Post by † Demon † on Aug 23, 2006 14:47:15 GMT -5
And there it stood. The northern most edge of the vale, sharp jagged rocks, burnt down trees, and dying grass strands - a single rock in the centre - the last fading memory of the greatest pack to claw their way through the valley's curse of death and destruction; a pack who had fallen terribly when humans invaded, and the alpha passed on. The pack who's heritage lived on in the ebon beast known as Demon. Frecne screamed the devil's inside, Frecne shall live on.
A sigh erupted from the deathly silence. The day was cold. Misty. Fog clung to the dead earth, and drifted upward like smoke from a dying forest fire. The sight was haunting; but not many vargs knew their way to this part of the Vale - the part where ghosts truly roamed in the world of the living, the place were death wasn't really the end. As emerald coals stared longingly into the horizon, the blackened femme pictured Kanis in her mind - it was so detailed, so real. And it hurt, so much. Seeing her Frecne king in the world of spirits instead of flesh and blood before her eyes - he was the first wolf, save for Tarkah, to befriend this frail creature - he was her father in all adopted terms. She'd loved him like a real father, as her own was nothing more than a walking dribble of hormones who would rape anything; even his own daughters. Another sigh, an awkward silence. Many times, Demon came here to confide in the spirits - many times, she'd scream upto the skies and beg for Kanis to return in a vision, to return in her moments of pure agony and madness. But it never happened. And slowly, all hopes of seeing her venomous king of Frecne again dimmed into the distance. It was painful, so painful to know that when he passed - he passed for good. And it angered the devil so; too many wolves had forgotten Frecne, had forgotten her father's legacy - instead they rotted in their perfections and fantasies. Drowned in their greed and vanity. She despised them for this - she wanted him back, along with Markaz. She was one wolf who could not accept one thing - when they're gone, they're gone for good. It was unfair - totally, completely, utterly unfair.
Padding carefully amongst the shrines and withering flowers that scattered the remainders of Frecne, her heart felt heavy. As memories and visions darted throughout the wrinkles in her brain, a jagged rough pain dug itself deeply into her throat. For a moment, the beast felt like she couldn't breathe - suffocating under words of sorrow. And then it just disappeared; it was odd. But Demon being how she was surpassed the feeling into nothingness, continuing her journey through time; hoping, praying to see Kanis walk beside her once again.
Pausing, the beast slumped to the floor pathetically. Her paws ached from the trek, she had travelled to the southern side of Frecne's skeleton. The vale now a dark smidge in the distance; nothing more but a tiny spit of land she used to call home. Looking up, the Alpha's rock towered over her - casting a menacing shadow over her monsterous form; she felt so small, so insignificant. It was strange what depression did to the powerful - it made the powerful weak, and the weak insane. It was twisted, and again - so very unfair. Lifting her head, she smelt the air; it was plagued with the scent of death, combed in the scent of foreign species - man. The plague of man haunted these lands just as much as the vargs did. She gave a low snarl, a tight knot now forming in the depths of her stomach. She couldn't hardly move anymore; she moved just enough to gulp down some of the filthy waters by her side - a puddle formed from the night's rain. Disgusting it was, but she couldn't care anymore. All she wanted was to turn back time - turn back to when she felt happy; had a true family, and was a cub. When being a Bitch was part of the game, and when she and Tarkah roamed without a care - when she was loved. But most of all, she wanted to turn back time for one thing, and one thing only. To rid herself of her wretched scar; made in the time of Frecne it was a constant reminder... Shatocwnn also surrounded the depths in her head - and without peace of the Frecne lands, she would remain there forever.
Too long, do you think?
