Travellers, part one chapter threeThe gentle breeze made the whispy strands of his fur jump and dance, some bits detached and drifted in the wind. He was shedding his winter coat, spring brought that among many things. It was not supposed to bring the death he had experienced all winter. Every member of the pack had either died or abandoned it. They had left their pack-mates to die, left them at the time they needed them most.He had stayed, he had kept his vows and now? What good had it brought him? He sat here mourning the loss of hundreds and he was sure he was next. What good had all of this brought him? He had served and honored and worked yet now he sat here with nothing. He was prey to a disease that no healer could heal. Even the witch had run off with her tail in between her legs when her glowing water had changed color. He shook his head, growling at the clouds before entering the darkness of the den. He stopped for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust and then he walked to the den of the sick. He didn
Travellers, part one chapter twoThe sleep engulfed them, like a tsunami rushing over land their minds were caught and trapped together in a dream. The land around them was pure white, everything was white from the trees to the ground to the sky. There were clouds outlined in the sky only by the detailed shadows that all clouds have. The Sun was there too but all that one could see of it was pure white light. One could see that it was brighter than the rest of the land yet it wasn’t so bright that one couldn’t look into it. This is what the male was doing, staring into the sun, oblivious to the white purity of the world around him. She stood up from where she lay and when she looked around she realized that they were ontop of the tree den. The ground curved slightly as if it were a hill, there were areas where the curve got out of hand, where the curve stopped and it became a drop. She shivered at the thought of what such a drop could do to you, what bones would be crushed, what organs would be pierced. Th
Travellers, part one chapter oneThe witch walked without a destination in mind, her brown fur clung to her wetly, dripping occasionally and her multi-hued neon pink and green eyes scanned the land around her for possible threats. She held her head high while she walked, only lowering it to sniff, her tail was in line with her body and her ears perked. It was the stance of a dominant wolf, a wolf that ruled and was obeyed. A wolf who knew her value, it was a strange stance for her to have simply because she was a loner: a wolf without a pack, a wolf without a home. Being a loner was fun at first but any wolf would tell you that one started to get lonely after a while. No matter what you saw or how many packs you visited with a loner always longed for a place to belong. “Wolves are social creatures” the elders would say, rendering void any suggestions of travel, of becoming a loner from the young ones. Loners were made; they were not born because a wolf was always born into a pack.It was this kind of lonel
Stepping stones and waterliliesStepping stones and waterlilies,old guitars and notes unplayed.Swirling colours deep within meStories making this all made.Down the passage theres a door;just another gateway.Locked, forbidden forevermoreI open it anyways.Princess crowns and old ball gowns,long forgotten, thrown away.So many things, so many frowns.All standing in the way.And so the seed disappearedand in its place a stag appeared.Glowing horns and golden eyesit will watch forevermore.Of stepping stones and waterliliesOf old guitars and notes unplayed.Nothing is what I seedo you know what i say?