Post by Sammorra on Feb 12, 2009 12:12:43 GMT -5
The human girl raced through the menacing trees, desparately trying to outrun her fear, as if that if she could run a little faster, her soul would burst from her body and join her family, just freshly put in the stars. Her worst fear had come true, she was alone now, and no noone
could calm the tumultuous feeling growing inside of her.
So she ran, and now she was already a whiles away from the village, with the people and their pitying eyes.
Branches kissed her cheeks smartly, drawing crimsin lines of the flesh. Crimson, just like the color that devoured her family, the color of fire.
The soft sting of the grass nipped at her bare legs,
as if trying to wrap around her, to still her furious momentum.
Her claw-like hands tore at the branches in front of her, hating how they reminded her of the villagers and their pitying, blocking arms.
Finally, she burst through the clearing, where wide, open moonlight shone down upon her skin, making it glow.
Tears streaming down her face, she hated herself, for everything that was, and had been.
The girl stood there and let loose a soul racking scream, that ripped forth from her body and threatened to steal her very essence.
She tore at her hair, and remembered with the flames.
And yet still she was being watched,
when she was most alone,
someone was there, and it mourned with her as well, with a song just as haunting and lonely.
**
Semmorra was asleep with her tail over her eyes, laying in the soft brush of the trees.
The sound of what seemed to be a furious, thundering earth quake, that was gone as fast as it had been there, woke her.
She had been dreaming, and immediatley jumped to her paws, searching through the darkness, daring for something to attack her.
Semmorra lifted her dusty red/black muzzle to the air and smelled the deliciously pungent scent of human.
But this confused her, humans never came by this way, they were too frightened of the wolves.
As they should be, she thought to herself, we are the wild, the untamable spirit man only dreams he could be.
She padded to the strongest area where the scent last was and walked lazily along its path, when she realized where it was going...
it was headed straight for the clearing.
She walked a little faster now, curious as to see what this human was doing here.
She came upon the clearing much faster than the human did, for Semmorra could see at night.
She laughed to herself as she heard the loud snaps and pops and curses as the human crashed and bumbled through the forest like a silly Lera.
Suddenly a ways away, she saw the human emerge into the clearing.
Semmorra hunkered herself down to watch with growing curiousity.
The human looked around for a moment before it started to shake,
and before Semmorra even knew what was happening,
the human let loose a horrible cry that was both ugly yet beautiful at the same time.
The cry stirred the same feeling in Semmorra, for she knew the emotion of that cry, the utter desparation.
And such emotion of understanding and her own grief welled up in her,
that she stood and howled her pain to Tor, to Sita.
She cried her pain to the stars themselves, their beautiful light twinkling back in response.
The sound of the two creatures echoed in the distance, leaving nothing but the sound of the bugs.
Semmorra felt kinship somehow to this human, and wanted to get a little closer, just to see what they truly looked like.
Semmorra creeped towards the human, and was surprised to find that it was a she-human. With soft features and long black hair.
The girl was tall, for her tender age, and had huge ugly scars that mottled her arms and the side of her face.
And yet with these deformities came her beauty and perfection, Semmorra realized.
After seeing enough to satisfy her curiousity, she slipped back into the cover of trees, deciding to only watch and follow the girl.
The crickets singing their nightsong to their gods.......
could calm the tumultuous feeling growing inside of her.
So she ran, and now she was already a whiles away from the village, with the people and their pitying eyes.
Branches kissed her cheeks smartly, drawing crimsin lines of the flesh. Crimson, just like the color that devoured her family, the color of fire.
The soft sting of the grass nipped at her bare legs,
as if trying to wrap around her, to still her furious momentum.
Her claw-like hands tore at the branches in front of her, hating how they reminded her of the villagers and their pitying, blocking arms.
Finally, she burst through the clearing, where wide, open moonlight shone down upon her skin, making it glow.
Tears streaming down her face, she hated herself, for everything that was, and had been.
The girl stood there and let loose a soul racking scream, that ripped forth from her body and threatened to steal her very essence.
She tore at her hair, and remembered with the flames.
And yet still she was being watched,
when she was most alone,
someone was there, and it mourned with her as well, with a song just as haunting and lonely.
**
Semmorra was asleep with her tail over her eyes, laying in the soft brush of the trees.
The sound of what seemed to be a furious, thundering earth quake, that was gone as fast as it had been there, woke her.
She had been dreaming, and immediatley jumped to her paws, searching through the darkness, daring for something to attack her.
Semmorra lifted her dusty red/black muzzle to the air and smelled the deliciously pungent scent of human.
But this confused her, humans never came by this way, they were too frightened of the wolves.
As they should be, she thought to herself, we are the wild, the untamable spirit man only dreams he could be.
She padded to the strongest area where the scent last was and walked lazily along its path, when she realized where it was going...
it was headed straight for the clearing.
She walked a little faster now, curious as to see what this human was doing here.
She came upon the clearing much faster than the human did, for Semmorra could see at night.
She laughed to herself as she heard the loud snaps and pops and curses as the human crashed and bumbled through the forest like a silly Lera.
Suddenly a ways away, she saw the human emerge into the clearing.
Semmorra hunkered herself down to watch with growing curiousity.
The human looked around for a moment before it started to shake,
and before Semmorra even knew what was happening,
the human let loose a horrible cry that was both ugly yet beautiful at the same time.
The cry stirred the same feeling in Semmorra, for she knew the emotion of that cry, the utter desparation.
And such emotion of understanding and her own grief welled up in her,
that she stood and howled her pain to Tor, to Sita.
She cried her pain to the stars themselves, their beautiful light twinkling back in response.
The sound of the two creatures echoed in the distance, leaving nothing but the sound of the bugs.
Semmorra felt kinship somehow to this human, and wanted to get a little closer, just to see what they truly looked like.
Semmorra creeped towards the human, and was surprised to find that it was a she-human. With soft features and long black hair.
The girl was tall, for her tender age, and had huge ugly scars that mottled her arms and the side of her face.
And yet with these deformities came her beauty and perfection, Semmorra realized.
After seeing enough to satisfy her curiousity, she slipped back into the cover of trees, deciding to only watch and follow the girl.
The crickets singing their nightsong to their gods.......
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