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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:04 pm
..||Shaman Quest||..
 ..- Name: North ..- Gender: Male ..- Age: Teen ..- Birthdate: March 9th 2006 ..- Color: Silvery Tan ..- Eyes: Yellow ..- Rank: Lone Teen (at the moment) ..- Lineage: ..- Family Tree..- Mate(s): Too Young! ..- Health: Very Hungry ..- Territory Occupying: Neutral Territory ..- Friends: Fleance, Leradien ..- Neutral: Fayina Tao, Volk ..- Enemies: -- ..- Past Stages: PupHere's the link to the roll: Here North rolled low so we'll have to beef him up with rp....yesss >83
Here's a summary of the posts below:
I. Fleance travels with North to go see Lera
II. North walks with Lera, she tells him stories
III. While on another walk North hears singing, and then screaming. The weather turns super bad.
IV. Lera and North travel to a cave decorated by humans. She tells him that she wants to give him her memories
V. Lera reveals her memories
VI. North, freaked out, runs away and is attacked by a bear. He escapes by hiding in a burrow
VII. North hears whispers, and contemplates death.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:05 pm
- Part I -
The Travel “Father, where are we going?” A young and rather skinny young male spoke to the wolf ahead who was leading him through a thin part of the forest. There was hardly any undergrowth between ancient red pines as a light snowfall fell between their branches. The murky clouds overhead shielded the moon away from any onlookers and cast the land in nothing but darkness. Thankfully, wolves had pretty decent vision.
“We’re almost there,” the much larger and thicker male grunted without looking back or waivering in his pace. The dark male’s steps were fast and reassured North, the young wolf, that they indeed had a destination but it made him uneasy that his own blood father would not share this information. The adolescent’s ears turned and pinned against his scalp as yellow eyes could do nothing but look at his father’s shallow paw prints in the snow on the ground. Why were they moving? They had always lived on the fringes of the neutral territory quite peacefully, but why this sudden change of location?
“Are we going to meet someone?” The thought peaked in North’s mind and his head rose with hope.
“Hush!” Fleance snapped. They were in no wolf land, between the borders of packs, and some packs didn’t take lightly to have strangers so close to their territory, especially during the peak of mating season. The young wolf quickly lowered his head and quickened his pace to keep up with his father’s. North knew little about the world, and he had always been sheltered by his family. He couldn’t remember the face of his mother or siblings and he didn’t know any other relatives. Only faint scents lingered in his memory, and even those were fading as he came into adulthood. His father, Fleance, had taught him to hunt, how to search out prey, but survival was probably the most he knew.
Howls sounded out like alarms in the distance and North’s body shrunk as he hunched over, slowed down, curled his tail under his body and listened to the distant calls of packs. “Keep moving!” barked Fleance under his breath and the young teen quickly moved to catch up with his father once again.
The dark male slowly came to a halt between two large pine trees, North standing cautiously behind his father, and there, before him was something moving, a deer? A fox? No- it was a wolf! It was female by her scent, her body majestic yet aged her fur growing pale. Her golden eyes were darker than his own, but just as bright with life. Numerous scars lined her body and her pelt seemed soft against the dark night. North found comfort in the figure but he also feared it. She was luminous, almost ghostly in appearance, and the young male ceased to breath for a few moments. She did not appear vicious, but appearances could be deceiving.
His father walked forward and approached the aged she-wolf, but North remained where he was, paws stuck to the ground as if they were in a foot of mud. His ears remained back, his eyes large with both wonder and terror. But then he heard her speak, “Hello Fleance,” this old wolf knew his father?
“Hello mother,” This wolf was his father’s mother? This wolf was his grandmother? North regarded her but quickly dropped his gaze when he noticed the she-wolf was looking at him as well. “I have brought him, as you asked.” It was unusual, this whole movement was unusual, and for the first time in his short life North felt as if he had lost the very footing under him. Where were they? Who was she?
“Good,” responded the ghostly stranger, “come this way.” Fleance followed and looked back at his dazed son and then back to the female. “You too, North.” She knew his name? North took a sharp breath inward and forced his legs to follow the wolves into the darkness of a denser forest.
