01-03-2009, 01:09 AM
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It was one year since his birth. One full year Luka had lived on this planet. Luel as usual trailed by his side, invisible to all those insusceptible to the Otherrealm, commenting idly and advising him. Once, Luel had lived just as Luka does now, but he'd died many years ago and never felt the desire to pass on. A soul that clung to this world, not year ready to find eternal peace--or whatever it was that souls eventually, or hopefully eventually found. This was one thing the yearling had in common with his mother, was the ability to hear the voices of the lost and wandering. Gaze shifted sideways, seeing the pale creature who shared the same fiery eyes as Luka.
From his mother and her gypsy band Luka had adopted one set of beliefs and morals, and from Luel, who had first appeared when he was a young boy, he had slowly grown accustomed to another. The spirit never changed, remaining the same as he always remembered, while Luka grew from a lanky, awkward puppy into the nearly full-grown creature he now was. Tall and thin like his father, with a paler coat than his sire, yet reminiscent in markings. But he had his mother's eyes. The very same shade and peculiar way of changing from bright lemon-yellow to deep amber depending on setting and light. It was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine who knew his dear mother and had before gazed into her eyes. Yet they were two very different creatures.
The strange shade of the water attracted his notice and Luka moved closer to examine the peculiar indigo ice. It was only a moment later that the ice was forgotten for something else standing on top of it. Luel laughed audible, remarking on the irony before slipping back into the trees, silently observing. Head low, senses alert and at attention he moved swiftly along the water's edge, heading for the creature that stood alone on the ice. "Niko?" he called aloud, almost laughing in shock. The scent on the frozen air told it all. It was Nikolai, his brother.[/html]
From his mother and her gypsy band Luka had adopted one set of beliefs and morals, and from Luel, who had first appeared when he was a young boy, he had slowly grown accustomed to another. The spirit never changed, remaining the same as he always remembered, while Luka grew from a lanky, awkward puppy into the nearly full-grown creature he now was. Tall and thin like his father, with a paler coat than his sire, yet reminiscent in markings. But he had his mother's eyes. The very same shade and peculiar way of changing from bright lemon-yellow to deep amber depending on setting and light. It was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine who knew his dear mother and had before gazed into her eyes. Yet they were two very different creatures.
The strange shade of the water attracted his notice and Luka moved closer to examine the peculiar indigo ice. It was only a moment later that the ice was forgotten for something else standing on top of it. Luel laughed audible, remarking on the irony before slipping back into the trees, silently observing. Head low, senses alert and at attention he moved swiftly along the water's edge, heading for the creature that stood alone on the ice. "Niko?" he called aloud, almost laughing in shock. The scent on the frozen air told it all. It was Nikolai, his brother.[/html]