Post by Vorg on Dec 13, 2006 19:32:22 GMT -5
OOC: I am aware that I haven't created a profile just yet, but, I'm using this thread to help me further it. Please note that all of this will be included in the final draft of my history, my profile only semi-created so far. Thanks.
The Moon God was overhead again, illuminating the world beneath it, its wondrous lights shining in their magnificience against the Russian forest below. Leaves rushing past, with the branches swaying in the dark night of the forest. Howls intermingling with the wind. It was night again.. the glorious night, the amazing world of darkness. Stars blanketed the sky.. and in this forest, headed towards the Ural Mountains, a pack slept, at ease.. at ease. Wolves. A few standing guard about the various oaks and spruces, keeping hidden, they prowled about, warily, lest an intruder should disturb the Alpha Male, or endanger the cubs. No.. vigilance. Vigilance was needed here, and vigilance is what would be given. In a small area just north of their territory, a few snaps were heard, ears lighting up, a low rumble of growling breaking the evening peace, as two wolves crept from their hiding spots to investigate. Silence. How disappointing. Tails still stiff, at an angle, the wolves slowly went back into their position. Nothing to be found, nothing to look at. Another peaceful night. Ears perked up at a howl from the distance. But, their defenses lowered down.. it was just another night, kept successfully peaceful. Life didn't get anymore perfect then that.
As the Moon God slowly flew off onto the midnight darkness, covering its trail with the monotonous clouds that filled the sky, lights beckoned from the other side of the Ural mountains. The Sun God had come to awaken the world again, and make life anew. The wolves roused. Barking loudly, the Alpha circled around the pack, watching intently, as all the wolves slowly grouped together, before nodding. It was time to move on.
Days passed, days passed with ease.. a moose was slain by the skillfulness of the Alpha Leader, and the hunters in general received only minor injuries. No one had to be left behind. But of concern to the Den Mother, when the feasting was taking place.. was over Young Wolf. As the other cubs took their fill after the stronger Alpha had it's choosings.. it was the Young Wolf that did not partake with particular gusto in the eatings of the fresh flesh. Concerned was the Den Mother, who nudged him towards the meat, but, he only took a few bites, and mournfully so.
But it was his choice. Young Wolf kept up with the pack, and that was all that Den Mother cared about. But on the way to the great rivers.. as the Ural Mountains were only partially distant by only a few miles.. Young Wolf staggered behind the rest of the pack.. Den Mother fretted. He was found, walking haggardly around the brush. She barked, and snarled at him, but, he trotted on weakly, with no effort to complain back, as if to ignore her.
This frightened her.
By the time he had reached the rivers, most of the pack was already resting again, sleeping for the next move. He lapped with vigor, as Den Mother watched. As Den Mother always watched. She was good.. she had been good to him. Always watching out for him in particular, as the others stayed by her constantly.. but.. he.. Young Wolf. He would stray from the pack. Eye them all strangely.. always had he eyed them all strangely. As if he could see more.. as if he.. knew more. Not in the ways of fighting, in which he was often peaceful.. but... as if.. he was aware. Yes... that was the best word. 'Aware'.
What was this world? These hues..? In our world.. he would know this to be.. 'color'. Native to him.. yet.. not to them? How often he loved to wander in the days of the world.. just watching. It.. was.. the world.. was.... so.. amazing. Beautiful. Unreal, yet real, life and nothing. It was indescribable. Nevermind the aches and pains in his body.. did the others not see the deer, the deer and their family? How the moose tended to itself, in its own.. chewing peacefully, knowing only a world of life. To be taken away, so that they could eat it.. was.. this.. how would he know that he knew already of emotion? Was aware of it? Yes, they possessed it.. but.. he seemed to have more insight.. to be.. 'aware'.
He walked on, lapping up the waters, recounting the memories of that magnificient creature. And in its own way, the water, yes.. he found solace.. and peace in the running washes that swept before him. The moose.. as mighty a creature as he was.. gave his life, so that he could feed his life to them. So that they could live. Same as the waters that made them no longer parched.. clean. Sated. Trotting slowly, as he recovered himself, to walk to Den Mother.. unnatural 'bangs' crashed through, making him freeze for a moment...