It was dawn and the travel had taken it’s toll on North. His feet dragged sleepily and his lids hung halfway over his yellow eyes lazily. His head and dark muzzle drooped as he mindlessly followed his Father and the strange female through the woods. Both of the adults seemed unaffected by the passing of the night, and each held their heads high. North looked up for a fleeting moment to find the two of them talking but didn’t care much to listen. He needed to conserve energy to merely walk, after all.
“Why did you call to me?” Fleance whispered under his breath to his mother. He had grown larger than her, either that or she had been shrinking. He had forgotten how his mother must have aged in his abscense and her appearance was new to him. Her pelt was once dark but now it was practically snow white. It made her scars show easily and her old battle scars troubled him.
“I can’t see my son and grandchildren?” the older female spat back. Fleance had forgotten how bitter she’d become too. He knew his mother wasn’t one to call a wolf such a long distance for merely a family visit, there had to be other reasons.
“Is there something wrong with me? Did you for see something?” Fleance whispered worriedly.
“Hardly,” the pale she-wolf laughed back, “You’ve always been so cautious, Fleance. It’s a surprise to me you’ve reproduced at all.” The ebon and silver wolf frowned at his mother’s comments. She had always taken serious things so lightly. Not only that, but his scars ached from remembering the feirce Notoka who had nearly killed him. The elder female looked back at the tired North. By now the young wolf had fallen back considerably, “Keep Up,” the old wolf barked and North’s head snapped up in surprise at her harsh words and he sped up only to go back into his vegetative half awake state.
“Where have you brought us?” Fleance asked.
“You are on the fringes of the Outriders pack lands. This is my home…for now. It is ruled by a mighty wolf named Phib. He is well respected around these parts. We’re moving towards my den, we’ve almost reached it.” The old wolf summed up quickly and he pace quickened as the sun broke the horizon.
It wasn’t long before they reached an old den, probably dun by some other sort of burrow dwelling animal. It was nestled in a deep part of the forest and was well protected and upheld by the roots of the large trees that stood as strong as the pack which resided in the territory. Fleance stopped short, North bumping into his backside as he heard vicious growls from within the den.
“Be quiet, Volk!” the female snapped and the growls subsided as she walked into the den, “They are visitors.” The wolf that had growled gave a hur-umph and turned his head away to go back to sleeping.
“Who is he?” Fleance asked nervously.
“My traveling…companion,” companion wasn’t really the word, more like body guard slash mate. Ever since her fiasco with Haku the silvery female had felt to need to fill her life with another wolf, to preoccupy her. Fleance picked up at her nuances and frowned at the idea of his mother choosing another mate. He had been just a pup when the battle had happened, but his mother didn’t wish to share the memories of the past to him.
“Sleep for a bit, it looks like your son needs it,” at the OK North promptly fell on the soft ground and fell asleep in seconds. Fleance nodded to his mother and laid next to his son, his body tense as he watched the husky wolf named Volk. They all quickly fell asleep during the early morning.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:06 pm
- Part II -
Story Teller A chill wind announced the coming of the afternoon. The days had been growing colder and still the sun did not show it’s face. It remained hidden behind the overcast clouds and did not even have the courage the melt the layer of snow on the ground. The flakes had grown larger and still it fell from the sky. The old female, Leradien, had remained awake while her son and grandson rested. She had moved towards Fleance as he slept and slipped into his mind, into the deepest parts of his consciousness, and she retrieved memories of his life. Leradien normally didn’t pry on a regular basis and she had lost touch with her son’s life. But what she found, his love, the reason for his scars, and his near death battle, made her realize why the male had become cautious with the growth of North. My poor child, she thought to herself, it saddens me how I cannot protect you anymore.
After finishing with Fleance she moved towards North. His mind was blank, filled with hardly and memories. It was time for her to fill his mind with knowledge. She had sensed something about his presence, his aura. Changes were occurring in both his mind and body, changes that were not associated with a wolf’s normal growth pattern. It baffled her but she decided that now was the time to pass her archive of memories onto the next generation. She would keep them in her own mind as well, to pass them onto another seer, who could, in turn pass them on along again long after her own death. But for now she would give them to her youngest relative, North.
