Sylvia
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 | | Subject: Luna Tue Jan 19, 2010 11:29 pm | |
| This is part of my chapter that I am co-writing with a friend of mine. Let me know what yall think
The sun rose along the horizon, magnificent pinks and yellows splashed across the sky. The beams coated the land around it, revealing the form of a beautiful she-wolf. Her body was rigid and alert, her movements graceful as she turned to look behind her.
Her white fur fluttered as the breeze stroked her hair gently. She stood and headed down the hill in one fluid motion. Her black eyes scanned ahead, the silver and gold in them catching the brilliant light. Once she saw what she was searching for, her eyes danced in happiness and she took off down the rolling hills.
She slowed as she entered the den, coming across the elder. The elder was a wise she-wolf, fur weathered and gone in places. In the light, the bluish gray fur shone healthily. Her deep blue eyes showed wisdom the white youth could not match.
The youth lowered her head to the elder, showing her neck to the wise wolf, a form of submission and respect. The youth sat down in the otherwise empty den and waited. She knew that the others were on the hunt. She closed her eyes, listening for them. Her pack. Her family.
A triumphant howl broke the silence, followed by the sound of padding paws. The youth’s ears perked and her eyes opened. A healthy alpha entered first. His bluish black muzzle was tinged red with the blood of deer. His icy blue eyes beamed with pride at his catch. He padded over to the youth and the elder, setting the hunk of meat down in front of the two she-wolves. He nuzzled the elder’s muzzle tenderly as the youth stepped back, letting the elder eat first. The two other youths entered the den now, sitting near the white one, the alpha laying down next to the elder.
The first youth was much like her father. She was a strong she-wolf, almost the size of the alpha. She was slender and graceful like her mother had been. She was a spitting image of the alpha. She lay down next to the white wolf, resting her head on her paws.
Her brother was different. He was strong, but had a playful air to him. His fur was pure black, with the slightest red hue. His golden brown eyes sparkled with a childish delight. He snuggled into his sister’s side, both nuzzling each other affectionately.
The elder pulled away from the deer, having had her fill. She stood and shook her fur, leaving the remaining meat for the white youth. The youth stood up and went over, taking the meat in her powerful jaws. She ripped flesh from bone hungrily, the juicy meat giving her sustenance. She licked her lips clean, bone dry. To Comment Please Go Here | |
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Sylvia
Finally mastering Spirit
Age : 30
Posts : 1309
Join date : 2009-07-12
| | Subject: Re: Luna Sat Jan 23, 2010 2:51 am | |
| The youth looked at the alpha, exchanging a knowing glance. She padded out of the den and down the hill, through the grass towards the village.
The village of Kenna was a sleepy little town. Nothing ever happened. It was only a mile in length and a mile wide. The houses were small and only meant for one or two people, but were usually packed to the brim. Crime was uncommon in this town, for there were only a couple hundred living here. They had no written laws, other than their religious ones, and many children were home schooled, but went to church to learn what rules Kenna did have.
Kenna was along the ocean. The air was filled with the stench of saltwater and fish. A traveler would be sickened at the smell. The villagers welcomed it. Kenna was a fishing community and had been since the first people had settled here many summers ago. It was the only town for miles in any direction. The only nearby town was Jasper, just over the Taikan Mountains.
The only difference in this fishing town is its beliefs. The people of Kenna strongly believe in the goddess, Dala. Dala has many different sides to her. She is forgiving, she is ruthless, she comforts, she punishes, and she even provides good or bad fortune. Each child is believed to be a reincarnation of one of the goddess’s forms. The Goddess has many laws the people of Kenna must follow. The only weakness of Dala is magic.
Magic in Kenna is considered dark. The Goddess has the ability to bring light to the world and heal those who follow her will. Those who stray from her are cast out, often being treated like lepers. They are avoided at all costs.
The youth stops as she enters the village, hiding behind one of the smaller buildings. She notices one of the elders of the village talking to a group of children. Though she cannot understand the garbled language, she listens, waiting for her opportunity to dash to her destination.
“Now children,” the raspy voice began, “it is time to hear the story of the young one, whose parents strayed from the path our beloved Goddess Dala and was lost to the darkness. May the Goddess forever bring you good fortune.” The woman looked to each of the children, their gazes intent and backs leaning forward to soak in the tale. Slowly, she began.
“Twenty years ago, a young couple came to our lovely town of Kenna. The young woman was beautiful, blessed deeply by the Goddess. Her husband was no exception. He was handsome, much like Dala’s son, and as strong as an ox. Many befriended the lovely couple. Syla and Rakko were their names. Rakko became an exceptional fisherman and Syla was the perfect wife. Both were well-respected members of the church and of the community. Syla conceived a daughter a few summers after their arrival. The child was gifted with fair blond hair and deep coal eyes. She realized her blessing at an early age. Dala had given her the gift of healing. They called her Luna, for she reminded the couple of the moon goddess. Shortly after the child’s fourth summer, her father did not return from the sea. Syla, now widowed, was the talk of the town. Only women who betrayed Dala had such things happen to them. Another summer later, the priest found Syla, dead, with her young daughter sitting next to her mother, her face emotionless. The priest tried to get families to take pity on the youth and take her in for two summers, but none could nor wanted to care for the child. One winter night, a black wolf came into town and the child disappeared. No one looked for her, glad she was gone. The eerie feeling had finally left the village. But, every few summers, little things vanish from the village. An article of clothing. A piece of meat. A small jewel shard. Those who see the “Wolf Girl” come across horrid fortune. They have been found dead, half eaten, their eyes frozen open and staring into nothingness. The “Wolf Girl” still roams the hills around Kenna.” The elder’s voice trailed off.
The children shivered, murmuring amongst themselves. They were unaware that Luna stood in the shadows, her coal eyes watching them with wolf-like intensity. She ran her hand over her coarsely braided white hair.
The elder stood up and slowly walked back into the church, the children following quickly behind her, leaving the main road empty of life. Luna slowly stepped forward, her body ready to act if needed. She would never venture out in the daylight, it was much too risky, but this was under different circumstances.
Her niece was pregnant. The young black youth had come across a pack passing through the mountains. The alpha of the pack had impregnated the she-wolf. Usually, this was not allowed, but the rule was that the cub had to be born. Otherwise, it would cause serious problems for the young she-wolf.
Luna had another idea.To Comment Please Go Here | |
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