To jump to the bushes, to hide.. but his eyes watching..
Beyond what he saw.. the guards of the pack were dead already. And the pack knew it.
Simple Beginnings
The Moon God was overhead again, illuminating the world beneath it, its wondrous lights shining in their magnificience against the Russian forest below. Leaves rushing past, with the branches swaying in the dark night of the forest. Howls intermingling with the wind. It was night again.. the glorious night, the amazing world of darkness. Stars blanketed the sky.. and in this forest, headed towards the Ural Mountains, a pack slept, at ease.. at ease. Wolves. A few standing guard about the various oaks and spruces, keeping hidden, they prowled about, warily, lest an intruder should disturb the Alpha Male, or endanger the cubs. No.. vigilance. Vigilance was needed here, and vigilance is what would be given. In a small area just north of their territory, a few snaps were heard, ears lighting up, a low rumble of growling breaking the evening peace, as two wolves crept from their hiding spots to investigate. Silence. How disappointing. Tails still stiff, at an angle, the wolves slowly went back into their position. Nothing to be found, nothing to look at. Another peaceful night. Ears perked up at a howl from the distance. But, their defenses lowered down.. it was just another night, kept successfully peaceful. Life didn't get anymore perfect then that.
As the Moon God slowly flew off onto the midnight darkness, covering its trail with the monotonous clouds that filled the sky, lights beckoned from the other side of the Ural mountains. The Sun God had come to awaken the world again, and make life anew. The wolves roused. Barking loudly, the Alpha circled around the pack, watching intently, as all the wolves slowly grouped together, before nodding. It was time to move on.
Days passed, days passed with ease.. a moose was slain by the skillfulness of the Alpha Leader, and the hunters in general received only minor injuries. No one had to be left behind. But of concern to the Den Mother, when the feasting was taking place.. was over Young Wolf. As the other cubs took their fill after the stronger Alpha had it's choosings.. it was the Young Wolf that did not partake with particular gusto in the eatings of the fresh flesh. Concerned was the Den Mother, who nudged him towards the meat, but, he only took a few bites, and mournfully so.
But it was his choice. Young Wolf kept up with the pack, and that was all that Den Mother cared about. But on the way to the great rivers.. as the Ural Mountains were only partially distant by only a few miles.. Young Wolf staggered behind the rest of the pack.. Den Mother fretted. He was found, walking haggardly around the brush. She barked, and snarled at him, but, he trotted on weakly, with no effort to complain back, as if to ignore her.
This frightened her.
By the time he had reached the rivers, most of the pack was already resting again, sleeping for the next move. He lapped with vigor, as Den Mother watched. As Den Mother always watched. She was good.. she had been good to him. Always watching out for him in particular, as the others stayed by her constantly.. but.. he.. Young Wolf. He would stray from the pack. Eye them all strangely.. always had he eyed them all strangely. As if he could see more.. as if he.. knew more. Not in the ways of fighting, in which he was often peaceful.. but... as if.. he was aware. Yes... that was the best word. 'Aware'.
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What was this world? These hues..? In our world.. he would know this to be.. 'color'. Native to him.. yet.. not to them? How often he loved to wander in the days of the world.. just watching. It.. was.. the world.. was.... so.. amazing. Beautiful. Unreal, yet real, life and nothing. It was indescribable. Nevermind the aches and pains in his body.. did the others not see the deer, the deer and their family? How the moose tended to itself, in its own.. chewing peacefully, knowing only a world of life. To be taken away, so that they could eat it.. was.. this.. how would he know that he knew already of emotion? Was aware of it? Yes, they possessed it.. but.. he seemed to have more insight.. to be.. 'aware'.
He walked on, lapping up the waters, recounting the memories of that magnificient creature. And in its own way, the water, yes.. he found solace.. and peace in the running washes that swept before him. The moose.. as mighty a creature as he was.. gave his life, so that he could feed his life to them. So that they could live. Same as the waters that made them no longer parched.. clean. Sated. Trotting slowly, as he recovered himself, to walk to Den Mother.. unnatural 'bangs' crashed through, making him freeze for a moment...
To jump to the bushes, to hide.. but his eyes watching..
Beyond what he saw.. the guards of the pack were dead already. And the pack knew it.