Leradien nudge a cold nose on her grandson’s face. He awoke with a start as he looked around bewildered as if he had forgotten where he was. It took a moment or two before her remembered he was in the cave of a strange female. He noticed both his father and the growling wolf were asleep, but the elder female motioned for him to follow her as she silently made he way out of the den. He forgot his terror of her and quickly got up and followed her.
The snow made a delightful crunching noise under his paws as he high stepped through it and took a bite now and then. Lera could do nothing but give a light grin at his antics. He was so oblivious from the turmoil of the world.
“My name is Leradien,” she said, stopping after they were quite a distance from her den, turning to overlook the teen whose muzzle was covered in snow. North quickly licked it off. “I am your grandmother.” Lera gave a bitter face at her own words. Grandmother sounded so old.
“I didn’t know I had a grandmother,” said North. Well, he knew all wolves came from other wolves, but eh did not ever think he’d actually meet another relative of his.
“Well you do.” she stated quickly, “Actually, you have quite a few relatives roaming the woods…uncles, aunts, cousins, grandfathers…a mother…”
“I have not seen my mother in a long time,” North said earnestly but quiet. He had always felt very close to his father, but he often missed the presence of a mother in his life.
“Do you know who she is?”
“No.”
Quite fell upon the wolves as snow continued to fall amongst the forest.
“Do you know what a seer is?” Leradien asked. Her change in subject matter seemed to be done on purpose.
“Uhmm…” North cocked his head and looked skywards, deep in thought, “my dad told me about them once,” he recalled, “told me that they could read minds and they had other special powers…”
Leradien harrumphed. What a horrible description! She would have wished Fleance told her grandson a better story of the seers. He WAS the son of one, after all. “I guess that’s right,” she said. The pair remained quiet as the old female lead North to a large bent tree by a frozen lake. She laid under it as soon as they arrived. “Maybe I am getting old,” she remarked as she watched her grandson still vibrant with youth. “Come lay down next to me.”
As if preparing for the worst, like a scolded child, North inched over to his now deemed grandmother, laying next to her, but trying to avoid eye contact. His silliness made Lera smile.
“Well, you know, I am a seer myself,” she said and lifted her chin.
“Really?” said North, his face lighting up as his interested was sparked.
“Yes, an aging seer…I’ve seen many winters, many mates, many pups, many deaths, loses, and wins.” Lera’s voice was wistful when she named off the list. Conflicting emotions of apathy, pride, and regret soddened her speech which made North feel ashamed for how unsculpted he was, in terms of the world.
“Have you ever seen a bear?” He said with excitement.
“Are you crazy!?” Lera yelled, “bears are dangerous and should be avoided at all costs!”
North frowned.
“But yes, I have seen a bear.” Lera smiled at North, and North smiled back.
“Do you have any good stories?” North asked, excited. He shifted his weight so he laid closer to Lera, now finding some comfort in her presence. The bite of winter in the early morning had no effect on the wolves’ thick winter coats and the two were smitten like ducks.
“Hmmm….Let’s seee…” she thought, pondering on what kind of story the young wolf would like to hear. He was a boy, so probably some story about courageous fighting and merit, or war. Leradien looked over to his excited yellow eyes and large, awkward teenage ears, finally picking out a story from her past to tell him.
“Well, Once there were two seers...."
Lera’s story telling continued far into the evening. The sun disappeared into the horizon, and the new moon rose. It was yellow in color and cask the mid winter forest in a dusky orange. It was time to return to the den, where Fleance and Volk were waiting.
Grandmother and grandchild accompanied one another back to the safety of the den, North still energetic as he high stepped through the snow, and Lera still aging as she lifted her paws with dignity. She could tell a relationship was forming, as the two grew closer and began to know more about each other. Upon arriving the wafting of the scent of fresh deer hit the noses of the pair. Volk had caught a sickly and starving doe in the forest and had already ate his fill. Fleance, eyeing Volk nervously, picked at the feast. North’s tongue dropped from his jaw when his eyes met the fallen animal, and he suddenly realized how hungry he was. Looking to Volk, who was snoozing on a rock, and then to Leradien, who nodded with her approval, he dug in. Fleance became a bit bolder, and swallowed chunks of meat with his son.
