08-15-2009, 03:42 AM
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OOC: ::Word Count:: 500+
The sky was a million shades of blue and orange, tinted with a faraway lilac, and Urma watched it as she sat on the cool earth, not far from the Manor. The wind combed through her fur with ease, bending the blades of grass in the same direction, like a silent whisper, calling its audience to order. The pack lands were silent, dusk creeping in on them without so much as a warning, except for the rapidly changing colours of the sky. Those colours beckoned Urma to watch them, lost as she was in her own thoughts, and as she bent a front paw so as to tuck it under her, a sigh escaped her. A million questions rose to the top of her mind, like the millions of particles of substance that she could almost feel between herself and Pilot, more present than ever. As much as she tried to chase the lingering despair away, she found that she couldn't. All seemed lost to her, save the ability to hope and remember.
The sky had turned a darker shade, orange slowly melting into burgundy red, blue turning a navy shade, and lilac blending itself into a vivid purple. Her eyes focused on the shimmery line on the horizon, towards which all these tones seemed to converge. Her heart was heavy with all that had remained unresolved, and the worries and disappointments with which she had left Inferni lands a few days ago crept back. Now there was nothing to keep her from thinking about that: no Naniko or Ehno, nothing at all. Her entire body felt to her as if it weighed a ton, and not even solid earth under her could keep her from thinking she was plummeting, ground and all, towards an endless abyss. It took all the strength and energy she had to keep her from breaking down. All the mental and physical strain took their toll, and another, this time longer, sigh escaped her.
It had seemed easy to think, traveling back from Inferni, that she shouldn't have gone there at all. Now, back in her own territory, she knew it wouldn't have made any difference to her-- at least now, she knew that what she had found out was the truth. As hard and compelling as it had been before for her to think this, she now lived with it as a certainty that there was nothing left for her to cling to, except Pilot's return. And then, she thought, when he did return, how much of the wolf she had known was left? How long would it take both of them to put behind them the ghosts of a past that now haunted them daily? Would they be able to? Would Pilot want to forget it? All these uncertainties faced her yet again with the unknown, and she felt as hopeless and helpless as on the day she had set out to find him. Even if she'd ever leave in search of him again, she would no longer know who or what she was looking for.
The sky was a million shades of blue and orange, tinted with a faraway lilac, and Urma watched it as she sat on the cool earth, not far from the Manor. The wind combed through her fur with ease, bending the blades of grass in the same direction, like a silent whisper, calling its audience to order. The pack lands were silent, dusk creeping in on them without so much as a warning, except for the rapidly changing colours of the sky. Those colours beckoned Urma to watch them, lost as she was in her own thoughts, and as she bent a front paw so as to tuck it under her, a sigh escaped her. A million questions rose to the top of her mind, like the millions of particles of substance that she could almost feel between herself and Pilot, more present than ever. As much as she tried to chase the lingering despair away, she found that she couldn't. All seemed lost to her, save the ability to hope and remember.
The sky had turned a darker shade, orange slowly melting into burgundy red, blue turning a navy shade, and lilac blending itself into a vivid purple. Her eyes focused on the shimmery line on the horizon, towards which all these tones seemed to converge. Her heart was heavy with all that had remained unresolved, and the worries and disappointments with which she had left Inferni lands a few days ago crept back. Now there was nothing to keep her from thinking about that: no Naniko or Ehno, nothing at all. Her entire body felt to her as if it weighed a ton, and not even solid earth under her could keep her from thinking she was plummeting, ground and all, towards an endless abyss. It took all the strength and energy she had to keep her from breaking down. All the mental and physical strain took their toll, and another, this time longer, sigh escaped her.
It had seemed easy to think, traveling back from Inferni, that she shouldn't have gone there at all. Now, back in her own territory, she knew it wouldn't have made any difference to her-- at least now, she knew that what she had found out was the truth. As hard and compelling as it had been before for her to think this, she now lived with it as a certainty that there was nothing left for her to cling to, except Pilot's return. And then, she thought, when he did return, how much of the wolf she had known was left? How long would it take both of them to put behind them the ghosts of a past that now haunted them daily? Would they be able to? Would Pilot want to forget it? All these uncertainties faced her yet again with the unknown, and she felt as hopeless and helpless as on the day she had set out to find him. Even if she'd ever leave in search of him again, she would no longer know who or what she was looking for.
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