i'm laying down, eating snow. my fur is hot, my tongue is cold.She was dead. Gone.
No, not gone. How could she be gone, if she had never really been here in the first place? She hadn't even been given a chance to live, and it was so goddamn unfair. Mikhail had been there as Evren gave birth. He had watched her bring their daughter into the world. They waited, and waited, for what felt like an eternity, for something that would never happen. Her lungs remained empty, her heart remained still, and the two of them were left with nothing. How fragile and fickle life could be, Mikhail had mused bitterly to himself, wishing more than anything he had the power to change things somehow. Alas, fate had turned its cruel blade on him, slicing open his soul with ease and leaving him emptier than he had ever been before.
Their daughter's death had been the final straw for Evren. She had left with little more than a half-hearted apology, and an offer for him to stay in the Desert (if he so wished). As if he would consider doing that. What was left for him there, besides an empty home and bitter memories? Besides, it wasn't as if the Desert had ever truly been his home. He had really only gone because, well, he had nowhere else to go - and because of Evren, of course. If not for their coupling which had resulted in the conception of their daughter, Mikhail imagined he'd never have left the mainland in the first place.
Now, he wasn't sure if he was relieved or upset that he was back. When he'd left, he'd hoped it had been for the better. He'd wished for a new life. Obviously, that opportunity had been torn from him before it could even come to fruition. Now, as he wandered aimlessly through the common, the tobiano stallion felt... empty. Although the sun was shining, the air was warm and the Common was teeming with bodies, he still felt utterly alone. It was a feeling he had never felt before, nor one he particularly enjoyed.
Pausing by a small stand of young trees, Mikhail turned his head to scan the area with his good eye. He had never been one for random socialization, but he couldn't bear this feeling any longer. He needed the company. Finally, someone in the distance caught his attention. He saw her there in the distance, appearing to him like a vision. Her soft ivory coat was purer than anything he had ever seen before. He didn't know what drew him to her; perhaps there was something driving him that he had no control over. Mud-encrusted hooves seemed to move of their own accord, drawing the painted stallion's body closer and closer to the petite woman. From his lips fell a gentle nicker, a call for her attention. He wasn't sure he wanted attention so much as he simply didn't want to be alone. He hoped for the best as he stopped nearby, head bowed in greeting as he spoke. "Might you care for some company?"
on a bed of spiderweb, i think of how to change myself.
the blind bay tobiano son of felony and zhenya. |