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Set in Halcyon Mountain
500+
The morning was new as the dim light peeked over the horizon. The heavens were curtained with a thick sheet of clouds, blue and grey in the light, and the sun shone with a weak, yellow glow that radiated behind that celestial barrier. The day was colder today, and the air was damp. It smelled of cold weather, but it would not yet come, for the wind was stilled and would not bring it. The wind only sighed, moving the remnants of the still dead earth that waited to be resurrected in several moons. Birds sang their occasional song, and their dark silhouettes fluttered in the half light of the dawn. The world seemed to sigh, as if reluctant to wake because of the darkness of the world. But the overcast sky was unrelenting, and the clouds hung over the mountains with an obsession, the soft fingers clinging to the peaks as the sun attempted to break through—but in vain. And so the world lay dormant.
Cwmfen’s white eyes looked up the great mountainside and was at ease. The world was beautiful today in its darkness, and the melancholy mood of the grayscale world was broken only by that soft, golden glow in the east. A light smile flickered across her maw as she sighed, her breath rising in a faint cloud. The air was crisp, but, because the wind was still, the air moved softly its fingers through her fur. And yet it could not penetrate through the warmth of her body.
The world was strange here, and she had wondered what had happened. Perhaps she should have questioned Cercelee or Haku or any other packmate of the history of the lands, but she had failed to do so. The mountainside lay in a black ash, and the skeletons of trees and of a forest once lush lay broken in its sea. But the world sang differently here too, and she felt as if she were on the edge of the world, ready to plunge into the darkness of the next life without the aid of the crow. With that thought, her white eyes turned toward the dark heavens, watching the silhouette of the Raven as he wheeled far above, preoccupied with his own interpretation of the landscape.
With a sudden burst of speed, the black she-wolf threw herself up the steep slope, her woad banded paws sinking into the soft ash. She could not help but feel a wild exhilaration as her body worked up the hill, throwing the black ash into the air. And in the air, it caught the golden light of the sun, and the world seemed to rain that black and gold dust upon her. It was as if she had entered a different world. And though a fire had taken life from this mountain, she could feel the life pulsing beneath, waiting to break through to start again. That simple and yet complicated beauty took her breath away as it did every other time, as if she had never experienced the world’s beauty before. And pausing, the female looked out across the strange and dark world as that strange dust settle upon her. As the warrior shook her fur, she sent that dust floating away to join its brothers, and her white orbs followed the woad banded ears as she turned at the sound of approach.
Set in Halcyon Mountain
500+
The morning was new as the dim light peeked over the horizon. The heavens were curtained with a thick sheet of clouds, blue and grey in the light, and the sun shone with a weak, yellow glow that radiated behind that celestial barrier. The day was colder today, and the air was damp. It smelled of cold weather, but it would not yet come, for the wind was stilled and would not bring it. The wind only sighed, moving the remnants of the still dead earth that waited to be resurrected in several moons. Birds sang their occasional song, and their dark silhouettes fluttered in the half light of the dawn. The world seemed to sigh, as if reluctant to wake because of the darkness of the world. But the overcast sky was unrelenting, and the clouds hung over the mountains with an obsession, the soft fingers clinging to the peaks as the sun attempted to break through—but in vain. And so the world lay dormant.
Cwmfen’s white eyes looked up the great mountainside and was at ease. The world was beautiful today in its darkness, and the melancholy mood of the grayscale world was broken only by that soft, golden glow in the east. A light smile flickered across her maw as she sighed, her breath rising in a faint cloud. The air was crisp, but, because the wind was still, the air moved softly its fingers through her fur. And yet it could not penetrate through the warmth of her body.
The world was strange here, and she had wondered what had happened. Perhaps she should have questioned Cercelee or Haku or any other packmate of the history of the lands, but she had failed to do so. The mountainside lay in a black ash, and the skeletons of trees and of a forest once lush lay broken in its sea. But the world sang differently here too, and she felt as if she were on the edge of the world, ready to plunge into the darkness of the next life without the aid of the crow. With that thought, her white eyes turned toward the dark heavens, watching the silhouette of the Raven as he wheeled far above, preoccupied with his own interpretation of the landscape.
With a sudden burst of speed, the black she-wolf threw herself up the steep slope, her woad banded paws sinking into the soft ash. She could not help but feel a wild exhilaration as her body worked up the hill, throwing the black ash into the air. And in the air, it caught the golden light of the sun, and the world seemed to rain that black and gold dust upon her. It was as if she had entered a different world. And though a fire had taken life from this mountain, she could feel the life pulsing beneath, waiting to break through to start again. That simple and yet complicated beauty took her breath away as it did every other time, as if she had never experienced the world’s beauty before. And pausing, the female looked out across the strange and dark world as that strange dust settle upon her. As the warrior shook her fur, she sent that dust floating away to join its brothers, and her white orbs followed the woad banded ears as she turned at the sound of approach.