No Clue

Element · 04-09-2011, 06:47 PM

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Sorry for the delay, Sylvey! <3 and sorry for the monster post : P wc: 837

A sleek black form lay in the grasses of the area called Arachnea's Revenge. Element remembered when he first came to the land of Nova Scotia, and he remembered that it was the same area as this - the crystal lake remained still as it always had on the day he met those few wolves at the bed. How he had changed since then - then, he was prejudiced beyond his own comprehension as of now, thought nothing of the canines that he encountered, and everything of his own felidae kind. And now, he realized that the had had more experiences, met more people than he had in his entire life, even when he was traveling across Canada with Flower.

And he realized this, too - the creatures that he noticed along his travels and his life were, although different in many regards such as language and species, they shared the common trait - and the trait was that they were not all as Element had thought they were. He had thought, before, that all creatures either were fundamentally good or fundamentally evil - he knew that this wasn't true, now. Through his travels through the Nova Scotia area, he knew that this wasn't true. The views that he had as a young adult - and even a kitten - were now effaced from his point of view currently; he took everything with an open mind, everything with a grain of salt. Reading and meeting new people had influenced him this way, and as he grew older, he realized that not everything he had thought was right was right now.

He sat, a placid and tranquil figure staring at the lake. Several fish stirred the surface, but he didn't touch it - he wasn't hungry, not now. Even though the incident of him attacking Flower's murderer had occurred more than a month or so ago, it still lingered on his mind - never before had he had such black, thick rage course through his veins, nor had he ever lost control and attacked someone like that. Had he been in his right mind, he wouldn't have dared - the female had been in her full optime form and was wielding double swords at the time, any one of which could have destroyed the black feline in an instant if it hadn't been for Sepirah Lykoi, the bandit that thought herself akin to a feline.

He did admit that she was like a feline in many aspects - her golden orbed eyes were deep and stared into Element as if the roles were reversed, and she was the feline. He was grateful to her - she saved him, as Conor had done. He wondered, if given a previous chance, if he would believe it if someone had told him that he would be saved not once, but twice, both times by canines - and from a canine, in one instant. He rejected the thought - the past was the past, and now was now.

He faintly wondered where Conor was now; he had attempted to reach him at least four times, and each time he had failed. He wondered if the orange wolf was doing alright - the last time he had seen him, he was bidding him farewell from his refuge in the leader's den. He had remembered scenting Nayru around there, as well, th elast time he had gone to Dahlia de Mai - he remembered the black and white girl from when he first came into the wolf pack, and remembered how she kindly escorted him away from her packlands.

That had been the day that he had learned that although his own feline rules didn't apply to canines, and canine rules didn't necessarily apply to felines, he had to respect the boundaries they left - otherwise, even if he didn't believe in it, they could and would chase him out, like he remembered young Crimson Dreamer Denali doing all those months ago. He was also lucky that they were simply puppies - even though Conor had been nice and kind and caring with the cat, he knew that if Conor had been a different sort of wolf, he could have killed Element in an instant for trespassing on the Dahlian lands. Now he was smarter than that, at least - he wouldn't trespass, not again, although he was sure that if he was on the borders of Dahlia de Mai, he would at least be able to see his old friend Conor once more.

The cat stared more into the deep pool and felt that he hadn't done many things lately - and that was fine with him. The feline had spent most of the previous month trying to repair the library, as much as a cat could do. He laid out in the sun as best that he could - as best as he could without destroying them - and slowly, slowly, they repaired from the damage that was done. Not all of them - a lot were lost and damaged beyond repair - but enough, enough, he pondered as he stared out at the gliistening water.

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