06-30-2010, 12:52 AM
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Nayru heard the call but as the voice was not yet known to her she did not hurry. The past few days had once again been spent in solitude, mulling over the connections she had made in the pack. Unsure of her purpose more than ever, nightly the white lady pleaded patience with her and Nayru was content to listen. Still the memories of her parents and siblings elicited no sorrow; instead she soaked up everyone else, memorizing them, trying to understanding them. If anything, she would one day understand them all. Why Conor was seemed so pure but incomplete, why so many motherless puppies wound up in one place, and why the animosity towards Inferni hung over them like a heavy blanket on a hot day. Once she understood, she would know her purpose, she felt that, but she was too far from understanding. Most days she had to be content with taking baby steps toward her goal, and it was with baby steps she arrived, near soundlessly to the beach, finding the three adults overly concerned with a massively large ocean creature Nayru didn’t have a name for yet.
With soundless steps Nayru glided over to them, her blood colored eyes meeting the round, disk sized ones of the whales. Never once did she make eye contact with Conor, Bris or the newer, unnamed female, her attention was fixated on the whale. It seemed that she murmured to the whale, the words barely audible in her sweet, doe-like voice. "What is it?" Hesitantly she leaned closer to the creature, her wet nose touching the wet, but drying skin of the whale. Nayru felt the distress of the animal, and now noticed the labored breathing and she thought of the spider she had killed. She thought of the meat she had consumed that morning, provided still by the adults of Dahlia despite her six month mark fast approaching. Why were those lives taken and this one to be spared? If they could even spare it.
Nayru heard the call but as the voice was not yet known to her she did not hurry. The past few days had once again been spent in solitude, mulling over the connections she had made in the pack. Unsure of her purpose more than ever, nightly the white lady pleaded patience with her and Nayru was content to listen. Still the memories of her parents and siblings elicited no sorrow; instead she soaked up everyone else, memorizing them, trying to understanding them. If anything, she would one day understand them all. Why Conor was seemed so pure but incomplete, why so many motherless puppies wound up in one place, and why the animosity towards Inferni hung over them like a heavy blanket on a hot day. Once she understood, she would know her purpose, she felt that, but she was too far from understanding. Most days she had to be content with taking baby steps toward her goal, and it was with baby steps she arrived, near soundlessly to the beach, finding the three adults overly concerned with a massively large ocean creature Nayru didn’t have a name for yet.
With soundless steps Nayru glided over to them, her blood colored eyes meeting the round, disk sized ones of the whales. Never once did she make eye contact with Conor, Bris or the newer, unnamed female, her attention was fixated on the whale. It seemed that she murmured to the whale, the words barely audible in her sweet, doe-like voice. "What is it?" Hesitantly she leaned closer to the creature, her wet nose touching the wet, but drying skin of the whale. Nayru felt the distress of the animal, and now noticed the labored breathing and she thought of the spider she had killed. She thought of the meat she had consumed that morning, provided still by the adults of Dahlia despite her six month mark fast approaching. Why were those lives taken and this one to be spared? If they could even spare it.