silent song

The man could not help himself from lingering in the north. He had become accustomed to the constant chill and the old forests that marked the land. To be forced from his pack lands temporarily would not discourage him from continuing a life here. He had never visited the lake here before but viewed it from afar and as there was nothing to occupy him he decided he would take a more thorough account of the north lands. Snow would dust the man's black coat which had thickened in the rise of cold weather. Deteste understood that the lake was frozen year round and he placed great trust in the ice as he stepped his large frame upon it, his gait building in steadiness but not leaving it's brisk but leisurely place. He would watch with some wistfulness as the ice glowed beneath him, remembering the warmth of Ludicael and the rainy winter he spent among it's land. He had in a sense become a man without a country and he would not find rest until he had claimed a home for himself.



Deteste's trot would cease upon spotting the young woman before him. Perhaps not a woman yet considering her size and the softness of her features. He had almost missed her. Covered in the powdery snow she blended with the glittering ice beneath them. For a split moment the man had considered the image a fantasy. A perspective of imagination. Yet her hot breath rose into the dark sky and dissipated into the night sky. Her fragile rib cage, all to obvious under the winter pelt, under the snow, heaved with perfect cadence. He wondered if she had noticed him for he was obvious against the white. Always a black stain in the midst of winter. His voice would leave him in a misty cloud of white, his toes tingling with the bite of the ice he stood upon now that he was still. Hello. the words would flow forth with warmth.