Post by `anntho on Aug 11, 2008 8:17:03 GMT -5
Come, draw yourself across the border The shadows seemed to call as I stood at the edge of the bordering acre. I had heard many tales about this region, and I had decided to exit my old herd, leaving my foster brother to heir, and travel here. Leaving and arriving always was my style, I was never in one place more than a few years, but perhaps this would all change that? Gently I moved my delicate mass forward, my lengthyl fur toying top my neck, swirling with the breeze the whipped through the plains and distrubed the leaves that were once silently resting on the branches. As I crossed into the shadows, my pelt twitched at my underside, lengthly grass at brushed agianst the sensitive area, it had alarmed me no doubt, but it had not spooked me enough, why was the grass so tall here, as if nobody had passed this section in years, nor a wandering prey had grazed on it. This intrigued my upmost attention, something so simple, something so unnatural, that I had to exam it further. Lowering my muzzle to the grass I nipped at them, before my lips curled into a disgusted, sour scowl, I now understood why the plants had not been eaten, they were sour and dry. Though the darks claimed that they cared for sour and dry grass they didn't eat it when they were alone, no, they gobbled down the sweet and juicy ones, gorging so as to not have to eat the bitter ones, I had learned that from watching my brother as he taught me things like this. As I continued to move on, my thoughts wandered deeper into the night I had been tooken by the dark herd, I was releived to have left, if I meant that much to the lead stallion, why should I of stayed, where I was treated much kinder by the darks, even though I had a few scars to show my raising, I learned much more about the real world, and not about it once I was old enough, the darks didn't make everything seem as if the world was full of gum drops, no, they opened my eyes to the real, blood thirsty, force breeding, vulgar hell of a world, and now, raised with a cold heart and an open mind, I arrived upon my destination, the open plains of the swelling grass as the sun framed my body, ears poised atop my head swiveling to receive sounds of ole, a neutral, in a world of battles between lights and darks. Arriving upon the destination I noticed that my family had not arrived, such a bother. Moving onward my attention was brough to a vole long since dead and the flies were upon it. As a growl arouse from my chest the flies were burnt to a chest, fire had taken there lives. Noticing the new movement I turned towards it, my posture agressie, after all, no one deserved to be on the Spirit's land. As I saw what it was my heart turned cold, it was a lost she-wolf. "Be gone wench. Your trespassing. Flee for your wretched life" The resounding of my voice had startled her, btu she stood rooted to the ground, she surged of earth, something I was never happy with in another wolf, why should she had the same power as my dam, Earth Mother, as why should any one else have the power of water, like my sire, Water Father. As she did not flee my impending doom struck her steady, a rapid explosion of fire engulfing my body and hers, she had a chance, I though to myself, she deserved it, before I turned away and continued on to the meeting place of my brothers and sisters.