Quiet is the Night
Overhead a sliver of a moon. A new moon was due soon and beneath it he did not wish to be, but far from the lands of his birth he had as yet to find a suitable den or other shelter under which to keep himself free of the monstrous shadows of the new moon. Tales had long been told by his mothers lips that the new moon was dangerous and that during it all manner of evils rose from the pits of hell to maim, torture, kill and worse. Some descriptions of what one of the new moons children might do sent a chill down his back. He thought his own mother to be one of the new moons lost prodigies. Yet he could not see himself so related and instead clung to the tales instead of what his sire spoke.
"Tonight the light of the mother moon saves, but tomorrow when night falls the devils will rise and dance on graves old and new. Not even fireflies can light the way."
He had time. Time to find a temporary solution and keep himself hidden away from the eyes and ears of the new moon and his progeny. It mattered naught that it was but a tale, he' believed far too long and would not chance it even if it might prove to be but another lie spilled upon his mothers lips.
Silveris loved her three children, honestly, she did, but she felt like she was dead on her paws. Sure, her three children weren't all that bad with asking her about things, but it was the fact that she couldn't stop worrying about them. She stayed up for hours on end on several nights, pacing around inside the den and around the den as well, her ears pricked and alert for any little movement. This was one of those nights, but the brown and white female had went further than she had planned, a soft sigh escaping her as she sat down, watching the moon for a long time. Soon, she would have to be more alert than ever. But it was worth it, seeing her three pups healthy and safe each morning.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
"Why 'ello there ye bonnie wee lass. Yeh should be careful ye don' startle one o' them hungry bears if there be ene around 'ere," having been given a start he sank back into his Irish accent and lucky it was too that he hadn't reverted to Irish Gaelic all the way or she might never have understood him, if he understood him at all anyway. "Least it's not a new moon, innit?" He didn't even care to think about the following night as he tilted his head back to stare up at the sliver of a crescent moon with dread even if there were still a bit of time. "The devils will be out then."
The other jumped and turned to face her, his eyes narrowed, and for a few moments Silveris worried that she may come back to the den hurt. But at the other seeming to relax some, Silveris relaxed as well, although she wouldn't move any closer. As the other spoke, the female found his words a little hard to understand. As she listened, she caught that there were 'devils' that came out during a new moon. A family religion, maybe? The brown and white female gave a small smile, understanding the stranger family religions all too well. Even if she was far away from the Latchme family, she still kept the religions, along with her brother. At the thought of her brother, another soft sigh came from the female. Castiel watch over him.
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"Ah, where ever are my manners. I do 'ope yeh don' take too much stock in names. It was nah a name my Da would 'ave chosen, but my Mam di' nah give 'im a choice in the matter. I'm Savage Kringle. Yeh need nah tell me yours if yer uncomfortable." He did wonder if she were completely missing an eye as he couldn't see in the night, and if not, what could have happened to so blind her eye. Yet he felt it would be rude and a bit to prying of a stranger to ask. Perhaps if he saw her at some point in the morning light, for he doubted she'd wish to bring herself nearer. They were strangers after all.