Post by BlackBlade on Feb 14, 2011 20:53:07 GMT -5
[atrb=width,498,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=669955] Thump thump. Thump thump…Goes the beat of our heart, a rhythm of life and movement, of things still left to define, the good right next to the bad. The world just barely wakes up, drifting slowly to a surface away from the dark depths of night, with spots of nighttime darkness still clinging stubbornly to the faraway sky, away from the lightening horizon. The world looks dual for this one moment in time, dark and light, night and day both touching it and shaping it, making it what it is and making us witness it. It is my time, it is our time. I smile most charmingly at the idea as it revolves around our mind. Yes, our time. And such a pretty time it is too, with its colors and its smells and it own uniqueness in every way. Like us once again, I would guess. Soft and dull thuds gently tease my ears, the sound of my own feet; they touch the ground lightly and with care, and make dust rise slowly in little clouds and pretty swirls. We travel with speed although not at our best, for we do not wish to tire so soon, mostly because of me. You know how nervous it makes me to be away from home, our little hidden fox-hole, for too long. Then again, I suppose it makes you nervous to stay in it, coped up and caged; always worried you are, of anyone finding you and bringing us apart. Silly are your fears, I say, for there is no way a wolf or pack in its all could tears us away. A soft, melodious little giggle break away from my vocals, flowing into the air and gaining its freedom at last, for I find the mere idea of our separation ridiculous enough to laugh, as I do many things, I suppose. I feel a gentle nudge in the back of my skull, a most soft pressure that hurts not at all, but bring speed and haste to my trotting pace. It is not usual for us all that much to wonder away and into these parts, lands almost deserted and bare of anything but rock and death, but I feel the need to come out every once in a while…or is it you that does? I’m not even sure, but I don’t suppose it matters at all. The issue is that we needed to come and come we did. You promised to take me hunting later on, to teach me how to catch our food myself so that we won’t always depend on those older and crueler than ourselves. I look forward to it, as I do everything I do in your company and under your tutelage. I stop and look around, confused due to my age and ignorance as to what to do now. My ears flicker forward and back atop my head, nervous as I am and trying to detect the slightest of sounds or clues of danger around. I can almost feel the world closing in around me, the bushes and trees, grass and other stems or leaves becoming bigger as I become smaller. "Brother…now what?’’ A prouder wolf would have cringed if they heard their voice sound such as mine, soft and sweet, melodious and almost sung…but weak, broken, shaky and nervous, the voice of someone who fears their own shadow. Not that I do, mind you, for even when I am nervous I know there is nothing to fear, there is never solitude or sorrow for me; they are things I simply do not understand, even if I know the words for them, for I have never known them and I know I never will, not as long as you are here with me. ‘Easy little one. Hush, hush and don’t you cry. Go forwards and keep going, lend me your senses and use them yourself. We will know when there is something to chase and eat’ His voice is so different from mine. It is deep and soothing, but husky and dark, like something hidden and forbidden coming forwards into the light to tempt you, and protect you, never let you go. I smile and nod. Soon enough the sound of footfalls fills my ears again and I can feel you hearing them too. I take in large breaths of air, nostrils flaring as they struggle with the amount of it, my brain swiftly cataloguing each scent that came in with it. And you look through such information, knowing as I know and smelling as I smell. A little chuckle echoes around in the space of our shared mind. ‘Oh, little one. You are doing it much too loud. Softly now, breathe in and out, and let your instincts do the rest. We will learn to hunt in no time at all’ You explain and I almost blush at the acknowledgement of my mistakes, but conform myself with looking down in light shame and just a bit of bemusement. I try again, determined to learn and make you proud of me, although I know that you always are and no amount of accomplishments or errors will ever change that; you love me for who I am and not for what I do, and that is the single greatest comfort of my life. Still, I have more than one or two little doubt about this whole venture, mostly to do with our age and inexperience, but those doubts are swiftly smothered by your determination, and I am made to move forwards with the whole thing. I suppose I don’t really mind…though perhaps just a bit. I startle suddenly, a jolt of awareness of…something jarring me out of my thoughts. I feel long-hidden instincts being brought to the front, some memory of our forefathers passed on through our blood, screaming at me to do something, to follow, to let it control me, us. And I feel you jolt suddenly, with a cry of joy that no one else will ever hear…joy and something more, something I know not the name of, or the meaning, something I will not concern myself with. And suddenly, I am running, the sound of paw hitting earth no longer soft and dull, but loud, thundering almost. I know not where I am headed or why I even run, but I do, and it feels so great, so