01-01-2008, 12:23 AM
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[/html]Moon Phoenix
September 27, 2006
Luperci
Shardsofemerald[at]yahoo[dot]com
AIM: o petit mort
I’ve been here forever. XD
It had been a long time since he had left here. Only a month and a half, but it still seemed like forever from his point of view. Standing at the borders of his long-time home, Moon’s silver paw held onto a rope that led to a horse’s bridle. He couldn’t remember living without his companion, Zorion. The massive black war horse had found the silvery wolf lying nearly dead on the ground on the side of the road and had, for some reason or another, managed to rescue him and bring him to the other wolves. There was a town, and a large black wolf with green eyes, named Roman d’Angelo, had nursed him back to health. They had much to talk about during their weeks together, and it surprised him to find out that Roman was from Bleeding Souls, just as he was. The large black wolf looked eternally sad to Moon, but he never really asked why. He was a very kind, gentle giant and knew a lot about keeping horses, building things, and the town they lived in. It was far north of their shared home, sitting atop a small hill that overlooked the sea. Roman had told him that many times ships sailed back and forth from their port to England or France, and he had never once gotten on any of the vessels. He had never wanted to, it seemed.
Moon admired the fact that Roman, even though his family was gone from him (the story was told late one night after Roman had been drinking) and his leg was healing from a break, he had never once left that small seaside town. The silver wolf had promised to find whatever remained of Roman’s family and tell them of their plight. His broken arm and fractured ribs were healing nicely, while Roman’s large leg was still slow to respond to medicine. It was getting better, but traveling, even by horseback, was out of the question until it was completely better. Meanwhile, he was using a cane to do his daily activities and had actually bound his leg in a wooden cast that was easily removable for sleeping and washing. Moon thought that his inventions were genius. He could build tables, chairs, houses, and all manner of other things that wolves in the town used. He was their carpenter, a woodworker, and Moon had the opportunity to learn a thing or two from him. Spending weeks with a wolf from the same part of the country made Moon remember how much he missed home, so after he had haled nicely and had been able to repay Roman with his labor, he and Zorion, who had become his horse and very best friend, had set off to Storm, hoping to relay any messages that Roman had given him. In his bags were packed many things – wooden cups, plates, bowls, and eating utensils like forks and spoons. He had a gift for everyone in his family, even the newly born pups he had remembered leaving behind.
Sadly he had never found his sister, Sun, but he knew that she was safe somewhere. Their bond was very strong, and if she was in any danger he would know straight away. You sure they’ll want you back? Zori asked, eying his canine companion as they both stood at the borders, restless with anticipation. Zorion knew all about Moon’s family. They had spent many days and nights together simply forming a bond and it seemed that one of those bonds became telepathy. Moon’s animal instincts were kicking in and he could understand animals that weren’t wolves or other canines, which seemed to be called something like Lower Speech. He understood and talked to the animals, in turn become a sort of animalistic creature in himself. He felt more in tune with nature than ever before and he had finally come out of his shell. In fact, he had met a few wolves in town and had made some lasting friends, all of whom promised to send messages back and forth. One of those wolves had a falcon named Iye that would carry parcels and notes from his owner to other wolves about the country. He had been a very interesting fellow, Ion.
I’m positive, Zori. He knew I was going to return and he knew what I was doing. Even though he had never accomplished his goal, he had been gone far too long. With a look of warning to his black, gold-eyed equine friend, Moon threw back his head and let forth a resounding howl, calling his father, the alpha, to the borders. He had some very interesting news for the brute.