Post by Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem on Oct 27, 2008 1:33:14 GMT -6
The air moved in gentle rushes over The Valley of the Stars and with it the cool feel of autumn’s most wondrous touch. It was a welcome feeling, this last hold of summer’s warmth with just a glimpse of what was to come in the frozen hands of winter. Things were changing so fast in rich colors of bright gold, and deep red. The battles were over, peace falling where once was chaos, and he had a home—a real home.
Deep inside the valley, his land stretched the flat plane of its depth, where the water rushed from hot springs over flat stones and into the sea. Fields of barley placed out like a golden rug under his feet, Maahes loved to sit upon the outer shell of the aged traditional Japanese style temple, and watch as Anulia’s Komor grazed with the sheep of the fleece downs. What a sight that was, this massive African beauty, the rose among thorns, lounging with Scotland’s finest as if they were friends dated long before the dawn of time. It was funny how animals could learn to get along, with even the strangest of creatures. Yet, society was much different with people only slightly different then the cookie cut shape of ‘normal’.
With his illness gone, and wounds healing quickly; The Beast then rest inside a seat Anulia had built just for him. Pillows plush and full filled a chair that sat upright, but swung in the breeze. It was from her tribal home that had to keep their bedding from the jungle floor. Amber orbs of golden brown watched the road with idle motions as he was waiting.
Maahes’s fever had brought him home from a treasure hunt with his dearest friends. It had broken him from his wife, and left her to tend to her own demise without even his knowledge she was missing. Yet..he could see it in their faces, and felt it in their fake smiles that something was not right. When his fever broke his eyes had opened only to find the caring gaze of one of his oldest friends, but not the celadon eyes of his wife. Though, he was thankful to still have Anulia’s loyalty, Maahes could not help but question the whereabouts of his beloved. However, as he did with all his emotions he bottled them, and kept silent with his inner monologue.
No body ever knew any different. To them he was a machine, who killed upon call. He did not worry about the whereabouts of his woman. To them he only took her as his wife to bare his child, and grant him an heir—starting all over. No one ever knew that on the inside of that brash overbearing heated fool was a heart that beat like all the rest. Inside he carried hope, faith, and most of all love—a love he shared with very few, but a love he was not willing to give on just yet.
Days turned to weeks, but still he sat; unable to bring himself to even blink. Sleep came in short intervals, and he only ate when forced. This was simply his way of coping with what everyone else knew, but not a soul told him. ‘She’s gone, Maahes.’
On one particular day, when the sun was beaming through the fiery treetops, and the falling leaves rustled at his feet, he laced the silver chain of her locket through his fingers and felt the rays warm his back. It was then he felt, a presence not of his own or even of grounded soul, but that of her fallen son; whose hair was closed up inside that pendant that swung from the necklace he held with that of his own, and Ealora's.
“I would have loved you, you know.” Maahes found himself speaking to the ghost over his shoulder, the air against is back, “just as you were my own.” There was a moment of silence that would have perhaps snapped him from this dream, had the wind not picked up and shifted with a breath…
“I know.”
With keeping his head forward, and eyes upon the road before him, Maahes’s lips parted to ask a question that plagued him..tore at him, and one he was not sure he even wanted the answer to. Yet, why else was Issa here with him?
“Is she still alive?” So quiet this rich deep voice, that bellowed from his chest like rumbling thunder in the distance, but words were so full of the raw emotion of what would be the greatest tragedy of his life.
“What does your heart tell you?”
The child’s voice suddenly sounded like that of a grown man. Perhaps the man he would have been had his life not ended so soon. It was firm, defiant like that of his mother, but to the point as like his own. And just like that he was gone, as the cold feeling returned with the sun gone behind a cloud. Issa had left just as he came, upon the back of the wind of change with one question still unanswered. Yet, all he had to do was listen to what his heart was already saying.
