On The Edge of Glory
05-05-2014, 09:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-05-2014, 09:23 PM by Lekan.)
The sky was beginning to churn above his head, watching the young boy with an eager malice. This wasn't the kind of atmosphere Lekan craved. Some wolves were hungry for power. Lekan was born to serve those wolves. But to relinquish oneself to another like that... it took an entirely different kind of personality. Instead of finding delight in the way his pelt rolled in the tugs of the wind, Lekan simply rocked under its influence. He approached the edge of the cliff that loomed ahead and rested on the short grass. He smiled at the power of the distant storm, respecting it somehow. Winter was coming quickly. The golden brute could feel it singing in his bones. That inevitable chill that he remembered from the early days of his life. Terrible white flakes that made you shiver and sigh, even as you paused to admire their beauty. Winter was a temptress. Lekan seemed to chuckle quietly as he entertained the thought. He imagined winter itself as a gorgeous white female, with eyes like ice and a voice softer than the wind. He may have let a slight shudder tumble across his spine. But that was not the life he was meant for. Lekan pushed the thoughts away instead and smiled gently at the angry horizon, trying not to worry about the storms ahead. WORDS HERE |