Earth Eternal Chpt 2 pt 1
Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 8:25 pm
Earth Eternal
Chapter two; Part one
Hearts of One
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. Never did. Never will. Thanks to all who have read and will read... You're little rays of sunshine. ^__^
Enjoy!
~MBF
Sleep never resided well in him. Perhaps it was because he was a human and humans beget worry for reasons even they never comprehended. But he, believing he had no reasoning to live as every other human, did not take it upon himself to place his lack of sleep upon anything other than nightmarish events that had occurred in his hellish existence. Perhaps, his mind awakened and reminded him, it is your drive to kill the beast that has escaped you for so long.
The beast.
His head jolted upright and was immediately cursed with precise shooting pains. The unwelcome feeling flooded throughout his body --finding each separate vertebra as welcome household to new agonizing sensations. When the pain dulled enough so that he could think, he became aware of the ache that swam along the muscles of his body.
He could only compare it to working in the fields for days without rest in the burning sun. Sighing, he tried to move his calloused hand to massage his shoulder when he realized his hands had been replaced.
Within seconds, he was on his feet, gasping in horror at his hideous transformation. In his frenzy, he did not make out the girl in white sitting on an extended tree branch above him. He would not have heard her call to him had it not been for every noise stopping at the sound of her voice. When she called and all was silenced, he refused to look at her?even when his hunter instinct told him where she was. And, strangely, he could somehow sense her heartbeat from his own?
He did not turn her way or acknowledge her. It gave him time to assess himself.
His once strong hands were now hooves of golden hue that begged to fly upon a hill...to the tops of mountains?to the very sun itself. His stern new muscles taunted him with their might. His anger, however, overruled his body, and his stood.
His once unruly chocolate mass of hair had been manipulated into sheets of white angel caresses. His skin, once the epitome from his days in the field, now captured the color of darkness itself.
A male unicorn.
A black unicorn.
Black as the raven?s feathers and three times as soft. A horn of pure white had formed on his brow, and a star, much like the one on her human forehead, had made a home around the winding spiral.
The woods held their silence, and, eventually, his heart told him to look her way. He settled.
?What have you done?? he seethed. His elongated head turned swiftly to glare at her.
His eyes were still the same.
She laughed at him. The ringing sensation of her laughter ricocheting in his ears was infuriatingly itching. Each individual hair inside his horrid new ears pricked at his skin and made it tingle.
?You have become what you sought, hunter,? she said behind liquid eyes. The corner of her lips lifted, and she tilted her human head to the side. ?What are you thinking??
?You will pay for this,? he whispered. His eyes contained such violent anger, and his voice dripped with such powerful venom that she felt his hatred eat at her heart. It attacked her with severity?enough so, that she had to clutch her chest to try to dull the pain his eyes inflicted. Hers widened?enough so that he could see the depths of the ocean that resided inside her orbs. Thoughts of his scaring her were gone as he beheld the beauty that lived so simply inside her.
?Your threats, hunter, are empty,? she was beside him before he even saw her move.
Sagacious and graceful once more.
Her gentle hand found its way to his surprisingly soft mane?so tame in the gentle summer wind. Her voice whispered to him; taunted him. ?You will stay like me until the time is right.? She felt her heart beat with his?the pattern soothed the fear that he had placed on her heart, and she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.
When he realized that he was housing her touch, he neighed and stomped his feet. The anger in his body shook the forest floor and the animals that had gathered (those who considered it safe) around her had soon disappeared once more. The trees moaned in protest and tried to move their branches out of the way of his murderous hooves.
She remained still.
?A lesson,? she said quietly, ?will be learned by humans this day.?
He moved away from her swiftly.
Gracefully.
Like her?
His horn was aimed at her heart.
?If you kill me, hunter, you shan?t return to your true form.?
He did not relinquish his pose.
?I know,? she said, suddenly glowing, ?what is in your heart, hunter. I know why you hunt my people.? The light around her intensified and filled the gaps between leaves and the intimate spaces between each blade of grass.
She was herself in front of him.
The image of all he sought to destroy.
A unicorn.
She was pure white. Her mane, her horn, her soul?all whiter than snow?
And yet, after all the light had flown with her changing, she still captured a glow about her that held his gaze and attention.
?I know all about your heart, hunter?I know what we?my people?have done to you.?
