05-27-2008, 05:09 PM
Nature conquered all in the end. One day in the centuries to come, this vestige of human civilization would be gone. All the papers in the books in the libary would be but fragile dust. Green things would crumble and break the concrete that paved the ground and held the houses together.
That day was not today, and the blind wolfess had found herself a house. It was old by human standards, which consequently meant it was well built. Etal had commented that many of the newer buildings were not faring as well, and the large eagle had inspected the dwelling Wind had picked out. It was a two story structure with a wrap around wooden porch which was aging in spots, but was in overall good condition. The sunlight flitted playfully around the clouds and through the huge old trees that had taken over the lawns, and sparkled off of the old sword that was propped against the wooden balustrade that ran along the porch. Light glinted on the array of knives she had set out to sharpen. Using a diamond sharpening stone because of its durability, she worked. The task was mandatory and it was always good to have sharp weapons, and it was soothing, the repeatative motion. Still, her sharp ears remained alert, flicking for any change in the background noise of the breezy afternoon. "Shiny they are," bobbling her head in affirmation, Etal fluffed her gray feathers, watching the sunlight dance off the metal. Wind paused, for it was better to waste a few minutes than to accidentally cut off one's finger (she was in Optime form) "Sharp too, so don't go getting fixated." Etal was a bird and had an odd obssession with shiny things. "Fixated? Fixated Etal does not get. Shiny and sharp they are pretty to see. Cannot appreciate such things Wind cannot," Wind bared her teeth in a mild yet not entirely friendly smile, "Wind can appreciate such things. Concentrate on more important things, like sharpening the shiny blades I must." She responded in Low Speech. Etalpalli could understand High Speech, but often when they were alone, WindSeeker slipped into the usage of it without realizing it. She and Etal often bickered, though it was rarely heated because they relied on eachother, she for Etal's eyes, and Etal for her care of the bird in a climate that was very much not her own.
That day was not today, and the blind wolfess had found herself a house. It was old by human standards, which consequently meant it was well built. Etal had commented that many of the newer buildings were not faring as well, and the large eagle had inspected the dwelling Wind had picked out. It was a two story structure with a wrap around wooden porch which was aging in spots, but was in overall good condition. The sunlight flitted playfully around the clouds and through the huge old trees that had taken over the lawns, and sparkled off of the old sword that was propped against the wooden balustrade that ran along the porch. Light glinted on the array of knives she had set out to sharpen. Using a diamond sharpening stone because of its durability, she worked. The task was mandatory and it was always good to have sharp weapons, and it was soothing, the repeatative motion. Still, her sharp ears remained alert, flicking for any change in the background noise of the breezy afternoon. "Shiny they are," bobbling her head in affirmation, Etal fluffed her gray feathers, watching the sunlight dance off the metal. Wind paused, for it was better to waste a few minutes than to accidentally cut off one's finger (she was in Optime form) "Sharp too, so don't go getting fixated." Etal was a bird and had an odd obssession with shiny things. "Fixated? Fixated Etal does not get. Shiny and sharp they are pretty to see. Cannot appreciate such things Wind cannot," Wind bared her teeth in a mild yet not entirely friendly smile, "Wind can appreciate such things. Concentrate on more important things, like sharpening the shiny blades I must." She responded in Low Speech. Etalpalli could understand High Speech, but often when they were alone, WindSeeker slipped into the usage of it without realizing it. She and Etal often bickered, though it was rarely heated because they relied on eachother, she for Etal's eyes, and Etal for her care of the bird in a climate that was very much not her own.