trying to lay these ghosts to rest
06-09-2013, 06:26 PM
The gentle lapping waves had drawn Irin to their shores. She enjoyed the peace that lakes offered, and though there were wolf scents filling these lands, unlike the willow grove that Irin had found herself in not too long ago, these scents were stale and not particularly fresh, and Irin felt comfortable padding carefully up to the lake.
Her wanderings carried her around the large lake, and they allowed her to notice, as she came to settle upon the shores of this calm lake, that it was shaped like a large pawprint, almost. Maybe it was because a massive wolf had left its pawprint here, long ago. Perhaps he had been the god that created these lands, leaving this pawprint as a solemn reminder of the magical gift that he had given to the wolves who lived in these lands. Maybe he was so big that the next pawprint was many days' journey away, somewhere so far away that the two would never be linked. Maybe he had had two paws on this continent and two on another, somewhere far away. Or maybe his strides were long enough that he could travel the entire continent in a day.
The possibilities were endless, to Irin. Almost daintily, the white female bent down to take a careful drink of the clear waters. They tasted deliciously fresh, soothing her tongue and throat. This was the gift of the wolf who had left this pawprint; it had to be. There was no way that this was a random land formation. It had to be a pawprint. Something that a wolf left behind as a reminder that wolves Irin's size (and to be fair, significantly larger) were not the only things out there.
Soon, the wolf that had left this pawprint would awaken from his slumber, shake out a thick black coat and wander from his den, leaving more pawprints in his wake as silvery eyes looked up at the stars, where his one true love rested.
It was a nice dream, wasn't it?
Her wanderings carried her around the large lake, and they allowed her to notice, as she came to settle upon the shores of this calm lake, that it was shaped like a large pawprint, almost. Maybe it was because a massive wolf had left its pawprint here, long ago. Perhaps he had been the god that created these lands, leaving this pawprint as a solemn reminder of the magical gift that he had given to the wolves who lived in these lands. Maybe he was so big that the next pawprint was many days' journey away, somewhere so far away that the two would never be linked. Maybe he had had two paws on this continent and two on another, somewhere far away. Or maybe his strides were long enough that he could travel the entire continent in a day.
The possibilities were endless, to Irin. Almost daintily, the white female bent down to take a careful drink of the clear waters. They tasted deliciously fresh, soothing her tongue and throat. This was the gift of the wolf who had left this pawprint; it had to be. There was no way that this was a random land formation. It had to be a pawprint. Something that a wolf left behind as a reminder that wolves Irin's size (and to be fair, significantly larger) were not the only things out there.
Soon, the wolf that had left this pawprint would awaken from his slumber, shake out a thick black coat and wander from his den, leaving more pawprints in his wake as silvery eyes looked up at the stars, where his one true love rested.
It was a nice dream, wasn't it?