A Song For The Stars
08-26-2018, 03:47 PM
The island home that had been all of the world the young wolf knew, had been a hard place to leave. She knew every rock and nock and how to chase the waves. She knew how the wind had once called to an Auntie they had never met, and the water had once lapped at the blue paws of a wolf who called to it. There had been so many stories of their family. Some had been told by their mother, in the short time she had known her. Those stories where faint, and riddled with the imagination of a young pup until she could no longer straight out what she had truly been told or made up. The rest of the stories in her head where from Vela, her beloved sister, who spoke softly of the stars, and left the taste of wonder in her young sisters mouth. That was how she had persuaded Lyrae that leaving was the best option. She had told Lyrae stories, entranced her from her home with promise of adventure in a larger land. How could she ever resist her sister? Who made everything sound wonderous and new. She walked quietly at her sisters side, trying to fight the urge to wander and explore. When her older sister took her to the side of a lake, and she looked up in wonder at the stars as they moved and danced across the sky in a way they never had before. They looked almost amber, instead of the pale silvers that matched her sisters coat. Her mouth parted slightly as she took in this strange and wonderful sight before her. “How-” but as she looked at Vela she would notice the dreamy quality to her sisters face, to the barely-whispered words that fell from her lips, to faint for the younger wolf to catch. When she threw back her head and howled their mothers name, Lyrae felt a strange mixture of emotions in her blood, sorrow and triumph, though she couldn’t name their cause. All she knew was the call that prompted her to raise her head, and cry out to the starry sky, adding her voice to the silky, powerful cry of her sisters. Speech |
Art by Taske |