African drums, fierce and free like the tribal ancestors of lives long gone, beat under his massive chest. The rhythm set to song that sung of freedom and forgiveness. It danced to the tune of truth and loyalty. Her bravery was the hands that beat the stretched leather in sync with his heart.
Ealora was alive.
Deep inside the valley, his land stretched the flat plane of its depth, where the water rushed from hot springs over flat stones and into the sea. Fields of barley placed out like a golden rug under his feet, Maahes loved to sit upon the outer shell of the aged traditional Japanese style temple, and watch as Anulia’s Komor grazed with the sheep of the fleece downs. What a sight that was, this massive African beauty, the rose among thorns, lounging with Scotland’s finest as if they were friends dated long before the dawn of time. It was funny how animals could learn to get along, with even the strangest of creatures. Yet, society was much different with people only slightly different then the cookie cut shape of ‘normal’.
With his illness gone, and wounds healing quickly; The Beast then rest inside a seat Anulia had built just for him. Pillows plush and full filled a chair that sat upright, but swung in the breeze. It was from her tribal home that had to keep their bedding from the jungle floor. Amber orbs of golden brown watched the road with idle motions as he was waiting.
Maahes’s fever had brought him home from a treasure hunt with his dearest friends. It had broken him from his wife, and left her to tend to her own demise without even his knowledge she was missing. Yet..he could see it in their faces, and felt it in their fake smiles that something was not right. When his fever broke his eyes had opened only to find the caring gaze of one of his oldest friends, but not the celadon eyes of his wife. Though, he was thankful to still have Anulia’s loyalty, Maahes could not help but question the whereabouts of his beloved. However, as he did with all his emotions he bottled them, and kept silent with his inner monologue.
No body ever knew any different. To them he was a machine, who killed upon call. He did not worry about the whereabouts of his woman. To them he only took her as his wife to bare his child, and grant him an heir—starting all over. No one ever knew that on the inside of that brash overbearing heated fool was a heart that beat like all the rest. Inside he carried hope, faith, and most of all love—a love he shared with very few, but a love he was not willing to give on just yet.
Days turned to weeks, but still he sat; unable to bring himself to even blink. Sleep came in short intervals, and he only ate when forced. This was simply his way of coping with what everyone else knew, but not a soul told him. ‘She’s gone, Maahes.’
On one particular day, when the sun was beaming through the fiery treetops, and the falling leaves rustled at his feet, he laced the silver chain of her locket through his fingers and felt the rays warm his back. It was then he felt, a presence not of his own or even of grounded soul, but that of her fallen son; whose hair was closed up inside that pendant that swung from the necklace he held with that of his own, and Ealora's.
“I would have loved you, you know.” Maahes found himself speaking to the ghost over his shoulder, the air against is back, “just as you were my own.” There was a moment of silence that would have perhaps snapped him from this dream, had the wind not picked up and shifted with a breath…
“I know.”
With keeping his head forward, and eyes upon the road before him, Maahes’s lips parted to ask a question that plagued him..tore at him, and one he was not sure he even wanted the answer to. Yet, why else was Issa here with him?
“Is she still alive?” So quiet this rich deep voice, that bellowed from his chest like rumbling thunder in the distance, but words were so full of the raw emotion of what would be the greatest tragedy of his life.
“What does your heart tell you?”
The child’s voice suddenly sounded like that of a grown man. Perhaps the man he would have been had his life not ended so soon. It was firm, defiant like that of his mother, but to the point as like his own. And just like that he was gone, as the cold feeling returned with the sun gone behind a cloud. Issa had left just as he came, upon the back of the wind of change with one question still unanswered. Yet, all he had to do was listen to what his heart was already saying.
African drums, fierce and free like the tribal ancestors of lives long gone, beat under his massive chest. The rhythm set to song that sung of freedom and forgiveness. It danced to the tune of truth and loyalty. Her bravery was the hands that beat the stretched leather in sync with his heart.
Ealora was alive.
