Losing You
#1 of Losing You
Demi Azurewing (AKA Metallic Slate) presents this random collection of thoughts that formed into a new story. :p. Also, introducing Demi, my second fursona.
Also, this is after my other story 'Blood-Bound' You do not have to read that story for this one to make sense, though.
Part 1 (Lunar Forest)
The moon had just risen above the horizon, it's form a bare sliver against the dark sky. Trees swayed in the silent breeze, clacking branches against each other. A howl was heard in the distance as clouds covered the lunar sliver, casting the area into pure darkness.
Waves could be seen in the distance, crashing upon the shore without a noise, as I was too far away to hear. I stared sadly at the beach and felt the tears pour down my cheeks as I wished for something, anything, that would change what had happened.
I sniffled slightly and wrapped my arms around my knees tighter, rubbing at the small feathers there. I wiped a tear away with a finger and watched sadly as the moon came back into view. The sea was lit by its meager light, making it shine beautifully.
I clenched my my eyes shut hard, not wanting to see beauty when the only thing I could feel was pain.
I sighed and let a small, sad chirp from my beak, again turning away from the sea. I shivered slightly as the breeze worked its way through my feathers. The forest seemed dark, but it matched me so well I didn't want to leave. I felt as if I could fade into these trees and never come out. I didn't want to come out.
I wrapped my arms close and walked deeper into it's darkness, not caring as it swallowed me whole. Eventually I made it to a clearing. The moon had risen and was directly above me, casting it's light on the grass that grew in the middle.
A few more tears escaped as I slid down into the soft blades, breathing the deep earthy scent. I set a stone next to me and watched as it settled into the grass itself. It was polished slate. I laughed humorlessly as the moon shone from it, as it had the day I'd found it.
Tiran had taken me to the glade that he had gotten lost in all those years ago. I simply stared at the rock, remembering how I had been so happy and carefree. The glade had been dull without the rain Tiran had seen when he had first come there. As the moon had risen it glinted off of one stone, the rest simply absorbing the light. I had picked up the egg shaped stone and now here it was, laying next to me.
I stared at the reflective surface and shivered again. This time it wasn't the wind, and I looked around. There was warmth on my chest and the silver marking glittered in the dark as the moon was taken by clouds. The trees whispered their secrets above me, the sound sending more shivers down my spine. I stood and walked the edge of the clearing, staring into the dark night.
It seemed as if I was being watched, but I could not tell where from. My ice blue eyes glinted against the dark and I tried to see as I thought I saw the shadows move. It was as if there was something out there. I felt my face go numb. There were dark figures moving through the dark. My sadness was driven away and i grabbed onto a branch, pulling myself up as three shadows moved into the clearing.
They formed into the distinct shape of dragons and I watched as they layed an injured comrade into the soft grass. More formed behind the first three and I watched in wonder as dragons formed from seemingly nothing. There was a wide range of colors, but most seemed to have black somewhere on them.
Tribal markings covered their shoulders and muzzles. As I watched a shaman walked forward and chanted over the fallen one. He was dark colored. His scales gleamed black in the moon while his belly and lower jaw were a dark blue that reminded me of the depths of the sea.
The red scaled shaman eventually shook his head and led the way out of the clearing. The others did not spare a backwards glance to their fallen comrade. After the sounds of their feet were out of hearing I dropped to the ground, moving to the dragon laying on the ground.
I traced the tribal tattoo that adorned his left arm and then felt for a pulse. It was there, but weak. He stirred slightly at my touch and his slitted eyes flicked open. I gasped when I saw that they were the same blue as his chest. I fell into those eyes.
"Why are you here?" he questioned, voice weak. "Only the tribes move through these forests."
I startled out of my half trance and my mind turned back to why I was here. Tears once again flooded my eyes as the images passed through my mind.
"I am alone." I whispered, my voice surprisingly steady.
"As am I." he said back, a weak grin coming to his face.
"How were you injured? Can I get anything for you?"
He shook his head, then looked thoughtful for a second. "If you would lay with me, it would be appreciated.
I layed next to him and stared at the stars, picking out the constellations that Tiran had taught me. It hurt to think about him, but the tightness was fading as I let my mind drift.
"I am Demi." the dragon next to me said, his voice soft compared to the way he looked.
"Demi?" I asked, confused. It was much shorter than most dragon names I had ever heard.
"Short for Demisidiquios." he clarified, catching my confused tone.
"I am..." I had almost said Slate, but that was wrong. I was no longer Slate, for Slate did not exist without Tiran. I held in a shuddering breath, my sadness coming back full force. I though of the ocean, its deep blue depths and how they reminded me of my feathers.
"I am Azure." I stated finally, having surfaced from the pain of loss.
The dragon, Demi, nodded and a slight shuddering breath left his lips. I realized now why he had been left behind.
He was dying.