with wings of a carrion fly

Citlali Kimaris · 05-17-2011, 07:23 PM

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You will have to explain a bit of the sacrification process to me ...<33
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He felt lost beyond repair upon arriving.

It wasn’t the fact that Citlali and his aunt and uncle had moved miles from their temporary home, he was used to moving before he had a chance settle in. It was mostly the fact that every face, every inch of this fresh home was new. He had no place to work, no place rest. The boy had, in a sense, no feeling of direction.

Citlali stayed tenderly close to Tlantli’s side when she was there, but not even he would deprive his half-aunt of social activity. Now that she had Miqui, the sand-toned woman was off with him most of the day. Back in Anathema, the thought wouldn’t have disturbed the boy as much as it did now when he hadn’t a friend in the pack.

He awoke with the same crunching feeling the next afternoon. Dull green eyes were still upon opening until a bird landed quietly beside his resting place. Citlali had spent his first few nights inside the ruins under a one story building, having almost all four of its walls still intact. The spot was popular because of its shelter and location so near the entrance, so the tan coyote gave it up without a fight. A few days later he took shelter at the top of an aging tower clothed in thistles and adjacent to a winding tree. Its location was far from the most populated area of Salsola. Part of a wall had fallen long ago and created a half window, the same window the boy had spotted the bird.

It had ruffled its brunette feathers before spreading her wings and catching the strong wind. Citlali smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting tiredly. The scent of rain was brought in by the breeze along with the thick honey-like aroma of clovers. He stood, stretching his limbs on the cold stone floor. With arms extended, the Kimaris boy could have easily touched both sides of the tower with another wide step sideways. It was small inside, lined in gray rocks, and completely empty. However, a larger circular room below could be reached by the stone stairs.

The boy descended them and left out the broken door, stepping over the shards of wood he had removed from it earlier. Following the scent of his aunt and uncle, Citlali discovered it leading him outside the ruins. They were close, although it took him most of the afternoon to find them. He rubbed the white bangle on his wrist, once again reminded of his lack of moon rituals. Perhaps it was the reason for the clouded night he had been receiving. As the sun began to spill its evening light on the territory, her half nephew spotted Tlantli. Her head shook while she gazed in the direction Miqui’s figure had sprinted to seconds ago. Another strained smile blessed his white dusted smile. The Kimaris boy drifted to his aunt’s side, lingering just behind her presence and following her blood red irises to the sunset.

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