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Post by writtenphoto on Apr 24, 2012 16:26:57 GMT -5
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The stallion laid in an area full of trees, the tropical sounds of birds and cicada's making their normal sounds comforted Kiva in his sleep that he had just started waking up this morning.
Kiva slept with his head up right, his nose touching the ground as he slept. And Pit usually made a bed of himself right in front of the stallion’s chest. Stealing part of the warmth from the stallion.
His sleep wasn’t as pleasant as he usually had made it. He had wandered through the area in search of a place to bed down, and it was hard seeing as it was rainy and dark at the same time. That and being bestowed with one eye that wasn’t blind didn’t make it any easier.
He was thoroughly soaked by the time he had bedded down. And having nightmares of his childhood didn’t make it easier at all.
The sound of Wives singing lullabies to their foals. He’d remembered the words like they were printed on his body like a scar.
Run to the holy ground, Make it sacred, By nurturing it with your prays, Give everything up to make sure it thrives, Kill the shadows who lurk, For you shall be rewarded with a soul.
They were the words the Wives of the herd he grew up in made up to teach the foals of the importance of the gods. His herd was highly religious. But it never grew on him; the words of being respectful to the gods never struck him. It more often floated through his mind.
He’d remembered the words of course. It was a nursery rhyme that he had heard his whole life.
He’d only remembered it for all these years because all the Wives and those in his herd were washed away by the Tsunami that fell onto the island. He’d gotten his head caught in a tangle of tree roots, waters drowning him into unconsciousness. He’d woken up with his head free, his body moved onto the beach. And his eyesight was lost in one night.
He was only a year old when it happened, he’d come across a bloody rock that he believe knocked out his left eyes sight. He’d never really cared how he lost it, because it was gone. And there was no getting it back.
He’d always said it was a rock, and that was a final discussion.
Pit shivered from Kiva shifting in his position on the ground. On the days after losing his herd, he’d often sang the song to comfort himself in his survival.
That was when he first travelled to the mainland, in search for a comforting home. He’d made the Cognar his home for a considerably long time. In which where he met a small swallow. Nothing ill was upon the young sparrow; he was just wandering around and decided that Kiva was a new home. They’d shared names in their young heartedness, and simply stuck with each other.
And Kiva, finding the Mainland waning to his taste, left for the islands.
“An which I never learned any other language than my mother tongue.” He said in a lazy like way. in the air for no reason.
“Mən arvadlarý əldən…” He said switching into his Mother language. His voice growing quiet, Pit didn’t know the language, because he never spoke it at all in front of the bird. He didn’t want anyone to take his only secret away from this land.
OCC: No need to create a long post, I was having my muse flowing really bad.
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