Shadows of Melancholy
10-02-2014, 03:00 PM
Obsidian |
She lay under a peach tree, its branches heavy with late fruit. She had searched. High, low, far, wide. Rikku was gone. Ryuk was gone. Cormalin was dead. A long, low sigh hissed out through her nostrils, turning into a soft snort toward the end. She didn?t think she had ever felt like this; as though she would never kick up her heels again, or be happy again. Black hide, dulled by the beginnings of the cold weather coat, twitched under the feet of a stubborn fly that hadn?t been nipped off by the cooler weather. It truly felt like she was the last of her kind. She hadn?t run across another horse since Rikku and Ryuk. For a short, short couple of seasons, she had been happier than she had been in a long time. Now she felt empty. Perhaps she?d seek out Erani and Surreal, and the family that would be with them. Her muscles twitched, but she didn?t rise. |