And still, his horn held true.
Chapter two; Part one
Hearts of One
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. Never did. Never will. Thanks to all who have read and will read... You're little rays of sunshine. ^__^
Enjoy!
~MBF
Sleep never resided well in him. Perhaps it was because he was a human and humans beget worry for reasons even they never comprehended. But he, believing he had no reasoning to live as every other human, did not take it upon himself to place his lack of sleep upon anything other than nightmarish events that had occurred in his hellish existence. Perhaps, his mind awakened and reminded him, it is your drive to kill the beast that has escaped you for so long.
The beast.
His head jolted upright and was immediately cursed with precise shooting pains. The unwelcome feeling flooded throughout his body --finding each separate vertebra as welcome household to new agonizing sensations. When the pain dulled enough so that he could think, he became aware of the ache that swam along the muscles of his body.
He could only compare it to working in the fields for days without rest in the burning sun. Sighing, he tried to move his calloused hand to massage his shoulder when he realized his hands had been replaced.
Within seconds, he was on his feet, gasping in horror at his hideous transformation. In his frenzy, he did not make out the girl in white sitting on an extended tree branch above him. He would not have heard her call to him had it not been for every noise stopping at the sound of her voice. When she called and all was silenced, he refused to look at her?even when his hunter instinct told him where she was. And, strangely, he could somehow sense her heartbeat from his own?
He did not turn her way or acknowledge her. It gave him time to assess himself.
His once strong hands were now hooves of golden hue that begged to fly upon a hill...to the tops of mountains?to the very sun itself. His stern new muscles taunted him with their might. His anger, however, overruled his body, and his stood.
His once unruly chocolate mass of hair had been manipulated into sheets of white angel caresses. His skin, once the epitome from his days in the field, now captured the color of darkness itself.
A male unicorn.
A black unicorn.
Black as the raven?s feathers and three times as soft. A horn of pure white had formed on his brow, and a star, much like the one on her human forehead, had made a home around the winding spiral.
The woods held their silence, and, eventually, his heart told him to look her way. He settled.
?What have you done?? he seethed. His elongated head turned swiftly to glare at her.
His eyes were still the same.
She laughed at him. The ringing sensation of her laughter ricocheting in his ears was infuriatingly itching. Each individual hair inside his horrid new ears pricked at his skin and made it tingle.
?You have become what you sought, hunter,? she said behind liquid eyes. The corner of her lips lifted, and she tilted her human head to the side. ?What are you thinking??
?You will pay for this,? he whispered. His eyes contained such violent anger, and his voice dripped with such powerful venom that she felt his hatred eat at her heart. It attacked her with severity?enough so, that she had to clutch her chest to try to dull the pain his eyes inflicted. Hers widened?enough so that he could see the depths of the ocean that resided inside her orbs. Thoughts of his scaring her were gone as he beheld the beauty that lived so simply inside her.
?Your threats, hunter, are empty,? she was beside him before he even saw her move.
Sagacious and graceful once more.
Her gentle hand found its way to his surprisingly soft mane?so tame in the gentle summer wind. Her voice whispered to him; taunted him. ?You will stay like me until the time is right.? She felt her heart beat with his?the pattern soothed the fear that he had placed on her heart, and she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.
When he realized that he was housing her touch, he neighed and stomped his feet. The anger in his body shook the forest floor and the animals that had gathered (those who considered it safe) around her had soon disappeared once more. The trees moaned in protest and tried to move their branches out of the way of his murderous hooves.
She remained still.
?A lesson,? she said quietly, ?will be learned by humans this day.?
He moved away from her swiftly.
Gracefully.
Like her?
His horn was aimed at her heart.
?If you kill me, hunter, you shan?t return to your true form.?
He did not relinquish his pose.
?I know,? she said, suddenly glowing, ?what is in your heart, hunter. I know why you hunt my people.? The light around her intensified and filled the gaps between leaves and the intimate spaces between each blade of grass.
She was herself in front of him.
The image of all he sought to destroy.
A unicorn.
She was pure white. Her mane, her horn, her soul?all whiter than snow?
And yet, after all the light had flown with her changing, she still captured a glow about her that held his gaze and attention.
?I know all about your heart, hunter?I know what we?my people?have done to you.?
And still, his horn held true.