All the wolves retired to the den for the evening, and slept through the night.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:08 pm
- Part III -
Bad Weather It had been a week since arriving at Lera’s den, and the forest was going through a bout of heat. Snow began to melt during the day, and refreeze at night, but after days grass began to peeks through the white slush. It excited the four wolves, because it meant Spring would soon show. But they were so terribly wrong.
To celebrate the warm summer, Volk and Fleance had headed off on a hunting trip. The two males had learned to trust each other while Leradien and North traveled through the forest to catch up on history. In the excitement of grass showing Nort would run ahead, dig a hole, leave it, run ahead, and repeat. Feeling the wet dirt through his toes felt wonderful, and with each hole, he became more and more excited for summer.
“Give the poor grass a chance to grow before you tear it up!” Lera said.
“I can’t help it!”
The old wolf grin and moved into a trot, to keep up with her grandson. They passed the bent tree near the lake, which had formed a wet spot in the middle, and traveled to the lonely hills that made up the meadow outside the Outrider’s territory. North amused himself by running through the tall weeds ,that tickeled his nose, and scaring off birds that kid in the grass. Lera merely rolled her eyes at his antics, deeming him to have too much energy for his youth.
But by mid day the sky quickly became overcast. The distant mountains became invisible because of low flying clouds, and a chilling wind picked up and ruffled the fur of every animal in the forest. Lera became solemn and quiet, and surprisingly North became serious as well.
The young tawny and black wolf had wandered to the other side of the meadow from his grandmother, and looked skyward.
OOoooooOoooo
North’s head snapped around, but he saw nothing but grass waving gently in the wind.
Oooooohhhhhhoooahhhh,
Was that…singing? North listened carefully to the enchanted singing that he heard. It sounded pleasant, but mysterious, and he shrugged it off as Lera singing in the distance.
Ahhhhhhhhahhhaaaaaaaaa,
North closed his eyes and smiled. Such a nice melody~ It sounded so relaxing- so soothing- so--!!!
AHHHHH!
The mysterious singing suddenly became a shrill shriek of terror and hurt North’s ears. He cringed and opened his eyes in surprise only to be met with a stinging win that made his golden eyes water. The wind was strong! It whipped the tall grass around in circles violently, and sucked the air from the young wolf’s lungs. He couldn’t breath! The wind quickly chilled his ears. North could feel the blood rushing to his head, his legs becoming weak. Soon snow joined the mixture. North crouched down, but the grass provided little cover.
Lera ran towards the direction she last saw her grandson.
“Nooorrtthhh!”
Lera called with all her might, but also found her lungs chilled, and the old she-wolf quickly lost her voice. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She could see North’s racing thoughts in the color of gold and quickly followed those thoughts. It wasn’t long before she found him. Lera thanked the her powers.
“North!” Lera shouted at the young wolf. He blinked, and looked at her, squinting.
“Quick! Follow me!”
The old wolf turned and began to race back to the bent tree, her grandson in tow. Their fur was ruffled by the wind and their extremities froze. The pair quickly took shelter under a large root of the tree.
The snow covered them, locking the wolves into a small, icy tomb. It wasn’t until the weather calmed that Leradien was able to break free. She hunched her back against the snow, and heaved it off. Both wolves were cold, but both were alive. North shook his coat free and shivered.
“What was THAT?!” North said, obviously surprised by the sudden change in weather.
“I don’t know..” Lera said, shooting a suspicious look towards the sky as the sun peeked through the clouds once more, giving them innocent smiles.
“I head your singing and than POW! Right in my-”
“Singing?” Lera said.
“Yeah.”
“I wasn’t singing.”
“Tch, you kid, I head singing-humming-wooing, like a lullaby- and then a scream!” North yelled his explanation, aghast at what had just occurred. “And then before I knew it, I was hit in the face with a horrible wind!”
“Well, whoever was singing, it wasn’t me. Perhaps it was the grass?” Lera smirked, but North only gave a light chuckle in amusement.
