(M) An Incredible Discovery

Element · 09-15-2010, 08:41 AM

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Sorry for the wait! And about T.S. Eliot being right next to Tolkien...I thought that maybe the Luperci would have read the books and jumbled them up so the library's former order didn't really count anymore? If it bothers you, though, I can change it. ^^ "

Element took another wary step backward as he felt strings of raging emotion reach over to him from the wolf. Element had the uncanny ability of almost being able to sense emotions - though he mostly smelled it. And now, he caught the scent of unbridled anger rising from within the wolf, and prepared himself to spring away as the wolf glowered at him, fury in his eyes.

Suddenly, the wolf raised his arm above his head, and Element had to pause in his tracks to gaze at the arm. Suddenly, the anger and rage of the wolf clicked in his head and almost made sense - this arm was mangled, mauled. Scarred. It looked as though it had been ripped from the jaws of a bear - what on Earth could have done that much damage? Element almost winced in sympathy with the poor wolf as he once again lowered his arm into a small white thing that dangled from his neck and hung around his mid-section. It seemed like it helped him cope.

No matter how much pain the wolf had gone through, however, Element didn't feel like becoming a meal just to comfort him. He bunched the muscles in his hind legs, about to leap. However, words from the wolf's mouth reached him from the front of the library, and Element stopped himself. "I'm sorry. When the damn thing hurts, it..." The wolf trailed off, and Element stopped himself from bounding away. He was sorry, and Element knew how hard it was to control anger when you were very angry, and particularly in pain. And remembering the mangled arm he'd seen a few moments ago, Element felt like he understood completely. He knew what pain was, and how hard it was to resist the urge to yell out loud at everything and anything in sight.

The wolf then began to pick up the pieces of the book, although Element knew it was useless. He padded over to where the tattered remains were, and dragged a piece towards him. It was a single sheet of paper. Element looked at the top of the paper and read the words there out loud;

"The Wasteland," he read, and felt a slight shiver at the words. He then looked at the faded words underneath and read the most legible ones. "'At the violet hour,'" he quoted in a breathless whisper, "'When the eyes and back turn upward from the desk...when the human engine waits like a taxi, throbbing, waiting.' The words hung there almost ominously - an unfinished piece of a finished work waiting for the rest to be discovered. But the rest was faded away to a light, blotched writing that Element could not make out.

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