Post by Tarkah on Feb 18, 2005 21:49:28 GMT -5
A cooling breeze swept through Tarkah as she opened her eyelids. But it was sunny, now snow in sight. What she saw was a meadow. full of flowers but the colour was dinted. The hues of bright red,orange and green were mized with a mournful gray. "Where am I?"
Tarkah scanned the area, Was she dead? Her gaze then fell upon a wolf. And Tarkah could never mistaken her identity. It was Bila. "Bila! Where are we?" But she did not answer nor did she even look at the ivory varg. Tarkah could not have known that this figure was only her memory of Bila. Tarkah stared at her. Her beautiful facial features and that proud grin on her maw. She would never let anyone boss her around, not even her own sister.
Tarkah then remembered, the fight, the brawl as the snow fell silently in the depths of Koran. Tarkah gasped. were they both dead? Tarkah ran a few paces when her paw sank into a puddle. Tarkah looked into the puddle and saw the koran land. And the two dying drappas lying side by side. Tarkah lifted her head from it. So they were dead.
But Bila then turned her head to Tarkah and words had come out from her now opened maw "Peace! Don’t fight with us…anymore…peace…please!?”. Tarkah stammered and nodded. "I promise." and after Tarkah had said those two words the landscape started to blur, the figure of Bila had begun to get distorted and fading away. Slowly everything turned int blackness and when Tarkah reopened her eyes her golden orbs gleamed. She looked around, seeing a snow flake land on her nose. The cold wind ripping through her bloodied body. She was back. Tarkah could not move but she heard the footsteps of another. Tarkah could only shut her eyes. Why did they bring her back to life? For all she had done why did they send her back? They should've sent Bila back. Tarkah shuddered as Fiory came closer a evident snarl was on her facade. Though Tarkah could not see her, she could picture it. But what Tarkah heard next brought pain much more unbearable then any inficted wound. Tarkah shivered at Fiory's words, But Tarkah would not fight. She would not even reply if Fiory challanged her. She had made a promise to Bila. And that promise she intended to keep. Tarkah waited, waited for Fiory to sink her canines into the helpless lump, to end her life for once and for all. But it did not come. Only words stabbed her. But to Tarkah they were still much more painful.
The wind blew, and the snow fell. The sun rose and the moon sank. The birds flew south when time comes, and the spring glory lure them back. A life was lost, another was won. But what is in between only Tor can tell. But as Tarkah lay there, emptyness taking over her she heard the pawsteps of Fiory. Slowly lifting Bila out of Koran. Slowly they departed and at that moment no more were their paws found upon Koran soil, At that moment time was stopped, at that moment the wind blew no more, at that moment Tarkah felt lonlier then ever. Even the presence of Bila brought company, and now she was goen too. All alone. She was all alone. The Koran drappa was all alone. And at that moment a tear fell from her golden orbs. She took a heaving sigh and closed her great golden eyes.
Tarkah scanned the area, Was she dead? Her gaze then fell upon a wolf. And Tarkah could never mistaken her identity. It was Bila. "Bila! Where are we?" But she did not answer nor did she even look at the ivory varg. Tarkah could not have known that this figure was only her memory of Bila. Tarkah stared at her. Her beautiful facial features and that proud grin on her maw. She would never let anyone boss her around, not even her own sister.
Tarkah then remembered, the fight, the brawl as the snow fell silently in the depths of Koran. Tarkah gasped. were they both dead? Tarkah ran a few paces when her paw sank into a puddle. Tarkah looked into the puddle and saw the koran land. And the two dying drappas lying side by side. Tarkah lifted her head from it. So they were dead.
But Bila then turned her head to Tarkah and words had come out from her now opened maw "Peace! Don’t fight with us…anymore…peace…please!?”. Tarkah stammered and nodded. "I promise." and after Tarkah had said those two words the landscape started to blur, the figure of Bila had begun to get distorted and fading away. Slowly everything turned int blackness and when Tarkah reopened her eyes her golden orbs gleamed. She looked around, seeing a snow flake land on her nose. The cold wind ripping through her bloodied body. She was back. Tarkah could not move but she heard the footsteps of another. Tarkah could only shut her eyes. Why did they bring her back to life? For all she had done why did they send her back? They should've sent Bila back. Tarkah shuddered as Fiory came closer a evident snarl was on her facade. Though Tarkah could not see her, she could picture it. But what Tarkah heard next brought pain much more unbearable then any inficted wound. Tarkah shivered at Fiory's words, But Tarkah would not fight. She would not even reply if Fiory challanged her. She had made a promise to Bila. And that promise she intended to keep. Tarkah waited, waited for Fiory to sink her canines into the helpless lump, to end her life for once and for all. But it did not come. Only words stabbed her. But to Tarkah they were still much more painful.
The wind blew, and the snow fell. The sun rose and the moon sank. The birds flew south when time comes, and the spring glory lure them back. A life was lost, another was won. But what is in between only Tor can tell. But as Tarkah lay there, emptyness taking over her she heard the pawsteps of Fiory. Slowly lifting Bila out of Koran. Slowly they departed and at that moment no more were their paws found upon Koran soil, At that moment time was stopped, at that moment the wind blew no more, at that moment Tarkah felt lonlier then ever. Even the presence of Bila brought company, and now she was goen too. All alone. She was all alone. The Koran drappa was all alone. And at that moment a tear fell from her golden orbs. She took a heaving sigh and closed her great golden eyes.