“That’s crazy,” he said.
“You never know,” said the seer, and after a quick check over they hurried back to the den to check on Volk and Fleance.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:08 pm
- Part IV -
A Human Place Daily walks had become a regular activity for Leradien and North, much to Fleance’s dismay. The father wanted nothing more than to return to his own, warm den- providing a badger or porcupine hadn’t moved in. North had begun to think about, or obsess, over what Lera had said about the grass. Was it just coincidence? Come to think about it, the singing didn’t could like his grandmother’s at all…was the grass trying to warn him?
That’s silly! Grass singing?
North shook his head and trotted next to Lera. The seer glanced over to her grandson to watch his face. His brows were deeply furrowed in thought and concentration. She slowly began to slip into his minds, into his thoughts. She went unnoticed by the young would as she read his mind.
North thought about nothing else but the grass singing. Lera could see and hear his memories. The unusual singing- and then the scream, followed by the strange weather. Finally she understood his strange aura, she new what he was destined to become.
Her fur prickled with pleasure as a sly grin showed on her maw. Notoka would be furious to find out a shaman laid in her bloodlines- or his. Notoka was North’s grandfather, after all. She let loose a small chuckle at the thought, which broke North’s concentration. He gave the old wolf an odd look. Lera cleared her throat.
“Strange weather yesterday, yeah?”
“Yeah…” said North.
“Good thing your father and Volk were okay- it seemed they made it back to the den before it hit.”
North remained silent.
“I guess we got too excited with seeing grass- I suspect we won’t be seeing the green stuff for a while now.” Leradien glanced down to North, who was quite a bit shorter than she. His face remained serious, his eyes watching the ground. Lera started a sentence- but was interrupted by the young wolf.
“I could have sworn I heard singing yesterday…”
“I guess,” she shrugged, “you know, every plant has a voice.”
“What?” North asked, stupefied at what the seer meant.
“Sure!” Lera said, “But it takes a very good listener to hear their voices.”
North returned to his thoughtful self.
“Your father met such a wolf one time, when he was courting your mother.” North looked up in surprise- his grandmother wasn’t making up stories? “Notoka, you mother’s father, attacked Fleance, and injured him. A wolf named Solan came and helped him.”
Fleance was stunned. Partially because he didn’t know how she could know these things, and what this wolf ‘solan’ was like.
“Here’s let’s go to the mountains. There’s a cave I want you to see,” Leradien said, and the wolves continued to travel.
It took all day to reach the old cave. Their pace was slow. North did not prance or play as usual, and was silent most of the way. Leradien watched him carefully, but the young, and usually jubilant, wolf merely hung his head. The stars were out by the time they reached a large cave at the base of a mountain. Formed from a rock slide many years ago the stones had fallen to form a gap. Moss heavily covered the stones and strange carvings were etched in on the outside. The area had a mystic aura about it, which brought North out of his traces. He observed the area carefully, and followed Lera inside.
The carvings were even more magnificent on the inside. Not only carvings- but paintings too! Of animals, some recognizable, some not. They had a dusty quality to them and seemed very old. Who had made them? Humans probably, North assumed. He had never seen any, but his father had spoken of them. Dries grass floored the room, and once again North felt dirt on his paws.
“Why did you bring me here?” North said.
“I wanted show you something very beautiful…but also very deadly. Humans kill wolves, yet they are the ones who made these paintings.”
North frowned. Humans didn’t seem very kind.
“I also wanted to share with you…my memories,” Leradien said. Her voice had become quiet.
North gave her a confused look. Could she really do that? She was a seer, after all.
“I am…not as young as a used to be,” she smirked, the thought of death obviously on her face, “but that is not the point. You are my blood, and I am yours. Grandmother and grandson. You are to become something great and I wish to share these things with you. My most secrets of secrets.”
North merely passed of the ‘great’ thing as her speaking about his age. He quietly thought, not sure what any consequences would be. He had always been ignorant of the world and its history, content to live on a day to day basis, not really caring about when he should become, or what others do. He was young, and reckless, and never regarded the world in sure a serious manner. His ears folded back, uncertain, but Lera pressed him, moving closer and he finally gave in, mostly out of curiosity. Lera could hear it in his thoughts.
