Closer to Home
04-14-2014, 06:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-14-2014, 09:04 PM by Chrysanthe.)
Sitting in the shadows he would manage not to pant beneath the fading heat. The male's eyes would slip closed, and he would take a deep breath, attempting to ease his mind. Paradox was fine, she was fine - she had to be. If she was not, he would feel it wouldn't he? The two had always been oddly close, and despite her being the more mischievous of the two - the brute strongly believed that she was his better half. They were a whole being when they were together... what had happened to split them up? These vast lands had a way of separating a family - the Blacks had been a unit for so long, and now they were lost, looking for each other and a new way of life while hiding from a sibling that wanted nothing more than to leave them in tatters.
It was all so much, and it seemed to multiply the longer that Concord had no family at his side. The brute would sigh, his eyes still closed as he let his mind wander as the sun continued to set... the familiar scent that passed him was nearly identical to his own - and yet he would stir. Green eyes would peek open, topped with furrowed brows and his mouth was tight with disbelief. Scanning the horizon, he would whine somewhat - swearing that his sister was nearby. "Discord." He would whisper, his voice sounding a bit more dry than he had expected - nearly foreign to his ears. He had no reason to speak much without her around.
The brute would lift himself onto his feet, and be guided by the little light left in the sky, as well as the rising moon and stars just beginning to twinkle into view. Swallowing, he would wonder whether he really was imagining his twin's scent, whether the wind was whipping about an old trail - whether it was somehow not real. But he had never failed to find her before, never been tricked, never had they been apart for long. Paranoia nearly got him to stay quiet, to not respond to this with a call, to find her with his senses alone... but he couldn't. He couldn't wait, not a moment longer - screw anyone that might be following him he would deal with that if it came.
He was pretty sure he was alone out here, if there was someone trailing him through the desert they would have said something by now.
His march toward her would be stopped, when the russet rocks would be dotted with the form of a offwhite figure, toppled over so delicately ahead of him. Paradoxus would freeze, knowing immediately the form of his twin - and he would rush forward, hoping that the worst had not happened - that Paradox was alright. His voice was stuck in his throat as he nudged her, his eyes wide as he nestled into her neck with his muzzle - she was still warm, still breathing, her heart still beating. Relief would flood him, but he would still whine - placing kisses to the woman's face in an attempt to wake her. "Sleepyhead, how long have you been awake to fall asleep in a place like this?" He would chide, if only to fill the silence and keep himself from panicking.
The brute was insanely worried about her, but the sun was fading and she didn't have to worry about heatstroke out here at night. If it got chilly he would sit beside her and await her awakening. He was so glad to see her, so glad that she was at his side again. He wouldn't make the mistake of letting her out of his sight any time soon. "Sleep well, sis." He would quietly say, and then lay beside her - keeping watch to make sure that nothing would try to harm the damsel as she rested. "I hope I'm good enough of a surprise for you when you wake up."
It was all so much, and it seemed to multiply the longer that Concord had no family at his side. The brute would sigh, his eyes still closed as he let his mind wander as the sun continued to set... the familiar scent that passed him was nearly identical to his own - and yet he would stir. Green eyes would peek open, topped with furrowed brows and his mouth was tight with disbelief. Scanning the horizon, he would whine somewhat - swearing that his sister was nearby. "Discord." He would whisper, his voice sounding a bit more dry than he had expected - nearly foreign to his ears. He had no reason to speak much without her around.
The brute would lift himself onto his feet, and be guided by the little light left in the sky, as well as the rising moon and stars just beginning to twinkle into view. Swallowing, he would wonder whether he really was imagining his twin's scent, whether the wind was whipping about an old trail - whether it was somehow not real. But he had never failed to find her before, never been tricked, never had they been apart for long. Paranoia nearly got him to stay quiet, to not respond to this with a call, to find her with his senses alone... but he couldn't. He couldn't wait, not a moment longer - screw anyone that might be following him he would deal with that if it came.
He was pretty sure he was alone out here, if there was someone trailing him through the desert they would have said something by now.
His march toward her would be stopped, when the russet rocks would be dotted with the form of a offwhite figure, toppled over so delicately ahead of him. Paradoxus would freeze, knowing immediately the form of his twin - and he would rush forward, hoping that the worst had not happened - that Paradox was alright. His voice was stuck in his throat as he nudged her, his eyes wide as he nestled into her neck with his muzzle - she was still warm, still breathing, her heart still beating. Relief would flood him, but he would still whine - placing kisses to the woman's face in an attempt to wake her. "Sleepyhead, how long have you been awake to fall asleep in a place like this?" He would chide, if only to fill the silence and keep himself from panicking.
The brute was insanely worried about her, but the sun was fading and she didn't have to worry about heatstroke out here at night. If it got chilly he would sit beside her and await her awakening. He was so glad to see her, so glad that she was at his side again. He wouldn't make the mistake of letting her out of his sight any time soon. "Sleep well, sis." He would quietly say, and then lay beside her - keeping watch to make sure that nothing would try to harm the damsel as she rested. "I hope I'm good enough of a surprise for you when you wake up."