That Place in Your Heart
06-16-2013, 04:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-16-2013, 05:46 PM by Bronze i.)
He had reunited with Silent in autumn, and how quickly had the season changed. Beautiful arrays of leaves -- orange, yellow, and red -- had dappled the landscape, bringing stunning beauty to the land. Slowly the leaves dried and fell, covering the land; but not for long, for soon snow dappled what seemed like every inch of the earth. The vibrant display of colors soon turned into a brilliant display of white, as though the snow was purifying the earth. But with each passing day, Bronze felt anything but pure. He had admitted to Silent that he loved her, but the conversation had all but ended there. For now, he was bound to Seracia, confused as to why he longed to see Loccian so badly -- and yet felt compelled to shy away from seeing her for long. He had grown attached to her rather quickly, and now he felt almost guilty for slipping away to spent time with Silent. It was not infidelity, or anything like it -- and yet he couldn't help but be reminded of every time after Silent that he had begun to feel attached to any other female. It felt wrong, and impure. And so he shied away from the ashen-furred woman, only occasionally giving into his temptations to once again visit his long-lost love. His wanderings took him south, toward the den that he and Silent had shared the night before. He'd slipped out in the night, making his way back to Seracia to silently scout the borders. Now, although the sun was low in sky, he wondered if Silent had left her den already, perhaps looking for food or simply exploring. It wouldn't be surprising at all ... she'd always had a bit of wanderlust in her, hadn't she? A short trip towards the south brought him a pleasant surprise. Trees thinned, dirt giving way to sand, and a vast expanse of ocean spread out before him. The sea had never been his preferred domain. He was much more content to wander the treacherous terrain of the mountains, trudging through snow and ice. But he did not feel altogether strange here, as a light dusting of snow caked the earth, the ocean waves bringing frigid gusts of wind to the beast, ruffling his dull gray pelt with its delicate fingers. He wandered for a long time, wondering where Silent might be, until her scent was brought to him on the wind. Slowly he raised his muzzle, tilting his head toward the sky to catch a better whiff of it. His paws took him even further east, toward the den. Perhaps she was still resting, as she deserved to be. Quietly he approached the near-darkness of the cavern, letting loose a gentle bark so as not to surprise her. Behind his massive frame, his tail wagged, eager to see her again. |
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