“Here,” Lera whispered. Moonlight casted into the cave as she touched her forehead to his. Usually she would be able to communicate without touch, but the amount of imagery she was about to convey was immense, and being close helped the process.
Nothing could prepare what North saw next.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:09 pm
- Part V -
The Giver
His mind was dark at first, blank. He waited in silence, his eyes closed. Everything was black. The ambiance of the winter forest at night could be heard through the cracks n the rock. He could hear Leradien breathing, and feel her head against his. And then, slowly, a light appeared in his mind!
It was bright and golden, sparks flew, until his mind was filled with a stunning gold. He was running. Or was it him? Running, running. The gold ended, and he could see into a murky den, a mother wolf giving birth. It was raining outside. The smell of mold told it had been raining for a long time Labor was strenuous, but she managed to give birth to three pups, one stillborn.
The image changed he saw a small gray pup running, like he had been before. The land was flooding She swam, trying to escape water. And continued to run. She was dying! North tried to scream, but could not. He felt a burn in his chest and the fatigue, like the small pup did. He could feel himself dying.
The running never stopped. North began to cry. He wanted to help this creature! The hopeless situation, it was agonizing to him. He watched her roll down a grass hill, into a meadow. The pup was frantic. Another form appeared in the distance. ‘An ambush!’ Both North and the pup thought at the same. Was he connected to her.
He watched from his third person view as this wolf approached, his fur purple and wet with teal eyes. He introduced himself as Notoka. Wait…North’s grandfather? These images…they were of the past.
Notoka provided the small pup and he watched their conversations, only to find that the small pup was his grandmother, Leradien.
Days flew by and he watched. Everything was happening so fast! North saw a pretty female pup, Silvamord. He watched as the trio grew up together. He saw wolves named Soul, Citalin, and Tamore. They wanted to start a pack. He could hear Lera’s thoughts throughout the memories. He secrets, her jealousy. Lera grew to adolescent, running through the forest, showing herself off. They became adults. Emotioned ran high between the trio. Competition for Notoka’s love.
Lera didn’t get it. Instead she gave it up.
During this time he felt the female’s headaches, her mind bending all the time. She was helpless, dying again. A memory of the rain resurfaced. An adult Lera lay on the soggy ground, screaming in pain as she writhed in the grass and mud. A wolf named Toeboe was there. Notoka approached. The memory was blurry.
But North could feel an intense pain stabbing at his chest. It was both physical and emotional. It was grief, sorrow, regret, jealousy, hate, it was a lot of things.
North knew these things, because Lera new them.
Wolves named Carmen Mitena flowed into his mind. Mitena being a blind pup who grew to be like a sister to Lera, Carmen a devilish wolf who Lera also befriended.
And then there was Isaac. North could feel Lera’s burning hatred for this wolf. Hate, that’s all there was.
Leradien was on a quest, her mind pains continuing. She went with Notoka and Silvamord to meet someone from the purple wolf’s old pack. A seer, who would help Leradien. They traveled, and met Lewain. She was gray and old, but was noble in every aspect. North could feel a deep respect of her from his grandmother.
And then blood was split. Lewain was dead. North cried again at the sight of the mangled body. He could feel Leradien’s frustration, her anger, her rage…her sorrow. Isaac had done this. Lera wanted to kill. They traveled back to the packlands.
North saw more wolves named Kamali and Gizmo. Leradien formed a strong connection with these two, acting as a mother.
And then Haku, oh Haku. His Grandfather, Lera’s past mate. He could feel the old Lera’s hate for him as she transferred the images. He appeared brave, swooning Lera into loving him. It was all too perfect. She gained Haku bust lost Notoka. It wasn’t a very fair trade. That winter night flashed and was nothing but a furry of teeth. Notoka thought Haku was an intruder, and went to protect Lera, but Leradien attacked Notoka, trying to save her once mate. She hurt Notoka. The bonds were broken. Their friendship meant nothing now. Oh how Leradien regretted it. Many tears were shead that night, and North could feel the tension in his mind. Lera left with haku to form a pack. That would also lead to devestation.
