Post by Snowfeather on Jan 24, 2007 0:26:27 GMT -5
//work with me people, i;m blonde//
Where is she off to now? Snowfeather asked himself as his eyes wandered over the hills and mountains of Koran, deeply searching them for the familiar brown pelt of his mate, Night. Snow could do nothing but think of the wonderful times that he had spent with Night in the forest that stretched wide as far as his eyes saw. Snow then drew his eyes to the West, where the territories of the Deor Pack laid. Many, many moons ago, Snow and Night had fallen deeply in love. They were torn between their packs, but Night had decided to leave Deor to raise her pups in Koran. In his heart, Snow knew why Night left so often and for so long. Deep down, he knew that her heart belonged with Deor. However, that was not where she would go. There was only one reason she leaves, to find herself.
The sound of playful banter brought Snow back to his senses. At his paws, his three pups rolled around on the ground, practicing their fighting skills needed to protect them on their live's journeys. "Off to bed with you now. No excuses." As the rest of the wolves crept into the den, he laid down on the rocky floor of the cave. Patience, Morrow, and Faolan all curled up next to him and fell fast to sleep. Before long, Snow felt himself growing tired as he slipped into his dreams.
The cold air bit at Snow's fur as he crept from the Koran den. He shook his pelt and longed to run into the night. He looked back, expecting to find his pups slumbering on the floor ofthe den, when to his surprise, where his pups had been, was Andre. This must be the past! Snow thought. As he ran to wake Andre and speak to him once again a voice in his dream told him, Run to her, she waits. Snow knew what he must do. Before long, he felt his paws carrying him to their old meeting place faster than they ever had before. As he came upon a hill, he looked down into the clearing. There, lapping at the stream water was Night, her brown pelt shining white in the moonlight. Snow crept into the bushes and gingerly snuck up on his mate, as if to tackle her in a playful way, when a strikingly familiar wolf flashed in front of him and seemed to do the job for him. As he looked down at the rustling couple, he realized what he was watching, he saw before him himself and Night, just about a year ago. He looked around quick and as his eyes flew back to where the two had been, he found they were no longer there. Sleeping alone, shivering in the cold, was Night. Snow lowered his body and curled up next to her warming her. They slept there together, as if nothing in the world would wake them.
Snow awoke with a jump. He found himself back in the den with his pups curled up right next to him. He searched the dark den for Night, however she was not there amongst them. Again, a voice sounded in his head. Run to her, she waits. Snow knew exactly what to do, his paws guided him toward their meeting place faster than even in his dreams. He once again, climbed the hill and looked down into the clearing. There, beside the stream, was Night. Snow padded gingerly up to her and licked her muzzle. No response, except for the rise and fall of her chest, Snow laid down next to her, just as he had in the dream. We will awake in the morning.
//Okay so that's the direction i'm going in for now. GOT IT?! Fenris, i hope Night posts soon.//
Where is she off to now? Snowfeather asked himself as his eyes wandered over the hills and mountains of Koran, deeply searching them for the familiar brown pelt of his mate, Night. Snow could do nothing but think of the wonderful times that he had spent with Night in the forest that stretched wide as far as his eyes saw. Snow then drew his eyes to the West, where the territories of the Deor Pack laid. Many, many moons ago, Snow and Night had fallen deeply in love. They were torn between their packs, but Night had decided to leave Deor to raise her pups in Koran. In his heart, Snow knew why Night left so often and for so long. Deep down, he knew that her heart belonged with Deor. However, that was not where she would go. There was only one reason she leaves, to find herself.
The sound of playful banter brought Snow back to his senses. At his paws, his three pups rolled around on the ground, practicing their fighting skills needed to protect them on their live's journeys. "Off to bed with you now. No excuses." As the rest of the wolves crept into the den, he laid down on the rocky floor of the cave. Patience, Morrow, and Faolan all curled up next to him and fell fast to sleep. Before long, Snow felt himself growing tired as he slipped into his dreams.
The cold air bit at Snow's fur as he crept from the Koran den. He shook his pelt and longed to run into the night. He looked back, expecting to find his pups slumbering on the floor ofthe den, when to his surprise, where his pups had been, was Andre. This must be the past! Snow thought. As he ran to wake Andre and speak to him once again a voice in his dream told him, Run to her, she waits. Snow knew what he must do. Before long, he felt his paws carrying him to their old meeting place faster than they ever had before. As he came upon a hill, he looked down into the clearing. There, lapping at the stream water was Night, her brown pelt shining white in the moonlight. Snow crept into the bushes and gingerly snuck up on his mate, as if to tackle her in a playful way, when a strikingly familiar wolf flashed in front of him and seemed to do the job for him. As he looked down at the rustling couple, he realized what he was watching, he saw before him himself and Night, just about a year ago. He looked around quick and as his eyes flew back to where the two had been, he found they were no longer there. Sleeping alone, shivering in the cold, was Night. Snow lowered his body and curled up next to her warming her. They slept there together, as if nothing in the world would wake them.
Snow awoke with a jump. He found himself back in the den with his pups curled up right next to him. He searched the dark den for Night, however she was not there amongst them. Again, a voice sounded in his head. Run to her, she waits. Snow knew exactly what to do, his paws guided him toward their meeting place faster than even in his dreams. He once again, climbed the hill and looked down into the clearing. There, beside the stream, was Night. Snow padded gingerly up to her and licked her muzzle. No response, except for the rise and fall of her chest, Snow laid down next to her, just as he had in the dream. We will awake in the morning.
//Okay so that's the direction i'm going in for now. GOT IT?! Fenris, i hope Night posts soon.//
