Post by fleabittengray on Oct 18, 2024 7:07:28 GMT -7
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SOUNDLESS ECHO
made by remi of rilla go! and adoxography
I am the shadow and the smoke in your eyes
I am the ghost that hides in the night
With constant ringing in his ears, Echo walked solemnly through Kular Valley. He had been here in Wild Equines for more than half a year now, long enough to see the realm gripped by a war, held tight in the debilitating fingers of darkness. Echo knew that grasp all too well, for it had a hold over him, too. It was why he had a steady companion in a small black feline that only he could see, suitably named Death, with pale and colorless eyes. She was ahead of him now, padding through the drying grasses as she led the way deeper into the valley. Echo followed behind her slowly, blue and silver-specked eyes flicking to and fro as he walked. Hyper sensitive to sounds, he always knew when someone was approaching. Even silence felt so loud sometimes, making the ringing in his ears all the louder. At least conversation gave him something to focus on, instead of the tinnitus in both ears. They sat upon his head now, twitching occasionally, though mainly they were laced slightly back toward his gray and white mane. He could hear his own heart beating. Or perhaps it was only his imagination. He could never be sure anymore.
Licking his lips, Echo looked down in front of him, peering at his hallucinated companion. Death mewed, so softly that someone not as sensitive to sounds as he was may not have heard it. One ear flicked forward, his eyes blinking as the black cat's tail tip twitched, signaling silently for Echo to keep following as she picked up the pace, causing the Arabian stallion to trot slowly through the meadow. The air was chilled, the mountains still blocking out most of the sun from warming the meadow that autumn morning, but Echo did not mind the cold - despite his breed being more acclimated to warmer climates, he did not complain about the colder months. He had other things that haunted him at night, other than the weather.
Best not to think about those particular ghosts of his pasts, however. Giving a quiet snort, Echo trotted onward, following the feline friend that only he found see.
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4 years 8 months, autumn, early morning
I am the ghost that hides in the night
With constant ringing in his ears, Echo walked solemnly through Kular Valley. He had been here in Wild Equines for more than half a year now, long enough to see the realm gripped by a war, held tight in the debilitating fingers of darkness. Echo knew that grasp all too well, for it had a hold over him, too. It was why he had a steady companion in a small black feline that only he could see, suitably named Death, with pale and colorless eyes. She was ahead of him now, padding through the drying grasses as she led the way deeper into the valley. Echo followed behind her slowly, blue and silver-specked eyes flicking to and fro as he walked. Hyper sensitive to sounds, he always knew when someone was approaching. Even silence felt so loud sometimes, making the ringing in his ears all the louder. At least conversation gave him something to focus on, instead of the tinnitus in both ears. They sat upon his head now, twitching occasionally, though mainly they were laced slightly back toward his gray and white mane. He could hear his own heart beating. Or perhaps it was only his imagination. He could never be sure anymore.
Licking his lips, Echo looked down in front of him, peering at his hallucinated companion. Death mewed, so softly that someone not as sensitive to sounds as he was may not have heard it. One ear flicked forward, his eyes blinking as the black cat's tail tip twitched, signaling silently for Echo to keep following as she picked up the pace, causing the Arabian stallion to trot slowly through the meadow. The air was chilled, the mountains still blocking out most of the sun from warming the meadow that autumn morning, but Echo did not mind the cold - despite his breed being more acclimated to warmer climates, he did not complain about the colder months. He had other things that haunted him at night, other than the weather.
Best not to think about those particular ghosts of his pasts, however. Giving a quiet snort, Echo trotted onward, following the feline friend that only he found see.
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4 years 8 months, autumn, early morning