Post by Fiory on May 27, 2008 3:40:15 GMT -5
"Walking in the air, and floating in the moonlit sky. The creatures down below are sleeping as we fly. Holding very tight, riding in the midnight blue. I'm finding we can fly, so high above with you..."
Her soul seemed parted from this world, her body aged and ragged yet serenly beautiful laying below the clouds empty and alone. Wings would sprout from her shoulder blades, sending that spirit higher and higher into the softly clouded evening. Stars brilliantly shone gently upon that ebony pelt, her paws lighter then air atop the clouds softness. A dance in the moonlight's gentle glow, sunshine gold hues gleaming forth at the figures she so desperately wished to see once more. High atop a hill of cloud, reaching up towards the atmosphere and into a blinding light only she seemed able to see amid the darkness of night, stood her loved ones. That ebony coat billowing in an unfelt wind, those kind war born hues, that gentle smile, his soft muscular frame, unaged and secure stood alongside the fiery sister she had grown up with. Auburn coat and gleaming hues, both present as if one had never been missing to begin with. Laughter, yipping and soft giggles signaled the sound of her lost pups, she barely knew. And further back into memory, stood a figure encased in the brilliant light. A gentle white in her coat, but a look only a daughter would recognize. Age seemed to melt from the flying figures form, and youth began to drink itself back into the ragged bones and thin figure dancing upon the clouds.
"Wait for me...I'm coming....Wait for me....Bristol..Bila..Shatila and Denisha...Mother...Wait for me...I'm coming...."
The words fell upon deaf ears, and as soon as they had left the muzzle they belonged to, the clouds parted beneath her paws and her feathered wings of white evaporated into the thin atmospheric air. Falling, like a weighted feather; tumbling like a leaf in a chilling breeze. The faces of her loved ones faded, their eyes blurring with sadness. Golden auds flicked in fear, her eyes of sunshine glimmering with tears, hearing her sister's voice faded and echoing into her ears.
"It is not your time yet...."
The world turned dark and red. Fire seemed to leap out at every direction. Her paws grasped at air, continuing to fall out of the sky, leaving the stars and the brilliance that heaven would have provided, plummeting into the hell she seemed bound to. A howl erupted from her muzzle, her fur burning in flame, and carrying out into the wooded area that had become ablaze......
"Oooh, A Nightmare...Sounded Terrible it did, it did.." came the annoying caw of a raven above in a nearby maple tree. The ebony shadow had nestled beneath it on her paddings throughout the territory these many months, and now lay panting heavily, eyes wide and ears flat against her skull. Never had her dreams turned so nasty before, and a shiver ran down her aging spine. Her soft grayed muzzle looked up momentarily at the annoyance of a bird, and a single snarl was emmited to send the black putnar into the sky, crying out in it's own wickedly hoarse laughter.
Sleep lately, had not come easily to the aging stargazer of the Listern lands. Though she hardly thought of it until recently. Her dreams were beginning to get longer and sometimes grew very dark at times. Her hues winced and lids slowly closed, the sun high in the sky. Each day it seemed, she was sleeping longer and longer, yet not gaining any rest at all. It was good perhaps then that she was nearing her destination once more; the Den of the Listern Pack, her home. Slowly, delicately, she stood upon limbs aged with time to continue her march down the mountains to the dens below. Scents had reached her nostrils of the Balkar lingering here, and soon their scent became fresher still as she neared her homeland's keep. Hackles raised softly in irritance. What did that loathsome bunch want now with her family? Surely Gryffin and Sudak wouldn't have allowed their home to be commanded by the brutes in her absense would they? Fiory surely hoped not.
The gentle breezes of midday soon carried her thoughts and scent on the wind, down toward the dens and toward her pack's keen noses. Oh how she hoped to see them once more, Aiyu esspecially, her little trailing star whom she was still hoping to teach before her time on this earth ended. Her mind began to wander aimlessly, falling upon the fallen loves she had had in her life, hoping the best for them. The dream had seemed so real, the stargazer still held chills for it. But fortunately for her, Death does not loom near the strong and courageously hearted...
