The air seemed almost empty that evening. The sun had set, but clouds shrouded the caliginous skies with an everlasting fog. The only occasional light would seep from broken edges, where the moon's ghostly rays would wander and slither through the forest.
Wanda was nestled in the birch grasses, on the peak of a desolate hill. He looked up toward the sky and wished only for the stars to stop hiding away. He thought to himself,
"Maybe... if the stars come out tonight, they'll light me a path."
A sudden breeze swiftly went by, stroking his face. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. "...Maybe they'll light me a path to someone who feels almost as lost as I do."
The silence was often something to enjoy, accompanied by the songs of birds or the chirping of crickets. But tonight, everything was still. Wanda knew that he'd find company elsewhere in the forest, but at that moment he didn't want to be anywhere but here, on this very lonely hill. All he really wanted was for the hill to be a little less lonely...
Suddenly he felt something tickle his back, then his nose, and soon realised that it was slowly beginning to rain. The droplets fell one by one, and then all at once. Thankfully Wanda's fur wasn't so thick so he wasn't weighed down. But he swiftly rose to his feet and turned to look for shelter. He thought of the large Oak Tree near the ruins, but it was rather far... and then the hill would be alone. There was one tree that was swarmed in a coat of leaves which would have to suffice as shelter for now. At least the raindrops were only occasional, trickling down from the leaves above. Wanda was resting against the tree for a good few minutes. His eyes grew heavy, and he tilted his head to rest against his new tree-friend...
Suddenly Wanda's ears jolted upward as a distant rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Though thunder was often music to his ears, all he could think about was the hill. And the tree. He worried to himself and spoke to the tree: "Don't worry.. Your leafy arms are protecting me, so-, so I shall protect you. No lightening shall jolt your precious soul!..." He wasn't even half sure as to what he was saying. He never really was; Whenever he spoke, it was often a jumble of words trailing from his mind. Wanda's humble eyes carefully watched into the distance, waiting for the thunder to brighten the skies and the forest below.
The rain wasn't too heavy, and so the only sounds to be heard were the gentle sweeps of the breeze and the distant clap of thunder.
He waited. And waited. Waited for nothing... waited for everything.
Anything. Something.
The thunder rolled loud on this day. Just before that, the earth lay still, quiet, as if preparing for a final push. The sky had been covered in a foreboding layer of clouds, hanging heavily just above the very highest treetops. It was a spectacle now. Large drops were rushing down from the sky, hitting the earth violently as powerful flashes of lightning danced across the horizon, thunder filling the air with a deep rumble. It was the growl of the planet itself. The earth below and the sky above joining in a powerful display of strength.
And between it all, a light being, the gemini bird, lithe, hooves splashing up the dirt and soil beneath him before taking off again, cutting into the air and the droplets falling from above. All sound was drowned out by the play of nature, but all ben could hear now was the drumming of his own heartbeat, the constant beating as the world seemed to collapse around him.
He enjoyed it. He enjoyed this exertion, he enjoyed the extreme. In this rain it seemed as though everything else was forgotten, nothing else mattered. And as the water hit his soaked body, he thought how beautiful the world was that he lived in, how strong, how powerful it was. And him, the bird, the deer, the deer-bird, in the middle of it all.
As he ran between the grasses and the trees, a flash of blue rushed past his eyes. His mind had understood before his body could react, and so ben slowed down into a trot only few seconds after he had passed the creature and turned around back to the tree where he had seen them.
There was another strong rush of wind that raced past, clawing down to Wanda's skin, so terribly cold that it was almost painful to endure. Then suddenly another breeze; a glowing ember rushing by, cutting through the storm like a cuspate arrow. Wanda jolted up again, his head swivelled round but the rain was growing heavy and each raindrop forcefully plummeted to the ground, only to bounce back up from the pools of mud.
He decided it would be easier to stand. He tried not to slip as he got to his feet, and as he rose he turned to see a figure only a few yards away. Their coat glowed in the darkness, warm feathers brushing off of their skin, breaking into fragments and taking flight in the breeze. Yet it seemed, with each loss of a feather, a new one grew in its place. Wanda was often fearful of others, but he was too mesmorised by the beauty of this bird to even want to turn away. Their light seemed almost as if it was pulling him in as well, as they slowly waltzed over. Their skin illuminated its surroundings, and Wanda's eyes sank to the floor only to see that the drowning flowers somehow found life as the bird brushed past them, reaching up to its body to devour their energy.
The being was so bright that their eyes were shrouded in the light. Wanda didn't know where to look. His posture withered as he lowered his neck, eyes still on the light, not daring to even blink. "H..Hello?" he spoke softly, though hoped his voice was enough to hear over the roaring storm.
Rain left the world a blurry haze of colors as ben had returned to the navy figure. The weather forced him to squeeze his eyes shut, only barely he could make out the familiar face which was hidden away in the thickets.
Fur drenched, his hairs stood on end and were ruffled up by the rough winds that the bird had been flying through. And yet the scene seemed illuminated. Ben's face changed into an odd grimace when he recognized his star-kissed friend - an attempt to smile with the storm whipping him mercilessly in his face. Hastily the gemini deer crawled into the shelter without giving a word or asking for permission. Relieved to be at least slightly more safe from the weather, he shook off the cold from his body, droplets flying off from all sides before immediately burying his nose in the other's neck, warm breath against the other's midnight sky. He felt bliss.
