08-08-2008, 02:13 PM
backdated to the 6th
He'd returned, against everything that he was he had returned. The two siblings that he'd known and actually cared for had lefted him to come home and after all the moody days at sea and the travelling he'd done there was really nothing left out there but more openspaces and strangers that in the end were all the same. His silvery blue eyes gazed down upon the lands below not knowing what this new world held. The lands he'd once known as home were forgotten, nothing holding there but death, yet from death tiny sprigs of green were shooting through the ground, showing that someday life would return, though not anytime soon.
He'd shifted through the lands he'd been born in, the soot and ash having no affect on his already steele grey coat, if anything it just blended in and was gone. The hybrid hadn't found anything left except scraps of trinkets and forgotten pieces that the fire couldn't reach in the very marrow of the old den. There was nothing there for him anyways, he'd taken what few things were his when he'd left so long ago. The nothing lands were behind him now as he searched for those he'd once known.
He'd caught the scent of others on the breeze as he had stood atop the ledge gazing down. There could be a million miles of space down there where he might find his family or he'd never find them at all. Shaking his scruffy fur out he leapt off the ledge and began his descent into this new world, knowing there might not be a thing out here to find but he'd made a promise to come home, the least he could do was try.
He'd returned, against everything that he was he had returned. The two siblings that he'd known and actually cared for had lefted him to come home and after all the moody days at sea and the travelling he'd done there was really nothing left out there but more openspaces and strangers that in the end were all the same. His silvery blue eyes gazed down upon the lands below not knowing what this new world held. The lands he'd once known as home were forgotten, nothing holding there but death, yet from death tiny sprigs of green were shooting through the ground, showing that someday life would return, though not anytime soon.
He'd shifted through the lands he'd been born in, the soot and ash having no affect on his already steele grey coat, if anything it just blended in and was gone. The hybrid hadn't found anything left except scraps of trinkets and forgotten pieces that the fire couldn't reach in the very marrow of the old den. There was nothing there for him anyways, he'd taken what few things were his when he'd left so long ago. The nothing lands were behind him now as he searched for those he'd once known.
He'd caught the scent of others on the breeze as he had stood atop the ledge gazing down. There could be a million miles of space down there where he might find his family or he'd never find them at all. Shaking his scruffy fur out he leapt off the ledge and began his descent into this new world, knowing there might not be a thing out here to find but he'd made a promise to come home, the least he could do was try.