What's My Name?
01-11-2017, 03:52 PM
Keacious awoke with a start. His breathing was ragged and uneven. He remembered storm clouds and whispering, cackling voices. A shiver raced down his spine just as a flash of lightning lit the trees and ferns beyond the abandoned den he sheltered in. It was well dug out and dry; spacious enough for two adults and pups as well. He could not imagine why it had been abandoned, and decided not to dwell on it. The earth sang beneath his paws, humming in a low baritone, which he resolutely ignored. He peered out the entrance of the den. Wind ripper across the plains and thunder roared in the skies, seeming to crash in time with his pounding heart. The grass roiled like a raging sea. The clouds were the color of iron, dense and angry and hovering low above the ground. Far in the distance, struggling to be seen beneath the overhanging clouds, the sun shone on a distant horizon. Its warmth could not reach him, but its light had turned his world into a brilliant motley of gold and indigo. He had never seen a dusk he liked half as much. Emerging from his den, Kaecious greeted the trees. He had found a small knot of woods on the bank of a dead stream, the last straggling survivors of what may once have been a grove. Their fallen ancestors still lay scattered around them. Two proud oaks remained to guard the entrance, branches yet clawing high into the sky. He brushed his tail against the trunk of the smaller as an act of affection. 'Good morning,' Kaeci thought with a wry grin. At the base of the larger was a flat stone, fetched from the nearby riverbed and specially selected. It's surface was smooth and broad, and it had not been easy to transport. Atop it was a sprig of dried elderberry, which he'd been replacing every few days when the forest creatures had stolen too many of it's berries. 'Bright colors are easy to see, they ground spirits to a place', his father's voice echoed in his mind. It was faint and fading, but for now it was still his to treasure. 'Berries and flowers and bright stones are always a good addition to a shrine.' He would have to find more soon, but for now he simply sat and admired. Eventually he closed his eyes, simply waiting to hear whatever the spirits had to offer him that day. |
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