Her soul seemed parted from this world, her body aged and ragged yet serenly beautiful laying below the clouds empty and alone. Wings would sprout from her shoulder blades, sending that spirit higher and higher into the softly clouded evening. Stars brilliantly shone gently upon that ebony pelt, her paws lighter then air atop the clouds softness. A dance in the moonlight's gentle glow, sunshine gold hues gleaming forth at the figures she so desperately wished to see once more. High atop a hill of cloud, reaching up towards the atmosphere and into a blinding light only she seemed able to see amid the darkness of night, stood her loved ones. That ebony coat billowing in an unfelt wind, those kind war born hues, that gentle smile, his soft muscular frame, unaged and secure stood alongside the fiery sister she had grown up with. Auburn coat and gleaming hues, both present as if one had never been missing to begin with. Laughter, yipping and soft giggles signaled the sound of her lost pups, she barely knew. And further back into memory, stood a figure encased in the brilliant light. A gentle white in her coat, but a look only a daughter would recognize. Age seemed to melt from the flying figures form, and youth began to drink itself back into the ragged bones and thin figure dancing upon the clouds.
"Wait for me...I'm coming....Wait for me....Bristol..Bila..Shatila and Denisha...Mother...Wait for me...I'm coming...."
The words fell upon deaf ears, and as soon as they had left the muzzle they belonged to, the clouds parted beneath her paws and her feathered wings of white evaporated into the thin atmospheric air. Falling, like a weighted feather; tumbling like a leaf in a chilling breeze. The faces of her loved ones faded, their eyes blurring with sadness. Golden auds flicked in fear, her eyes of sunshine glimmering with tears, hearing her sister's voice faded and echoing into her ears.
"It is not your time yet...."
The world turned dark and red. Fire seemed to leap out at every direction. Her paws grasped at air, continuing to fall out of the sky, leaving the stars and the brilliance that heaven would have provided, plummeting into the hell she seemed bound to. A howl erupted from her muzzle, her fur burning in flame, and carrying out into the wooded area that had become ablaze......
"Oooh, A Nightmare...Sounded Terrible it did, it did.." came the annoying caw of a raven above in a nearby maple tree. The ebony shadow had nestled beneath it on her paddings throughout the territory these many months, and now lay panting heavily, eyes wide and ears flat against her skull. Never had her dreams turned so nasty before, and a shiver ran down her aging spine. Her soft grayed muzzle looked up momentarily at the annoyance of a bird, and a single snarl was emmited to send the black putnar into the sky, crying out in it's own wickedly hoarse laughter.
Sleep lately, had not come easily to the aging stargazer of the Listern lands. Though she hardly thought of it until recently. Her dreams were beginning to get longer and sometimes grew very dark at times. Her hues winced and lids slowly closed, the sun high in the sky. Each day it seemed, she was sleeping longer and longer, yet not gaining any rest at all. It was good perhaps then that she was nearing her destination once more; the Den of the Listern Pack, her home. Slowly, delicately, she stood upon limbs aged with time to continue her march down the mountains to the dens below. Scents had reached her nostrils of the Balkar lingering here, and soon their scent became fresher still as she neared her homeland's keep. Hackles raised softly in irritance. What did that loathsome bunch want now with her family? Surely Gryffin and Sudak wouldn't have allowed their home to be commanded by the brutes in her absense would they? Fiory surely hoped not.
The gentle breezes of midday soon carried her thoughts and scent on the wind, down toward the dens and toward her pack's keen noses. Oh how she hoped to see them once more, Aiyu esspecially, her little trailing star whom she was still hoping to teach before her time on this earth ended. Her mind began to wander aimlessly, falling upon the fallen loves she had had in her life, hoping the best for them. The dream had seemed so real, the stargazer still held chills for it. But fortunately for her, Death does not loom near the strong and courageously hearted...