Whispers In The Dark
02-15-2014, 11:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-15-2014, 11:23 PM by Erani.)
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Erani lazed in the sunlight, settled beside Cairo?s resting place, eyes closed as she listened to the world around her. Cormalin was hunting a meal for them and Friction?s family, and she had little to do. Since they were returning to Valhalla, and leaving this land behind soon enough, she didn?t gather herbs to stock her den. They would have to head home soon, and yet, once more, something held the old Theta back. ?Something is coming, Erani, and I want you to treasure them when you find them. Think of this as a last hope.? Words spoken by a dead love, in a dream within a dream. Her head lifted abruptly, a small tingle thrilling through her body, ears perked. Restlessness tugged at her paws, and she rose, following the other sense, the sixth sense, in a long trot through the forested area of the old territory. She paused, one paw raised slightly, eyes scanning the open plains that made up the rest of the old territory, before turning decisively and heading toward the river. As the river flowed out into the plains, a young tree marked a bend in the watery course, and it was to that tree she headed. She slowed as she spotted the figure stretched out in the shade, deep blue eyes alert, but the tingle pushed her on. Soon, she stood before the stranger, eyes taking him in. Luna?s breath, those eyes, and the color of his fur? If it were a shade darker, and the white markings were not there, this wolf would be the spitting image of Cairo. Her head tilted slightly. And then it made sense. This male was just old enough to have been the pups from Cairo?s first mate, the mate he?d had when she had joined his pack. No one knew where Alice had gone, only that she had vanished, pregnant with Cairo?s children. Not many had thought about it afterwards, once things had settled down. Why was this male here now? Where was the mother? His scent carried traces of two others, a male, and a female. Where were they? Deep blue eyes lifted to scan the plains, finding no other forms, then lowered to the male again. ?I?ve been waiting for you, it seems.? Low velvet tones, accented of Scots and British. |