Post by Dane on Mar 26, 2008 23:01:13 GMT -5
Sometimes when we're young, and always on the run
It gets so dark, and I know that place
It gets so dark, and I know that place
For the longest time, no words passed between them. The chilling silence and stillness of the forest that followed Dakota's rasping breaths provided a moment of reflection for both of the males. Emotions thought to be dead and buried were making a steady, upwards incline, and breaking through the barriers of subconsciousness where they could now be felt fully and throughout. Dane could find no words to soothe the expectant silence, no amends to offer the thick air around them. All he could do was stare at the ground beneath his old friends paws, and silently agree with his whispered revelations.
He had almost forgotten how alike the two of them were; that they had both faced their own demons and been consumed by darknesses of different kinds. Guilt and shame were no better than corruption and weakness of the soul, and the two of them still had a lot to learn both for themselves and from eachother. While a night spent talking of these weaknesses and sharing similar feelings of hopelessness might have been enough to repair, at least partially, the trenches they had dug, the molten male made no attempt to step forward and claim such responsibility, while the ebon male left little time for such an initiative to be taken.
Interrupting the silence came Dakota's voice. It sounded somewhat forced as though he had to concentrate closely to get his words straight. Dane found his demand reasonable, and in truth, wanted nothing more than to scamper back to his packlands and hide in the farthest reaches of the labyrinth dens, safe in their embrace from the building tension and tendrils of doubt. He found himself taking a step back to mirror the step forward Dakota had taken. It almost seemed to allude to how difficult the ebon male's task would be. What had he gotten himself into? He's chasing ghosts, Dane thought, torn between the sad helplessness for his condition and a sharp pity for the male's forlorn objective.
There was something in the male's voice that offered a strand of hope. Strength had returned to his tone that promised a rekindled brotherhood and restoration of happiness for the both of them. What was left of the old Dane wanted to believe these promises, though the new, wiser Dane knew that pursuing such follies would only lead to an inevitable disappointment that would be all-too familiar. Still, the mere thought of the return of such a careless and free lifestyle was something he couldn't help but hope for. He had placed at least an ounce of faith in this mann, and only time would tell if such an act would be a mistake. Only after witnessing his friend's departure did he reveal a small, sad smile; and after time seemed to stretch a ridiculous amount in the ebon male's absence, he let two simple words fall from his maw before turning and rushing headlong back to Sarnes.
"Good bye"
So don't be too concerned, you've got a lot to learn
Well so do I, and we've got plenty of time
Well so do I, and we've got plenty of time
((Thanks for an amazing thread, Dak. This post finishes it off.))