Post by WindWhisperer on Feb 19, 2005 19:15:59 GMT -5
Listen to the wind,
For the wind is the whisperer
That tells of truth and lies.
Take heed of the whisperer,
Cock an ear to the sky.
Pale sunlight kissed the melting snow with a steady heat as it was born up from the Eastern Mountains that cut the air like fangs. The spruces that popped from the snow evergreen were still blanketed in white that would hit the ground below with a clear thud. The rushing river was finally free of the solid ice, and it rushed by rapidly, fierce enough to flood. The bright sky was dimmed by ominous gray clouds, and whenever they shadowed the orb of fire a cold breath of winter claimed the land again. But the sun pulled through, and the birds from the south had come back to the land beyond the forest.
The stalking form of agile beauty and wilderness passed like a shadow over the land, but the birds, safe and carefree, sang louder, the song pleasant to the Lera’s attentive black auds. The sun warmed the lanky figures black hide, and the river carried on without a care for those of mortal blood. The stride of the tall, slim wolf was swift and silent, and the glowing eyes stared ahead, hunted and dangerous. Purpose etched on its face, it never looked back, only forward into a world she hardly cared for. A chilly breeze haunted her steps and no other land but that she trotted on was swept by the cold blast.
The Kerl Wind Whisperer did not know where she was going, and she did not care. Life had never given her anything to hold onto, and the presence of others only twanged a fierce instinct inside her. The sight of a wolf was an alien Lera her threatened her existence and her food, and her cruel heart. Once the wolf would have cared for others, but a dark past had ruined the wolf, and she stayed in the shadows of her own mind. “Well,” snarled a voice as it bit like teeth into her maw. “Where are you going?” She reared back with a snarl, glaring at the air as a wind tauntingly swept through her auds. She couldn’t bite down into it, nor could she fight it. Hackles raised, she trotted smoothly on, her eyes flashing. “Well?” it hissed, blowing in her auds annoyingly. She stopped, flicking her ears back as she glared at nothing. She couldn’t get rid of the thing that persisted to bother her. “I go where I please,” she snarled shortly, beginning to walk again. A howl of wind buffeted her from the face, and she stopped, squinting. “You do not go where you please,” the wind howled as the hair began to stand up on the femora’s back. “Only the winds can reach the tallest peaks and soar aloft, high in the sky with the birds. Only we can jump of cliffs and never land, we and the bird! Do well to remember that young whisperer!”<br>
A fearful growl edged with hate erupted from her maw, but she trotted forward again, nodding slightly, a lonely figure following the wind.
For the wind is the whisperer
That tells of truth and lies.
Take heed of the whisperer,
Cock an ear to the sky.
Pale sunlight kissed the melting snow with a steady heat as it was born up from the Eastern Mountains that cut the air like fangs. The spruces that popped from the snow evergreen were still blanketed in white that would hit the ground below with a clear thud. The rushing river was finally free of the solid ice, and it rushed by rapidly, fierce enough to flood. The bright sky was dimmed by ominous gray clouds, and whenever they shadowed the orb of fire a cold breath of winter claimed the land again. But the sun pulled through, and the birds from the south had come back to the land beyond the forest.
The stalking form of agile beauty and wilderness passed like a shadow over the land, but the birds, safe and carefree, sang louder, the song pleasant to the Lera’s attentive black auds. The sun warmed the lanky figures black hide, and the river carried on without a care for those of mortal blood. The stride of the tall, slim wolf was swift and silent, and the glowing eyes stared ahead, hunted and dangerous. Purpose etched on its face, it never looked back, only forward into a world she hardly cared for. A chilly breeze haunted her steps and no other land but that she trotted on was swept by the cold blast.
The Kerl Wind Whisperer did not know where she was going, and she did not care. Life had never given her anything to hold onto, and the presence of others only twanged a fierce instinct inside her. The sight of a wolf was an alien Lera her threatened her existence and her food, and her cruel heart. Once the wolf would have cared for others, but a dark past had ruined the wolf, and she stayed in the shadows of her own mind. “Well,” snarled a voice as it bit like teeth into her maw. “Where are you going?” She reared back with a snarl, glaring at the air as a wind tauntingly swept through her auds. She couldn’t bite down into it, nor could she fight it. Hackles raised, she trotted smoothly on, her eyes flashing. “Well?” it hissed, blowing in her auds annoyingly. She stopped, flicking her ears back as she glared at nothing. She couldn’t get rid of the thing that persisted to bother her. “I go where I please,” she snarled shortly, beginning to walk again. A howl of wind buffeted her from the face, and she stopped, squinting. “You do not go where you please,” the wind howled as the hair began to stand up on the femora’s back. “Only the winds can reach the tallest peaks and soar aloft, high in the sky with the birds. Only we can jump of cliffs and never land, we and the bird! Do well to remember that young whisperer!”<br>
A fearful growl edged with hate erupted from her maw, but she trotted forward again, nodding slightly, a lonely figure following the wind.
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