azrael
Summer was nearing its end, with nights growing a bit cooler and leaves beginning to turn colors, albeit a bit early. It was a sign, he feared, that this winter would be a cold one. Thinking of it, Azrael shivers and looks to the heavens for a sign, but only muddled clouds meet his gaze, hovering over the stars and muting the sallow moonlight. On his mountains, he might have seen the sky more clearly, but tonight the star-scryer did not stand on their ridges. Instead, he is exploring Denocte more, walking alone on the shored of the mirrored Vitreus Lake, and letting his mind wander over all which had come to pass.
If he was alone too long with his thoughts, Azrael began to feel more than he cared to. He remembered the fateful night where his world came crashing down, when he’d turned to brave one last look at his smoldering home and seen nothing but madness and destruction. Even with the knowing that it would come, it didn’t dull the pain. More than the beauty of the emerald-green grasses and snowcapped hills, there was the loss of his brothers and sisters – each Star an integral part of the People.
At night, when he closed his eyes, Azrael could remember the tortured looks on their faces as they prayed to the stars for salvation. Even as the priestesses had urged them to leave, he remembered their stubbornness as they stood awaiting death, certain that deliverance would come – this obstinacy driving them to a fiery end. The memory was enough to have tears stinging at the edges of his eyes as he turns to brush them against his shoulder… for no tears would bring them back, and no memory – however powerful – would wake the dead.
With a sigh, he stops his wandering and stands at the water’s edge, staring at the way the clouds hovered on its crystalline surface. It is a strange thing, seeing the water mirror-still, and yet it is soothing to the stallion as he gazes across the upturned sky, stilling his mind and letting the peace of this place wash over him. In that moment, he closes his eyes, breathing in the night air and absorbing the sounds of nature around him.
His star-glow frame casts a turquoise light in the darkness, beckoning the curious closer. One was close enough for him to hear now, and the shed-star flicks an ear toward the approaching creature, taking notice even though the stranger maintains a quiet sort of presence. Azrael’s turquoise eyes blink open, and he turns to regard the other, quiet for a moment before offering a simple greeting.
“Good evening.” His voice is as smooth as the surface of the lake, with just as many layers of depth. “It is a shame, that the stars hide in the darkness tonight…”
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