One of the happier moment in Lera’s life, the birth of her fist litter. Fleance, Nile, and Keara. As their nephew North didn’t recognize his two aunts. He had never seen them, and never knew they existed. He could feel his grandmother’s overwhelming happiness, Her maternal instincts satisfied for the moment. She had a mate, a pack, and children. Everything seemed right. Until Feanaro…that devil masked wolf.
Lexi and Gaara, two wolves that had joined Lera’s pack killed a pup named Sable, and Lera was blamed. That masked wolf haunted Lera, following Gizmo. The murder of crows she saw, the blackness of them. She was furious, angry, and wanted nothing more than to escape.
But even that was impossible.
Leradien had once befriended Gaara, but he had returned to Feanaro, and was twisted. He attacked Kamali, Threatened Gizmo’s pups. And now, even Haku was on his side. It was a raging fury of emotions. Growling, snarling, flashing of teeth. Bond with Gaara were broken, but the loss of Haku devastated her. She had given up Notoka for him, and now Haku had betrayed her! He threatened Gizmo and Kamali, who were so precious to her! It was an unimaginable pain. Nile left her, Keara left her, and Haku left her. The pack split and Leradien became the lone seer. The sorrow was immense, and North began to shed tears for the third time, wishing her could console his grandmother. North tried to shurt his eyes as his body shuttered. This feeling of loss, on lonliness, was like nothing he had experienced before. It was nothing but emptiness.
Other memories played in his mind. Meeting Devvyl and Selia, and their pup Yang. Meeting the tiger wolves, and others. And then the confrontation of Isaac.
It was a great battle between seers. The power of them both, so immense than it cause physical damage. North was shown the mental fight, which was beyond him. Isaac was knocked unconscious, and Lera tore up his knee. Revenge was sweet.
But now Lera was alone an aging. She took security in knowing she was traveling with a young, strong worrier; Volk.
Even more memories were added onto the current stack. Only these were memories taken from other wolves. They showed death, fire, anger, revenge, sorrow, loneliness. The things everybody fears. How could the world be such a horrible place? North’s mind was rattled with this question. His mind turned back to gold, which in turn became nothing but darkness. An unimaginable void which could never be crossed. The pains of the past generations were now passed onto him. Leradien had been the giver, and he had been the reciever.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:10 pm
- Part VI -
Injury and Escape North opened his eyes. His body, and mind, had returned to the dark cave. The moss, grass, rocks, and carvings were all still there. Nothing had changed in this world, but the young wolf’s mind was now filled with memories and lessons many wolves never experienced at such a young age. He was fatigued. His body was cold, and his fur damp from sweat. North’s body shuttered, his breathing shallow, as tears streamed from yellow eyes. His face was wet as mucus dripped from his nose as he sniffle and quivered, sobbing, crying. The transfer of memories had drained him physically and mentally. He doubled over, bringing his body close to the ground as he wailed out as if he were in pain, sobbing, trying to catch his breath. Leradien looked at him, half regretful, and half agitated.
“You’re such a…” she started out, her voice strong and angry. She thought he could handle this. “…child.” he voice softened as she looked at the pitiful wolf.
North watery eyes glanced upward, towards the hole in the ceiling of the cave. There were soft whispers…coming from…the stars? No…The drawings? No…
It was the moss.
North’s eyes grew wide with horror as a breeze blew through an opening which caused the soft green plant to rustle. The whispers continued. They were comforting, or would have been if North had been paying attention. His heart was heavy and pounding, and felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. North was frightened of what he saw, and what he was.
“…Let’s go home…” Lera said after a long pause, her voice quiet.
“NO!” North said suddenly, not realizing how loud his voice was, “I can’t go back!” Images of his wounded father flashed before his eyes. His ebon body torn to pieces, laying in a bloody pool. Pain..North could feel his pain. The choking and suffocating. Can’t breath. “I don’t want to see him!”
Leradien gave her grandson a confused look. But it was false. She could read thoughts, after all.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:11 pm
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