oath of silence

As Ysmir raced forward Barenziah dipped, dived, and dove in an almost dance like manner above him. The younglings raced through the snow covered field in those early hours like they had no other care in the world. Ysmir had always been closer to his instincts, perhaps having to do with his inability to really communicate audibly. There was an odd sense about this place, maybe the unnatural metal shrapnel that littered the landscape or maybe Ysmir was more in tune with his surroundings. Nature grew up around the abandoned objects but they wouldn’t be truly reclaimed. The spirit of what was done here would forever live on, the boy could feel it.

The spirit of warriors before him ran through his veins, he could feel the kindred spirit even now. Generations later. Dark paws carried him forward, his long gait carrying him effortlessly over the plains. His speed only matched by the raptor above him. He grinned up at the bird as dual toned eyes glittered in the snow reflected light. He raced, unknowingly, towards the pan who peeked out into the snow.

Ysmir barreled towards him, and unknowingly, used the shelter like a springboard. Ysmir became just as airborne as his feathered companion, and for a moment he could kiss the sky. The almost yearling soared right over the strangers head and rained snow heavily upon him.