Paw prints of my Ancestors
11-05-2018, 09:49 AM
Song grew comfortable in the nest of roots, his large paws spread before him and his tail wagging absently at his side like a cat’s. He half closed his eyes, feeling the sun sprinkle on his back with warmth. The tiring effects of his journey were felt fully and the man felt himself half drifting off into a nap. He sighed contentedly, resting in the same place his grandmother had before unknowingly to him. He felt a slight itch at the back of his neck that prevented him from relaxing fully, someone was watching him but he wouldn’t acknowledge the feeling.
He would not miss the sudden sound of movement in the undergrowth nearby however, and his pale blue eyes flashed open at her appearance. He tilted his head in curiosity as he took her in, rich forest hues covered her silky pelt. She looked run down, skinny and tired. Not only from what was probably a long journey but her eyes told of emotional unrest as well. She was hardly a threat, though he bowed his head in greeting keeping himself sprawled comfortably on the roots as her words reached his ears.
He smiled softly, wondering where she had come from and what troubles she had seen recently to make her so. ”The home of my ancestors, my mother told me if I appeared by the water at night I would be astounded by an act of magic. So I wait the hour of darkness.” He looked back to her curiously, intent on knowing the same of her. ”What about you, surely the journey has been arduous for you.” He looked her up and down once more, indicating her less than peak condition. ”I’ve been named Song Destruction, after my grandmother who used to rule these lands. What may I call you?
He would not miss the sudden sound of movement in the undergrowth nearby however, and his pale blue eyes flashed open at her appearance. He tilted his head in curiosity as he took her in, rich forest hues covered her silky pelt. She looked run down, skinny and tired. Not only from what was probably a long journey but her eyes told of emotional unrest as well. She was hardly a threat, though he bowed his head in greeting keeping himself sprawled comfortably on the roots as her words reached his ears.
He smiled softly, wondering where she had come from and what troubles she had seen recently to make her so. ”The home of my ancestors, my mother told me if I appeared by the water at night I would be astounded by an act of magic. So I wait the hour of darkness.” He looked back to her curiously, intent on knowing the same of her. ”What about you, surely the journey has been arduous for you.” He looked her up and down once more, indicating her less than peak condition. ”I’ve been named Song Destruction, after my grandmother who used to rule these lands. What may I call you?