silver lillies on a iron pool
08-13-2013, 05:50 PM
~*~ "Hmmm well I would not want to risk you getting into trouble, but perhaps some day I shall have to pay you... a... visit..." Silverback's voice trailed off suddenly. Her keen eyes had captured something on one of the winding tunnels off the side. It was just a little ways past the grey wolf's shoulder. Grey-green eyes narrowed in and suddenly Silverback was on her paws again, bounding off towards it. It was unreal how the she-cat could move so quietly and so quickly- like storm clouds or dusk one might say. There wasn't even a click of claws on the stone for an echo to catch. One moment she was standing before the mutt, and the next she was dashing past her to a different chamber of the tunnel. It came out into a room of sorts. This one had more pictures, but of mountains and trees. There was bow of black and white that Silverback recognized for an eagle, and a rush of waving lines that might just be a river. And there - there at the far end, with a filter of stray daylight shining on it, was a design which could only be one thing. Noiselessly, the big cat moved from where she'd froze in the middle of the room, creeping forward until she reached he picture, which came perfectly to just above her head height - about half way up the wall. She stared at the grey curves and the blotted dots for what must have been a year. "...it's me..." she rumbled quietly. Of course it wasn't her her, but it looked just like her. What was this strange place? What was this supposed to mean?... |