I S O R A T H The lake is a mirror. Still and serene, it reflected the night's own beauty back at it, showing Calligo her ethereal face in silent wonderment and reverance. Cradled within the sleeping hills, the wind carried the muted hum of the Night Court's nightly reverie. Drums sounded like warning of thunder from this distance, and the lifted voices a choir to beckon it on. Then there is the faint smell of perfume smoke drifted on the autumnal wind, woodsy and sweet in the same breath and it filled the Kirin's chest with sparks. The night was intoxicating here, while the rest of the world slept and slumbered peacefully onward, the Court of Stars burst to life with a passion that would put the sun to shame. Where his bones should of wanted to lay low, instead they're urged forward. Long limbs graceful and melodic as they struck against the banks of the lake. Entranced and caught on the music, the sights, the smells. The bonfires stretched the length and breath of the shadowed kingdom. From the praire to the mountains, he has spied the unyielding flames and the wisps of voices caught in euphoria. He himself is his own music, the gold pieces of his hair ornaments and those attached to the noise and earring piece upon his face sang softly into the night. Even those on his tail, which curled in luxurious arcs behind him, the strands of starlight twinkled and shimmered in the light of the moon, hummed their own melodic tune. Here he shimmered and glowed, beneath Calligo's watchful gaze. He glowed and found peace, the Court walls provided safety, a security and luxury he had been birthed and raised to. Plush pillows and the sultry smell of jasmine and incense, they're a comfort. A silk sheet and a soft pillow to lay upon and in as the morning rose and night fell. Isorath had fled into the night like a comet, wings outstretched as he danced across the night sky. Never once coming down until he'd seen the lake. There he had descended like an oracle, silver strands long, loose and windswept as porcelain hooves had touched the blessed cool of the grass. Then he had run, like a ghost across the lake side. To where he was now, slightly breathless as he moved to the rhythmn of the night. What had he run from exactly? And the thought alone caused his elegant dance to falter, the music which chimed off him stuttered with the motion and he stilled on the edge of the lake. Why had he fled? Why had he chased the stars until he had found his current sanctuary? Slowly, ever so slowly he'd drawn to a stop. Lilac's stared out at the water mirror in front of him as tendrils of his mane billowed in the night breeze and wrapped around his frame, cloaking him in an ethereal mist. You could lie, one part of him whispered, which in turn caused the simmering essence of his soul to give a painful lurch. Or, one other piece of him supplied, it's voice no better than talon raked against his walls, you could just admit it to yourself. "Look where that's gotten me before." He responded to no one in particular, long white lashes fluttering against his sharp cheeks and the scales lovingly lined there. Slowly, the winged Kirin lowered himself upon the bank. Wrapped in his own hair and wings, glittering beneath the canopy of stars, smoke and perfume. "Nothing but suffering, that's where." The prince added after a breath, his voice a quiet hum as he settled in for a night of star gazing. Let his mind be wrapped up and lost in everything magical about this place, than the shackles his own thoughts often left him with. "sunshine dasies butter mellow!" TAG: |
