Post by .Yukiko. on Jun 30, 2006 22:28:03 GMT -5
White, swirling mist clung to the chilled night air, like unforgiving memories they lingered in the night. A clammy wind danced through the trees, whistling eerie melodies yet the seemingly endless fog remained, unmoved. Nocturnal hoots and songs echoed in the night, orchestrating the heavy dusk that seemed to engulf the whole world. Damp moss bedded the forest floor, so apparently unfamiliar under worn pads. Weary green eyes blinked and looked around in hopeless desolation, looking but not seeing. She was not blind physically, but it seemed she has lost all senses but the sense of hunger which clawed at her stomach that very instant. Panting with her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, the femme walked on.
Her muscles ached and strained in protest but she almost did not even feel it. They rippled weakly under a dull coat one could tell used to be quite beautiful. It was thick and white, truely, but now hung in clumps, splattered and stained gray by the dirt she tread. How ironic life seemed! What was below her seemed to be everywhere above her now; mud coated her sodden pelt to the belly. Life flashed before her very eyes and everything seemed to sway. The dark shadows of what she assumed trees danced and appeared to leer tauntingly at her. She growled but knew it was helpless; she was drained. Drained of energy, drained of spirit, drained of hope. There didn't seem to be a will now, a will to live as that very day replayed itself over and over in her memory.
She shivered as the wind tossed her damp fur around, toying at her it seemed. Paws fumbling she slipped on the moistened moss, collapsing with her legs underneath her. Lying on the cold, unwelcoming forest floor, she made no means to get up. Perhaps it was time, she thought for having lost track of time as she wandered. The breeze blew yet again but this time, something peculiar started to happen. The once motionless mist swayed and moved, forming shapes. The soddened she-wolf squinted and mustered her strength to lifted her muzzle off the ground. "What..?" She murmured, her voice sounding very out of place in this cold, dark night. She blinked and looked again, not daring to believe what she saw. But it was real...and it came to her now. They were wolves, crafted out of the very mist that surrounded her. She saw indentations where eyes should have been and outlines of a mouth. Drifting towards her, she could not make out where the shapes ended and where the mist began.
Rest, water, and food deprived, the young femmora shook her crania, surely she was loosing her mind! But she was not...she couldn't be. It was all too real. The spirits spoke no words, they didn't need to. She understood them, knew them. Utterly exhausted, she let her head fall back to earth where the soft moss seemed suddenly warm and inviting. Tired, she breathed in the scent of the moss and everything around her. She knew it now. She was home. Her seemingly endless journeys were over...she no longer seemed to fear the danger. Her mind cleared and odd peace filled it, she could think. Murmuring quietly, she let her eyelids droop, not fearing attack, not afraid of enemy lupines for she knew tonight, Lupus himself watched over her. Sonya of the Blossoming Leaves...was now home.
"Mother...Father," Those two words escaped her maw before she fell silent again, closing her eyes with no fear. Peace over-whelmed the arctic and grey wolfess and she let herself slip into the quiet abyss of sleep...home at last.
Her muscles ached and strained in protest but she almost did not even feel it. They rippled weakly under a dull coat one could tell used to be quite beautiful. It was thick and white, truely, but now hung in clumps, splattered and stained gray by the dirt she tread. How ironic life seemed! What was below her seemed to be everywhere above her now; mud coated her sodden pelt to the belly. Life flashed before her very eyes and everything seemed to sway. The dark shadows of what she assumed trees danced and appeared to leer tauntingly at her. She growled but knew it was helpless; she was drained. Drained of energy, drained of spirit, drained of hope. There didn't seem to be a will now, a will to live as that very day replayed itself over and over in her memory.
She shivered as the wind tossed her damp fur around, toying at her it seemed. Paws fumbling she slipped on the moistened moss, collapsing with her legs underneath her. Lying on the cold, unwelcoming forest floor, she made no means to get up. Perhaps it was time, she thought for having lost track of time as she wandered. The breeze blew yet again but this time, something peculiar started to happen. The once motionless mist swayed and moved, forming shapes. The soddened she-wolf squinted and mustered her strength to lifted her muzzle off the ground. "What..?" She murmured, her voice sounding very out of place in this cold, dark night. She blinked and looked again, not daring to believe what she saw. But it was real...and it came to her now. They were wolves, crafted out of the very mist that surrounded her. She saw indentations where eyes should have been and outlines of a mouth. Drifting towards her, she could not make out where the shapes ended and where the mist began.
Rest, water, and food deprived, the young femmora shook her crania, surely she was loosing her mind! But she was not...she couldn't be. It was all too real. The spirits spoke no words, they didn't need to. She understood them, knew them. Utterly exhausted, she let her head fall back to earth where the soft moss seemed suddenly warm and inviting. Tired, she breathed in the scent of the moss and everything around her. She knew it now. She was home. Her seemingly endless journeys were over...she no longer seemed to fear the danger. Her mind cleared and odd peace filled it, she could think. Murmuring quietly, she let her eyelids droop, not fearing attack, not afraid of enemy lupines for she knew tonight, Lupus himself watched over her. Sonya of the Blossoming Leaves...was now home.
"Mother...Father," Those two words escaped her maw before she fell silent again, closing her eyes with no fear. Peace over-whelmed the arctic and grey wolfess and she let herself slip into the quiet abyss of sleep...home at last.