exhilarating, that for a moment I feel as if nothing could ever stand in our way, invincible you and me. And then the silly little notion comes crashing down, when footfalls much heavier and stronger echo mine. I look up, sapphire eyes wide and almost afraid, taken by surprise as I am. And I see for the first time what it was I stalked and chased, not knowing what I was doing or how to do it at all. It is a great deer, of majestic build and fearsome-looking antlers, looking for all the world like a crowned king. I see him and he sees us and suddenly it is not he who plays the role of prey. He turns, mighty hooves splitting the ground apart with such force I am sure the earth will bleed, and I freeze. I can feel the breathe leave my lungs, leaving me colder and defenseless, and shaking like a leaf on a mighty breeze as I stare at what is sure to be my death. ‘Corvy! Corvy run! Run!’ I hear your voice, but at the same time I don’t; it is as though there was this think haze between us for the first time, separating us and leaving me alone, you unable to protect me and it is only now that I truly know what fear is like. It chills my veins and freezes my insides, and I think I am dead even before I am. Then I feel a mighty push, a pressure that does not hurt but brings something else. And everything is dark, and I think I’m dead. ********* If I had know this would happen, I would have never suggested it in the first place. Oh, Corvy, how sorry I am that I was the one to put you in such danger, that I was stupid and arrogant enough to think someone like me could teach us the tools we need to survive on our own; that I let my plans get in the way of my sworn duty, of protecting you, sweetest child. But now there is no time for regrets and sorrows and stupid little pup thoughts. I force my way into the front row, my consciousness overwhelms yours easily, my will far stronger than your own, and covers it in protective darkness and oblivion. You will not know anything of this, no pain or regret as I do. I will not put you in danger anymore than I already have. If I can, I might even make you forget this whole trip happened in the first place. Our eyes blink and suddenly they are not our but mine, the switch being done with such swiftness no one but ourselves will ever notice. The mighty stag comes even closer, close enough that I can almost feel its life energy connecting with mine, and its intent to drive me away and destroy me if possible take over my mind. I move, my muscles snapping into action faster than yours could have, strange since they are the same in some way. I dodge by throwing myself to the ground, avoiding a fatal blow even though I’ve hurt myself only a bit. Better a bruise than a gaping wound. But the blasted living food does not give up his chase, probably too smug in its new position above its usual executioner, hunter, and death. I will be that someday, and for that to happen I must live through this first. I snarl, my fangs being put on display for the stag to see, for it to feel due fear and cower away from me. And yet, it does not happen, as it only comes at me once more, charging this time with its so-called crown and I am much too wary of the pointy ends of usually ornamental antlers to remain in my spot and look dignified. I drive to the side again, and for a moment my pride hurts in a way I am sure my body never will, being forced to act in such a cowardly way due to a plant-muncher. Sadly, the moment passes much too swiftly, for this time the stag has figured me out and a quick kick is thrown my way. The dual hoof hits target in my flank and I give a pitiful yelp as it dogs into my flesh, splitting it apart and bringing forth the lifeblood from inside. I quickly let go of whatever pride I have left and turn away. I would like to feel a coward for doing this, for shoving my tail between my legs and burying my pride so deep that even I cannot find it again, but the truth is that I fear much too scared to fear anything else right now. And with due reason I feel such fear, for I do not only have to fear for my life, but yours as well and I know that if something happened to me it would to you as well. I cannot die, Corvy, because I would drag you with me, and being joined as we are I feel I would drag you not only to death but to hell itself. And my fear I think gives me speed the likes of which my strength alone could never allow. Still, my wound, with its still leaking blood, sucks that speed right away from me perhaps even before it is given. I try not to limp, I try to drive the pain away from my mind, but young and stupid as I am, I am not sure if doing so would bring it to your side of the mind and I can never take the risk. Never, never must you know pain or suffering, and I would maybe even rather you die innocent and untouched by it than let you feel it and then die. I will not risk it and so I must endure it. Endure it I do, but it proves only that I love you too much, more than my life and even your own, because enduring it drives me to exhaustion and defeat much too quick. I fall down, a mighty thud resounding in my ears even as the thundering sound of approaching death never leaves them. I would have sent a quick prayer to some deity, asking mercy for your soul and that you not be punished for the evil that is me, but neither of us believes in such things and so I waste not our last moments in trifles. And still, I cannot help but murmur into the wind, or perhaps it was only within our mind "Someone help…someone help us” Corvidae "Talking" 'Thinking' **** Corvus "Talking" 'Thinking'  |
