What is dead may never truly die
01-05-2015, 08:40 PM
Bane stared with both eyes up at the clouds past the gap in the autumn leaves of the trees that covered his hillside. Shifting. Rolling. Shaping. Free to do whatever they pleased as the wind blew them along. The darkened fur of a foreleg coming into view as a paw attempted to bat at a cloud like a feline with a few repeated waves. Being alone in Somnium wasn't to bad. Never hungry nor thirsty though it didn't stop him from testing the water from the nearby rivers slow current. Cool and refreshing despite an obvious effect still not being noticed. The fish that lazily swam by were easy to grab up, and their little bones being returned to the water when he was done. What others that lived around here with him were curiously glanced at from afar but had yet to be approached.
The only other real curiosity to Bane was just what his family was doing? Every day during a spare moment the tree he had awoken close to in the grassy field was glanced at. Watching and waiting for a familiar face to rejoin him in the afterlife. With a content sigh the dead wolf rolled over and picked up his carving antler. Both eyes, whole and shifting in their curious hazel gaze examined the face of the closest untouched trunk. A cheery grumble was vocalized as he set about the slow and artistic process of carving out the Talutah symbol into the base of the tree. The first of three to spaced evenly in the bark. Dozens more had to be done on his hill, but the wolf had all the time in the world.
The only other real curiosity to Bane was just what his family was doing? Every day during a spare moment the tree he had awoken close to in the grassy field was glanced at. Watching and waiting for a familiar face to rejoin him in the afterlife. With a content sigh the dead wolf rolled over and picked up his carving antler. Both eyes, whole and shifting in their curious hazel gaze examined the face of the closest untouched trunk. A cheery grumble was vocalized as he set about the slow and artistic process of carving out the Talutah symbol into the base of the tree. The first of three to spaced evenly in the bark. Dozens more had to be done on his hill, but the wolf had all the time in the world.