Post by Fiory on Feb 16, 2005 20:46:33 GMT -5
[glow=purple,9,000]The mountains seemed to be calmer today, then they had been all winter. Their sharp jagged ends still prodded the greyed sky. The trees below stayed silent and still, and a dark shape moved across the snowed ground, making it's way toward one of the peaks. Snow lightly fell upon the black figure, but her pace did not slow nor stop in any way.
The ebony she wolf kept going, climbing the mountain that eventually overlooked a human's settlement. Her paws crunched in what little snow was left at the base of the mountain, making her way up the trail to the top. Humans had taken this trail several times before, for the same reason Fiory took it now.
"You were once, my one companion, you were all that mattered....
You were once, a friend and father...then my world, was shattered....
Wishing you were somehow, here again...Wishing you were somehow near...
Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here...
Wishing I could hear your voice again...Knowing that I never would...
Dreaming of you, helped me to do, all that you dreamed I could...
Passing bells...and sculpted angels, cold and monumental...
Seemed for you, the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle..."
Little figures littered the trail as it neared the top. The snow grew heavier but Fiory did not stop. Her golden optics watched as each little frozen bell she passed stayed silent, each little carved figure upon the rock's faces never moved. Her face stayed hung low and her maw pointed toward the sky. Every step she took, the clouds seemed to part and shine a sparkle of Fenris's rays upon her oncoming path. Halfway up the mountain's face sat a large boulder, covered in snow and ice. The ebony she wolf gave a gentle sniff as she neared it's large surface. Her song was quiet as she had climbed, ringing off of the peak's edges and echoing into nothingness, only up toward the heavens. Some time ago, back in the summer time, Bristol and herself had climbed this very mountain, racing one another to this spot where she now sat frozen in sorrow.
They had shared the sunset together, sitting comfortably by one another's side upon this rock, which had before looked so homey and inviting. Now it looked like death. It looked cold like the stone that it was and seemed to have no color but black covered in white snow. The light snowflakes stuck to the young new Drappa's fur, and Fiory put her front paws deep within the gathered snow. Upon lifting out of the prints she had made, a crystaline tear rolled down her raven black cheek.
To many years, fighting back tears...Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow, here again..knowing we must say goodbye...
Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try..
No..more...memories, no more silent tears, no more, gazing across the wasted years......
She was paying her respects, asking for her long dead mate's guidance. Asking for his pressence back into her broken heart that would always be his. Her children were bastards to this world, for Bristol was gone, and all the young mother and Drappa of List had left was the memories that she kept so deep to her melted heart. They flooded to her eyes as her black lids shut softly and she could almost feel Bristol's warm neck fur against her muzzle again like in the previous summer time. A smile came to her lips in the silence as the snow slowly stopped falling and Fenris flowed his grand sparkling rays upon the boulder and the mourning she-varg. Slowly, Fiory's agile frame stood again, and with one last backwards glance, she left the place. Her trip down the mountain side took less time then it had going up, and in the distance as if coming from the heaven's, echoes of her mourning song whispered into her tanned gold auditories. Her tassel wagged as she reached the bottom leap off the mountain's side, and once at the edge of the forest back to her home territory, she looked back once more. The mountain, which had looked so dead and defeated by the harsh winter seemed warmed now. It seemed, like winter's icey paws were lifting, if ever slowly, and Fenris's soft rays lighted it gently as the clouds continued to spread. The echoes of the mountain still rang in the storyteller's ears as the swift and agile femme ran back to her pack, to her two daughters, and to her son....
Help me say....goodbye....Help me say...goodbye.....
((Song copyright to Andrew Lloyd Weber, of the Phantom of the Opera))[/glow]
The ebony she wolf kept going, climbing the mountain that eventually overlooked a human's settlement. Her paws crunched in what little snow was left at the base of the mountain, making her way up the trail to the top. Humans had taken this trail several times before, for the same reason Fiory took it now.
"You were once, my one companion, you were all that mattered....
You were once, a friend and father...then my world, was shattered....
Wishing you were somehow, here again...Wishing you were somehow near...
Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here...
Wishing I could hear your voice again...Knowing that I never would...
Dreaming of you, helped me to do, all that you dreamed I could...
Passing bells...and sculpted angels, cold and monumental...
Seemed for you, the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle..."
Little figures littered the trail as it neared the top. The snow grew heavier but Fiory did not stop. Her golden optics watched as each little frozen bell she passed stayed silent, each little carved figure upon the rock's faces never moved. Her face stayed hung low and her maw pointed toward the sky. Every step she took, the clouds seemed to part and shine a sparkle of Fenris's rays upon her oncoming path. Halfway up the mountain's face sat a large boulder, covered in snow and ice. The ebony she wolf gave a gentle sniff as she neared it's large surface. Her song was quiet as she had climbed, ringing off of the peak's edges and echoing into nothingness, only up toward the heavens. Some time ago, back in the summer time, Bristol and herself had climbed this very mountain, racing one another to this spot where she now sat frozen in sorrow.
They had shared the sunset together, sitting comfortably by one another's side upon this rock, which had before looked so homey and inviting. Now it looked like death. It looked cold like the stone that it was and seemed to have no color but black covered in white snow. The light snowflakes stuck to the young new Drappa's fur, and Fiory put her front paws deep within the gathered snow. Upon lifting out of the prints she had made, a crystaline tear rolled down her raven black cheek.
To many years, fighting back tears...Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow, here again..knowing we must say goodbye...
Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try..
No..more...memories, no more silent tears, no more, gazing across the wasted years......
She was paying her respects, asking for her long dead mate's guidance. Asking for his pressence back into her broken heart that would always be his. Her children were bastards to this world, for Bristol was gone, and all the young mother and Drappa of List had left was the memories that she kept so deep to her melted heart. They flooded to her eyes as her black lids shut softly and she could almost feel Bristol's warm neck fur against her muzzle again like in the previous summer time. A smile came to her lips in the silence as the snow slowly stopped falling and Fenris flowed his grand sparkling rays upon the boulder and the mourning she-varg. Slowly, Fiory's agile frame stood again, and with one last backwards glance, she left the place. Her trip down the mountain side took less time then it had going up, and in the distance as if coming from the heaven's, echoes of her mourning song whispered into her tanned gold auditories. Her tassel wagged as she reached the bottom leap off the mountain's side, and once at the edge of the forest back to her home territory, she looked back once more. The mountain, which had looked so dead and defeated by the harsh winter seemed warmed now. It seemed, like winter's icey paws were lifting, if ever slowly, and Fenris's soft rays lighted it gently as the clouds continued to spread. The echoes of the mountain still rang in the storyteller's ears as the swift and agile femme ran back to her pack, to her two daughters, and to her son....
Help me say....goodbye....Help me say...goodbye.....
((Song copyright to Andrew Lloyd Weber, of the Phantom of the Opera))[/glow]
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