(Thankyou, I wanted to say the same to you!! & I'm really sorry for the slow reponse. )
The star-kissed deer was so grateful to see his bird friend. The bitter rain driving into his skin was just about forgotten when he buried himself within. He sighed with relief, his breath like a dragons' as it spewed into the air, then quickly drifted. Wanda tilted his neck to rest on the bird's feathery crown, hoping he'd never leave. "Ben.. Benevolent Ben." he spoke softly and smiled, looking to him from the corner of his eye. "How have you been keeping?"
The air seemed almost empty
Wanda was nestled in the birch grasses, on the peak of a desolate hill. He looked up toward the sky and wished only for the stars to stop hiding away. He thought to himself,
"Maybe... if the stars come out tonight, they'll light me a path."
A sudden breeze swiftly went by, stroking his face. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.
"...Maybe they'll light me a path to someone who feels almost as lost as I do."
The silence was often something to enjoy, accompanied by the songs of birds or the chirping of crickets. But tonight, everything was still. Wanda knew that he'd find company elsewhere in the forest, but at that moment he didn't want to be anywhere but here, on this very lonely hill. All he really wanted was for the hill to be a little less lonely...
Suddenly he felt something tickle his back, then his nose, and soon realised that it was slowly beginning to rain. The droplets fell one by one, and then all at once. Thankfully Wanda's fur wasn't so thick so he wasn't weighed down. But he swiftly rose to his feet and turned to look for shelter. He thought of the large Oak Tree near the ruins, but it was rather far... and then the hill would be alone. There was one tree that was swarmed in a coat of leaves which would have to suffice as shelter for now. At least the raindrops were only occasional, trickling down from the leaves above. Wanda was resting against the tree for a good few minutes. His eyes grew heavy, and he tilted his head to rest against his new tree-friend...
Suddenly Wanda's ears jolted upward as a distant rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Though thunder was often music to his ears, all he could think about was the hill. And the tree. He worried to himself and spoke to the tree: "Don't worry.. Your leafy arms are protecting me, so-, so I shall protect you. No lightening shall jolt your precious soul!..." He wasn't even half sure as to what he was saying. He never really was; Whenever he spoke, it was often a jumble of words trailing from his mind. Wanda's humble eyes carefully watched into the distance, waiting for the thunder to brighten the skies and the forest below.
The rain wasn't too heavy, and so the only sounds to be heard were the gentle sweeps of the breeze and the distant clap of thunder.
He waited. And waited. Waited for nothing... waited for everything.
Anything. Something.
The thunder rolled loud on
And between it all, a light being, the gemini bird, lithe, hooves splashing up the dirt and soil beneath him before taking off again, cutting into the air and the droplets falling from above. All sound was drowned out by the play of nature, but all ben could hear now was the drumming of his own heartbeat, the constant beating as the world seemed to collapse around him.
He enjoyed it. He enjoyed this exertion, he enjoyed the extreme. In this rain it seemed as though everything else was forgotten, nothing else mattered. And as the water hit his soaked body, he thought how beautiful the world was that he lived in, how strong, how powerful it was. And him, the bird, the deer, the deer-bird, in the middle of it all.
As he ran between the grasses and the trees, a flash of blue rushed past his eyes. His mind had understood before his body could react, and so ben slowed down into a trot only few seconds after he had passed the creature and turned around back to the tree where he had seen them.
There was another strong rush
He decided it would be easier to stand. He tried not to slip as he got to his feet, and as he rose he turned to see a figure only a few yards away. Their coat glowed in the darkness, warm feathers brushing off of their skin, breaking into fragments and taking flight in the breeze. Yet it seemed, with each loss of a feather, a new one grew in its place. Wanda was often fearful of others, but he was too mesmorised by the beauty of this bird to even want to turn away. Their light seemed almost as if it was pulling him in as well, as they slowly waltzed over. Their skin illuminated its surroundings, and Wanda's eyes sank to the floor only to see that the drowning flowers somehow found life as the bird brushed past them, reaching up to its body to devour their energy.
The being was so bright that their eyes were shrouded in the light. Wanda didn't know where to look. His posture withered as he lowered his neck, eyes still on the light, not daring to even blink.
"H..Hello?" he spoke softly, though hoped his voice was enough to hear over the roaring storm.
((sdjfhk beautiful writing
Rain left the world a blurry haze of colors as ben had returned to the navy figure. The weather forced him to squeeze his eyes shut, only barely he could make out the familiar face which was hidden away in the thickets.
Fur drenched, his hairs stood on end and were ruffled up by the rough winds that the bird had been flying through. And yet the scene seemed illuminated. Ben's face changed into an odd grimace when he recognized his star-kissed friend - an attempt to smile with the storm whipping him mercilessly in his face. Hastily the gemini deer crawled into the shelter without giving a word or asking for permission. Relieved to be at least slightly more safe from the weather, he shook off the cold from his body, droplets flying off from all sides before immediately burying his nose in the other's neck, warm breath against the other's midnight sky. He felt bliss.
(Thankyou, I wanted to say
The star-kissed deer was so grateful to see his bird friend. The bitter rain driving into his skin was just about forgotten when he buried himself within. He sighed with relief, his breath like a dragons' as it spewed into the air, then quickly drifted. Wanda tilted his neck to rest on the bird's feathery crown, hoping he'd never leave. "Ben.. Benevolent Ben." he spoke softly and smiled, looking to him from the corner of his eye. "How have you been keeping?"