Helios' story begins standing at a forked road. One path held the majority of his family, while the other splintered down a dangerous road. At the end of it, the tucked silver form he's grown used to shadowing him. Just when the raven boy thought Zephyr was back within his grasp, the silver sibling flees.
Heart thudding in his chest, Helios has been trailing after Zephyr ever since the night their youngest siblings were born. Ever since one of them stopped breathing. This dark, overgrown, tangled road he travels down leaves Helios feeling more alone than he ever has. He's always been independent in some manner of things, yet never truly by himself. There are chances that his weak body will never catch up with Zephyr. Chances that he'll fail every step of the way. Chances that it'll end up a mess, and he will never be able to return to the home he's turned his back to.
He stumbles, breathing heavy and gait slow. How long has he been travelling now?
Z... Zephyr.
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July 07, 2019, 04:38 PM
It feels like he's been running for hours now — and perhaps he has. The sprite does not know that running is in his blood, that this flight is in his nature; all he knows is that it hurts, and that he doesn't want to run anymore. His legs ache and his chest burns, and the distance he has put between himself and his home has lodged itself in his heart like a burning knife.
But he can't go back, either. The taste of blood still lingers in his mouth, a reminder of the terrible thing he'd done in his final moments with his family. His legs falter beneath him as the memory grips him again, and he stumbles over foliage, collapsing in a wheezing heap of silver fur against the forest floor only moments before he hears his name through the trees. Helios. His stomach flips, and for a moment he thinks he might vomit. The feeling fades after a moment, but he remains frozen to the spot, not even daring to wonder what his brother must think of him; surely he knows of the terrible thing he'd done, and that's why he's here.
But he can't go back, either. The taste of blood still lingers in his mouth, a reminder of the terrible thing he'd done in his final moments with his family. His legs falter beneath him as the memory grips him again, and he stumbles over foliage, collapsing in a wheezing heap of silver fur against the forest floor only moments before he hears his name through the trees. Helios. His stomach flips, and for a moment he thinks he might vomit. The feeling fades after a moment, but he remains frozen to the spot, not even daring to wonder what his brother must think of him; surely he knows of the terrible thing he'd done, and that's why he's here.
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Stars pepper his eyes; darkness circling the corner of his vision akin to shadows slowly engulfing his sight.
His body is heavy, he imagines this must be how it feels to be squished by someone like Kavik. Each step takes the majority of his strength, yet he powers through because he must. Helios hears the stumble, the wheeze. It is why he called out his sibling's name. He knows Zephyr must be here. 'Please.' A silent beg, to the stars, maybe.
The raven boy stumbles, barely walking with jaws agape and panting breathes towards the location he heard the noise. Frozen still, he finds Zephyr on the ground, clutching earth as if it is a lifeline. Silver muzzle stained an eerie reminder of what transpired hours and hours ago.
« I... » He heaves, approaching slowly and screaming at his own body for feeling impossible to move. « Found you. » With one last step, Helios collapses before the silver pup, tucking his muzzle to Zephyr's cheek and breathing in desperately.
His body is heavy, he imagines this must be how it feels to be squished by someone like Kavik. Each step takes the majority of his strength, yet he powers through because he must. Helios hears the stumble, the wheeze. It is why he called out his sibling's name. He knows Zephyr must be here. 'Please.' A silent beg, to the stars, maybe.
The raven boy stumbles, barely walking with jaws agape and panting breathes towards the location he heard the noise. Frozen still, he finds Zephyr on the ground, clutching earth as if it is a lifeline. Silver muzzle stained an eerie reminder of what transpired hours and hours ago.
« I... » He heaves, approaching slowly and screaming at his own body for feeling impossible to move. « Found you. » With one last step, Helios collapses before the silver pup, tucking his muzzle to Zephyr's cheek and breathing in desperately.
Common language is spoken in
quotation marks, while French is in « guillemets »x
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