Rouge
I saw you hiding in the ivy, I know you're too afraid to call. They're getting ready for the winter here, they've gathered pyramids of salt....
Early morning mist coats the ground in a fine dew. Autumn leaves trickle down from their branches, various shades of copper and crimson, crunching beneath his hooves as he walks. A faint cool breeze brushes his mane back and forth soothingly. He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath of petrichor and musk, and smiles, if only for the briefest moment.
Rouge had been acclimating well to Dawn Court, and kingdom life in general. It was comforting to know he was somewhere he belonged, and the friendliness he felt amongst the herd was reassuring. There were souls he’d yet to meet, and considering the high tensions among Dawn and Day, he decides when daybreak comes, it would be a good opportunity to acquaint himself with more faces. Most of the kingdom slumbers this early, but he is up patrolling - not because someone asked him to, but because he felt it was his duty. How selfless had Somnus been when he welcomed the russet stallion among their ranks; so willing, it seemed, to help those in need.
Rouge fully intended to return the favor.
The stallion makes his way out of the capitol’s borders, trotting against Rapax’ edge until he finds the meadow’s break. He gallops through the rolling fields, feeling like a child again, feeling free. He is unsure how long he runs, but by the time he halts he is covered in a thin layer of sweat, chest heaving as he catches his breath. Rouge lifts his head, cerulean eyes absorbing the terrain - Delumine in all its beauty.
Peony and amaryllis buds peak their way out of the sea of emerald - sickly sweet, he cannot shake the powerful aroma, and he stands in quite a daze as he allows it to resonate. It wouldn’t be long before winter took this flora away...so for Rouge, there is no time to waste worrying about anything else. It is in this moment, his nose pressed against a delicate scarlet bloom that his mind wanders to Aurora - feathers blanketed against his side, her usual warm and tender skin ice cold, those honied eyes blinking their last time. She’d shivered a while and then...nothing. He remembers tears falling against his cheeks - pain crawled up his back and gripped at his throat. If only he could hear the sweet melody of her voice, if only he could feel her affectionate caress, If only he could see those amber eyes light up at the first sign of spring again.
This bloom - a cruel reminder he couldn’t save everyone.
He steps away now, tears brimming along his ducts, turning his head to the sound of hoofbeats upon the ground. “Hello.” He says politely to the stranger, putting on a smile and trying to forget his nostalgia...but it never leaves.
Not for long.
...You saw them having trouble breathing, I know you think that it's your fault. I saw you hiding in the ivy, keeping quiet through the fall.
Early morning mist coats the ground in a fine dew. Autumn leaves trickle down from their branches, various shades of copper and crimson, crunching beneath his hooves as he walks. A faint cool breeze brushes his mane back and forth soothingly. He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath of petrichor and musk, and smiles, if only for the briefest moment.
Rouge had been acclimating well to Dawn Court, and kingdom life in general. It was comforting to know he was somewhere he belonged, and the friendliness he felt amongst the herd was reassuring. There were souls he’d yet to meet, and considering the high tensions among Dawn and Day, he decides when daybreak comes, it would be a good opportunity to acquaint himself with more faces. Most of the kingdom slumbers this early, but he is up patrolling - not because someone asked him to, but because he felt it was his duty. How selfless had Somnus been when he welcomed the russet stallion among their ranks; so willing, it seemed, to help those in need.
Rouge fully intended to return the favor.
The stallion makes his way out of the capitol’s borders, trotting against Rapax’ edge until he finds the meadow’s break. He gallops through the rolling fields, feeling like a child again, feeling free. He is unsure how long he runs, but by the time he halts he is covered in a thin layer of sweat, chest heaving as he catches his breath. Rouge lifts his head, cerulean eyes absorbing the terrain - Delumine in all its beauty.
Peony and amaryllis buds peak their way out of the sea of emerald - sickly sweet, he cannot shake the powerful aroma, and he stands in quite a daze as he allows it to resonate. It wouldn’t be long before winter took this flora away...so for Rouge, there is no time to waste worrying about anything else. It is in this moment, his nose pressed against a delicate scarlet bloom that his mind wanders to Aurora - feathers blanketed against his side, her usual warm and tender skin ice cold, those honied eyes blinking their last time. She’d shivered a while and then...nothing. He remembers tears falling against his cheeks - pain crawled up his back and gripped at his throat. If only he could hear the sweet melody of her voice, if only he could feel her affectionate caress, If only he could see those amber eyes light up at the first sign of spring again.
This bloom - a cruel reminder he couldn’t save everyone.
He steps away now, tears brimming along his ducts, turning his head to the sound of hoofbeats upon the ground. “Hello.” He says politely to the stranger, putting on a smile and trying to forget his nostalgia...but it never leaves.
Not for long.
...You saw them having trouble breathing, I know you think that it's your fault. I saw you hiding in the ivy, keeping quiet through the fall.
im not afraid of leaving, not of god & not of death.
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