Forgotton, Yet Ever Present

Cwmfen nic Graine · 05-28-2010, 05:06 PM

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Cwmfen nic Graine wandered near Flanders Field. She did not know why she felt so much attachment to the place. Perhaps there was some sentimental value—the place of her acceptance into Dahlia de Mai. Yet, while she indeed did consider such places in her sentimental values, it was not in her nature to linger around such things of the past. The past was an entity in which experience was gained, but it was a thing which must be forgotten. What appealed to her the most, she concluded, was the life-song there. So grey, cool, gentle…like a cool brook at high noon of the summer season. Black feet, with toes banded by blue woad, tread quietly through the summertime grasses. Her hands brushed fondly over the stones of the dead, and with each touch she could hear their whispering, so faint that it could merely be dismissed as a breath.

Her attention was averted as something scurried through the grass beneath her feet. Immediately, the woman gave chase, shifting mid-stride back into her lupus form. Her movements were effortless and swift, like an otter through the water, as she gave chase to the snack. Her maw reached forward, as if tentatively requesting to take the hind legs of the—she inhaled the scent deeply—rabbit. The small creature was quick, but she knew that rabbits eventually traveled in a large circle. So, the she-wolf took off to one side, bending the arches of the rodent’s circular path—and intercepted the poor creature .The graceful jaws snapped audibly shut about the hind leg of the rabbit. As the marked limbs ground to a halt, the female flickered her maw, adjusting her grip to the creature’s neck. The death cry of the rabbit echoed dully in the damp air.

The black auds pricked forward, someone had arrived at the boarders. The black fae turned her white gaze towards the approaching wolf. Her gait was light as she closed the short distance between them, and she hardly seemed to stop at all, so fluid were her movements. The woad-marked female realized that something was not quite...real. And then the one who had approached upon the boarders disappeared, a mere ghost of her memory. The white orbs considered the space, those quiet eyes contemplative. The shade had belonged to her sire.... She recalled the strange and dark calling that had risen from her heart, even knowing what he did, even hating him. For, if there was one creature in the world that she must love and hate with equal passion, it was her father. Perhaps it was best, she thought, that I had left Onus. That black smudge upon her bright soul would never fade.

A woad banded ear flickered as if hearing a distant call, and then she turned away from the boarders, returning to the forgotten meal.

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