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 Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 8:26 pm
The gentle, pleasant voices of the larks filled the ears of the black and red ulaya as the sun dawned. Her ears twitched, and she stirred, flexing her claws as she raised her head from her paws. She yawned hugely, the sun glinting off her ivory teeth – the were not pearly white any longer; she was not young. However, she was not too bothered about her age, for although she edged closer and closer to the brink of degeneration with every passing minute, she chose to blissfully ignore that fact, and instead continue to take advantage of her agile limbs and acute senses... or almost all of her senses. The poor thing had lost the use of her eyes at a very young age, back when she was an angsty adolescent, full of a bitter detestation of the world. But that was before she went blind, when she was young and naïve. Ironically, her blindness opened her eyes; she missed the beauty of the world. She missed being an adept hunter, not having to rely purely on sounds, smells, and air disturbances. She missed being fully functional. She detested herself for not appreciating what she had, and for not appreciating the world of color, shapes, and faces. She wished she could see it again. The world of black was not an appealing place.
The night was far too long, and it depressed her to know that it would be a lifetime before she could even dream about another dawn.
No matter. Lefora had learned to accept this fate. She had come to terms with it, more or less. She had already lived in it for so long, and so far, she had got by fine, save a few stumbles [at least she liked to flatter herself and believe she hadn't been too much of a klutz, but she was well aware that was not the case.] Her other, remaining senses had come to compensate for the lack of one. Her hearing was keen, her sense of smell was so very acute, her sense of touch was far more sensitive than she had ever remembered it being. And on top of it all, she had learned to "sense" the things around her, through air disturbances. The compression of air when things were coming closer, the liberating sensation when they were farther away, the shifts in the air that came with movement. It was strange, but it worked, and she was not complaining.
She stood up now, stretching herself out. It was a new day, as the larks had told her through their beautiful morning song. It was a new day. She needed to continue telling herself that, for it seemed as though the night had never ended.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 10:38 pm
 Time did odd things to Asriel as it perhaps did to many like him. The restless soul had began to wander again the moment the days became warmer and the skies were not hindered by the onslaught of winter storms. He stayed close for a while, watching the female Lefora and perhaps cruelly observing without offer aid as she stumbled through life. However, he could not help her. An eagle cannot teach a penguin how to swim.
However, soon the call of habit was too strong and he began to wander again, far and wide. He avoided other as he always has and lived quietly. However, perhaps, finally, he had become weary of moving from place to place. But in any case, for some reason, he has been in this particular location for several months already.
A soft breeze passed him by and he froze. His head whipped around at the familiar sent and stared hard at the distance. A familiar form was made out and his red eyes watched her quietly and slightly in disbelief. He slowly began to move towards her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 1:43 am
There was a shift in the air, a slight one. It would not have bothered Lefora if that uncannily familiar scent did not waft by with it. She did not tense up with the mere thought of that winged ulaya as she had used to, and she certainly did not freeze in her tracks now that he was close. Or was he? Some time in the past, the far past, she used to chastise herself for believing he was around, for it seems like he never truly was. He came and went with the seasons; he manifested himself and then vanished all together like a sudden breeze. It was odd that she still felt a twinge of desire when it came to the chance to meet him again. She supposed it was understandable, after all, he was the last thing she ever truly saw, the last face, so she felt a strange connection to him, one almost off necessity, since his face was the most vivid image in her mind.
She clung to the image of him, as much as she had in the past, but she still did. It was not even so much because it was an image of him, but because of the colors that had been vividly preserved by the memory. The pale, icy blue of his coat, the darker blues of his wings, tail, and leopard spots, the rich reds of his ribbon and eyes, all strikingly different from the scene in the background of the setting sun, with its various hues of red, pink, yellow, orange, and purple. She missed colors. She remembered how much she used to detest colors, especially the bright, obnoxious ones, like pink and yellow. They gave her headaches. Now she would happily take a few clubs to the head with a rock if only she could see them again.
But obnoxious colors and beatings to the head did not matter, not right now. She was not going to ignore the winged ulaya's presence; it's not like she hated him. She could not hate him for his disappearance; after all, she knew she could not pin him to the ground. And she understood that dealing with the newly blind must have been tiresome, to say the least. She could not remember how many times she had crashed into him, and how bitter she must have been. She almost chuckled with the thought. No wonder he left. Yet he was moving towards her now; she could feel the air slowly compressing, and his scent growing stronger. She came to a gentle stop, her forepaws touching each other as she shook her hair into place, or at least, where she thought it should be. She turned her head in the direction of the approaching ulaya, a pleasant smile forming on her face. "Fancy seeing you again, Asriel."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:58 pm
"Lefora," he greeted simply. His red eyes, as blank and void of serious emotion as they have ever been. However, perhaps it was lucky for her that she could not see how dull his presented himself. Often his expression was like the surface of an ice-covered lake. The top was cold, solid, and unmoving; however, who know what kind of madness occurred below--what kind of life.
"How has the darkness been treating you?" He words were blunt and almost rude; however, it was that touch of concern laced through his voice that made you rethink his meaning. Never was he very good with words or interaction. His way of speaking offended many; however, luckily, he cared very little of others. Well, most others. He would not deny that he held his particular female in a strange and special part of his soul.
"It has certainly been too long."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:04 pm
She chuckled lightly with his question. "It's not so bad once you get used to it," she replied. "Though I won't lie; it's a pretty awful place. I mean, I don't think I would brood as much as about it if I had never been exposed to the world of sight." She shrugged, lightly tossing her tail. She suddenly became aware of the fact that she could not really look him in the eye, for she could not see his eyes. She must look quite retarded, head tilted to one side, staring in his general direction with her blank, milky eyes. She laughed again, her gaze falling to where the ground should be. "My mistake," she apologized. She had made quite a few uncomfortable with that blank, unfocused stare.
"It has been quite a long time," she agreed as she sat down. Her eyes were still directed downward, head tilted slightly to one side. She was rather surprised. This encounter had an ethereal quality, as if it was a dream. She had never expected meeting him again, not that every meeting in the past had been planned or expected. This one was different. It had been far too long. She hadn't even dreamed of seeing him again, for he was a nomadic bird, never staying in one place for long, taking to the skies, and vanishing without a trace. The world must be a small place, if he had come back. Then again, she hadn't the slightest idea how far she must have travelled on her blind amble through life. It had been a very, very long time.
"How have you been?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:24 pm
It was at times reassuring that she could not see his expression. He should be holding one of worry and compassion; however, his features remained blank. There was worry bubbling inside of him and touching the tone of his voice; however, for some reason, it was difficult for him to follow through and bring it into his appearances. Many become offended and find him heartless.
"Don't apologize for something you can't help," he responded gently to her discomfort. He had not notice her gaze until she flickered her eyes downwards. However, now he found himself memorized by the murky quality of her eyes. How strange.
"Nothing worth repeating," he replied simply, casting aside his times wandering like a passing memory. But it was exactly that. He lived too far into the cloud to resemble any form of solid existence--or it tends to feel that way. The world passed like a drug-induced blur to him. Sometime it was peaceful but mostly just empty and quiet with a cold breeze.
"But your other senses must have gotten better?" He walked slowly to her right side as though to test his question.
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