ARAXES
tender heart
In all honesty.. she isn't sure what is what. The roar of the ocean behind her and the snarl of the storm in the distance that lit the sky up. It's a blur of noise and movement, enough so that she keeps her head down while every breath aches in her lungs and makes her very ribs and bones hurt. It seemed with every inhale, there was another exhale of water that was briny on her tongue, the saltwater making up more of her body than blood at this point. It felt so surreal and as if she were dreaming.
She didn't even lift her head.
Araxes was in a numb sort of shock, floating in a cocoon that wrapped her from the world as she trembled, soaked and broken. Everything swirled in and around her, and she felt as if she was simply watching things from afar. As if she were floating above her own body and looking down at it, or simply no longer in charge of moving her limbs at her will.
Every crackle of lightning brought the storm closer, until it was bearing down on them and the waves kicked up ferociously, slamming up on the rocks and over her lower half, attempting to coat her once more with the foams that had almost eaten her once before. Slate eyes blinked under the mass of white hair that curled around her, loose from its braid and seemingly alive with the wash of water every so often. The speckled mare didn't want to move, not the slightest inch, for even breathing ailed her and made her insides roil.
A touch seemed to at least bring her mind to some sort of reality, hot and warm against her otherwise cold cheek as the rain began to pelt downward in fat drops, washing away streaks of red that slipped against the alabaster bits of her fur. "...Tor..." It was a wistful little sigh, and the rain began to come down harder, the thunder loud as lightening struck, and even as she lifted her head, she didn't wince.
Something was terribly off when Araxes didn't flinch from a storm bearing down on them.
A single slate eye managed to peer between strands of ivory hair, the rest of her mane a mess around her head, wrapping her nape and face, the small wings with one at an awkward angle, giving small flicks of shaking movement.
Her breath gurgled in her throat, and Ara slowly lay her head down again, closing her eyes with another exhale, a shake of her body as her hind legs tucked up more to herself. She didn't even know that he had asked her a question.
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"Mom!"
The cry wrenched out over the beach, a little odd under the sound of the storm, but a colt came running from around the corner, all long legs and long hair, eyes wide and his stance panicked. "Mom! Where are yo--- Dad?!" Cynix came to a halt in the sand, sending up grains as his hooves dragged, and he turned his head one way, then the other. From a bloodied stallion to his mother on the rocks, and his ears went back.
The young boy felt both of them clamp to his head, his wings suddenly just as tight as his head lifted, eyes going wide to the whites and nostrils flaring broad and pink. For a moment, he was too shocked to move, his posture tight and legs locked, though there was no quiver of fear. Not just yet.
She didn't even lift her head.
Araxes was in a numb sort of shock, floating in a cocoon that wrapped her from the world as she trembled, soaked and broken. Everything swirled in and around her, and she felt as if she was simply watching things from afar. As if she were floating above her own body and looking down at it, or simply no longer in charge of moving her limbs at her will.
Every crackle of lightning brought the storm closer, until it was bearing down on them and the waves kicked up ferociously, slamming up on the rocks and over her lower half, attempting to coat her once more with the foams that had almost eaten her once before. Slate eyes blinked under the mass of white hair that curled around her, loose from its braid and seemingly alive with the wash of water every so often. The speckled mare didn't want to move, not the slightest inch, for even breathing ailed her and made her insides roil.
A touch seemed to at least bring her mind to some sort of reality, hot and warm against her otherwise cold cheek as the rain began to pelt downward in fat drops, washing away streaks of red that slipped against the alabaster bits of her fur. "...Tor..." It was a wistful little sigh, and the rain began to come down harder, the thunder loud as lightening struck, and even as she lifted her head, she didn't wince.
Something was terribly off when Araxes didn't flinch from a storm bearing down on them.
A single slate eye managed to peer between strands of ivory hair, the rest of her mane a mess around her head, wrapping her nape and face, the small wings with one at an awkward angle, giving small flicks of shaking movement.
Her breath gurgled in her throat, and Ara slowly lay her head down again, closing her eyes with another exhale, a shake of her body as her hind legs tucked up more to herself. She didn't even know that he had asked her a question.
****
"Mom!"
The cry wrenched out over the beach, a little odd under the sound of the storm, but a colt came running from around the corner, all long legs and long hair, eyes wide and his stance panicked. "Mom! Where are yo--- Dad?!" Cynix came to a halt in the sand, sending up grains as his hooves dragged, and he turned his head one way, then the other. From a bloodied stallion to his mother on the rocks, and his ears went back.
The young boy felt both of them clamp to his head, his wings suddenly just as tight as his head lifted, eyes going wide to the whites and nostrils flaring broad and pink. For a moment, he was too shocked to move, his posture tight and legs locked, though there was no quiver of fear. Not just yet.
@Torstein || my post is so fucking tiny compared to that monster LMFAO
