of peach-coloured clouds lit only by the sun sinking in the west. It was this high territory that night became day, the stars fell away, and Damascus of the dungeons would last touch moon tide. Like a burned leaf scattered upon the wind, Damascus begins his story above these clouds in the fragile realm between heaven and earth, tired wings flaying with a BOOM among the wind to break his fall. "OOF!" the stag had bellowed, a quadruple of legs swinging and dangling tiredly under his heaving ribs. He was alive. He was free. Bricks, iron, and chains were behind an entire veil of planets; that old life and what once was was now literally a world way. Dohv, who had frightfully tangled himself tightly within the blackbird's feathers finally peaked his long-eared head out, tiny paws clasping onto the shaft of a feather for some extra security. "We made it!" the jerboa had spoken through their bond, wide eyes cast downwards at the unravelling landscape. Just a glimpse of the ocean below was enough to cause the child to gasp, raking in a heavy breath through his mouth while his front feet widened atop a cloud in a failed attempt to stand upon it. Wingbeats lifting him from the false floor, Damascus craned his head low in an attempt to steal yet another glimpse of the world beneath. There were oceans on this globe too it would seem and, just as the gulls sounded their fanfare from the pine and cliffs below, an entire landscape fell beneath the retreating puffs of cloud. Golden cliffs warmed by a dusk sun, a towering structure on the furthest point of the coast. A truly beautiful place. It was a warm breeze and the drumming of waves upon the shoreline that greeted the slave to solitude, to safety, to the cornucopia. Wingbeats of a free man echoed over the last of that rosy cloud top, his black, tired sails flattening as he aimed his flight townwards to the lush cliffside fields now appearing within his view. What kind of creatures would inhabit this land? Any pegasi? Any equine folk at all? Hopeful as ever Damascus touched upon the ground with a huff and grunt stemming from an exhausted body and mind, his limbs nearly buckling completely under his hefty weight. The length of his tail was soon to fall beside him, the heavy appendage dragging along the tired form of the lad as he set off upon the cliff in search of life. YAY! My first ever Damascus post. I feel like this was utter horseshit but we'll get there. Open to ANYONE! |
