04-08-2009, 06:33 PM
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It had been a long winter, and Lannen had spent most of it in solitude. For some reason, since his long-lost brother had become lost again, even the thought of venturing out tasted like ashes in his mouth. He didn't know why, but it was hard to find a core of calm. The serenity of AniWaya was gone, replaced once more by an all-too familiar restlessness that threatened to consume him and destroy all the progress he'd made since December. It had only been a few shorts months, but it felt as though the world had changed. Something about the pull of gravity, or the way the ground felt beneath his feet.
The snow was melting, slowly but surely giving way to spring. Birdsong lingered in the air, a sweetness hovered all around as the sky lightened through the clouds during the daytime. And now, in the midst of twilight, stars shone softly against a velvet black sky. Everything seemed softer, as though the hard edge of winter had faded. He didn't know what it meant, or what to make of it really. The truth was that Lannen was getting older with the turn of every season. He had thought he had seen everything the world had to offer, but now he found himself closed off to new, small miracles.
The white wolf walked two-legged in his optime form, as he wandered without destination in mind. He had been here before, earlier in the winter. Brown eyes wandered the semi-familiar terrain as his mind turned over the events of weeks, perhaps months ago. His memory of the small girl came to the fore. The seasons were changing. He wondered how she had changed.
The snow was melting, slowly but surely giving way to spring. Birdsong lingered in the air, a sweetness hovered all around as the sky lightened through the clouds during the daytime. And now, in the midst of twilight, stars shone softly against a velvet black sky. Everything seemed softer, as though the hard edge of winter had faded. He didn't know what it meant, or what to make of it really. The truth was that Lannen was getting older with the turn of every season. He had thought he had seen everything the world had to offer, but now he found himself closed off to new, small miracles.
The white wolf walked two-legged in his optime form, as he wandered without destination in mind. He had been here before, earlier in the winter. Brown eyes wandered the semi-familiar terrain as his mind turned over the events of weeks, perhaps months ago. His memory of the small girl came to the fore. The seasons were changing. He wondered how she had changed.