Posted on November 25, 2020 at 09:32:59 AM by Nzingha
hapo ambao asaa  Breathless and bound by an unseen force, Nzingha could only watch as a shiver rippled the surface of her companion’s pale hide. Could only listen as the spirits spoke with the creature’s voice, transforming her into an instrument of their will. Sharing secrets wrenched from a place where she would not have dared to go alone. A place she could not go, for fear of being trapped within the caverns that had been transformed into tombs. Once dere were another… The shudder that traced clawed fingers down the shaman’s spine was a mirror of the one that had plagued this stranger only a moment before. A grave; the sea that surrounded them was a grave. The waves rushed up the shore, and Nzingha danced away from their grasp with eyes that had become white-rimmed from fear. So much life lost… Were vengeful spirits the cause of the storm that had sent great waves to swallow Xiomara’s Shore? Were these unfortunate souls still held in the darkness that existed deep beneath the waves, attempting to claw and writhe their way up to a surface that could never be reached? I was granted life and safe passage… The curved ears that had flattened straightened themselves again, curved tips brushing one another in their haste to hear. It almost sounded as if this nameless mare had been present for the destruction. But the bones of this Cimarron were so well-hidden that generations had surely passed since the moment of its demise. Confused, the black Marwari backed up a single step, her fear now of the pale creature who spoke. It was not in the usual manner of spirits to take possession of a living body, but if they had been maddened by an age of captivity in the ocean’s depths, then perhaps.... De darkness of which you speak...I fear it be growing and spreading. In the moment that preceded Nzingha’s imminent flight, these words halted her as no reassurances could. Her curiosity, her need was far greater than her fear. Whether mortal or dark spirit, this one knew. She knew about the shadow that blighted these lands - and if she knew, perhaps she might have an answer as to how it might be stopped. Shifting closer, the shaman erased the small distance that she had put between their two forms even as her companion continued to speak. I believe it hahappen dis way before… Darkness and light were all but combined as she leaned close, peering into the depths of the bloodmarked stranger’s eyes. “It cannot be allowed to happen again,” Nzingha murmured, her soft voice belied by a strength like stone standing against the endless battering of sea. “Tell me, mzuka - how do we stop this?” But the question was lost to the pallid woman, who had sunk to depths that even the shaman could not reach. Haunted, she could only continue to describe their impending doom. I t’ink de war were not de end, but de beginning. A silent whisper turned the curled points of the Marwari’s ears towards the sea. Listening for a moment, she closed her eyes and nodded in silent affirmation. And then, with a scream of defiance, rose into the air above the living ghost. “They will not claim these islands without claiming me first, mzuka! Tell me where to stand, and I will stand against this darkness, even alone!” With a soft thud her hooves rejoined the sand, and the thunder of her voice became a soothing murmur not unlike the sea. “We should not fear death,” Nzingha spoke, the inky tangles of her mane stirring in an errant breeze. “Only the end of life.” NzinghA mare . eight . black sabino overo . marwari . 16.0hh  |
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