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Here ya go, Jassy!
Skoll had been walking for quite a while, his human pack and horribly scored wooden shield bouncing with each step he took, when he turned his somber gaze out onto the horizon. The gray-blue sky was only beginning to take on the rosy glow of morning as he stared out, a faint trace of longing in his eyes. His thoughts were his own, but he might share them with the morning today. Seating himself on the sand, he didn't take his eyes from the glow...from the place where the sun of a new day would emerge; where the reprieve from night would smile brightly over the beach.
She knows. The words of the spirit echoed in his heart, but they echoed hollowly. Was it madness to even think he saw spirits? Certainly he saw the interaction between what he had seen and the real world...some specters had done nothing, but the black spirit had taken a body, it had destroyed a spirit, linked to his own mind, and even taken the life of a living thing with nothing but a single ethereal touch. He did not understand everything he had seen in his time. He did not understand insanity, the thing that separated those like SteelRose, the cultists, VoidFane, or even his own protege Art from other wolves. He did not understand spirits, the residual beings left after the body failed...did all wolves see this end, or not? And if not...why did those who did linger do so?
Most of all, he didn't understand why his heart wasn't dead, shriveled and closed off to the world by now. After everything he had seen, after everything he had done in the name of what was right or, far worse, what was necessary, how was it that he could still be feeling the lingering emotional wounds of life? What was it that separated himself from the stone killers he had seen? What flaw in him made his heart continue to feel, no matter how many calluses grew over it? Even though he was desensitized to death and had seen atrocity of the highest order committed to innocent and undeserving people, little things could still remind him that a part of his soul could still feel. He didn't understand, but what he also didn't understand...was why he couldn't convince himself it was a bad thing.
~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.
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OOC: No table for I am at work and it's easier this way.  Lovely post hon!! And I know in Norse mythology that Hati and Skoll, the moon and sun chasers, are both male (I think?) but the mythology as it's been passed down through the Stormbringer line has twisted things just a little bit. XDDD
[html] It had been another night of wandering. The call of the moon always pulled Kol out of her slumber, which was never heavy or deep to begin with. She'd curled up in her new little den in the cemetery on Dahlia lands around midday, the heat having sucked most of the energy from her. It was one of the curses of her beautiful black pelt, but Kol didn't mind all that much. She dearly loved the night, and having a good excuse to spend much of the day sleeping meant she had more energy and free time for the darkness of night. This night had found the young girl exploring the eastern shoreline, reveling in the taste of salt on the cool night air and the feel of soft sand beneath her toes. Before coming to Souls, Kol had never seen the ocean, and these lands fascinated her and stirred a love affair with the sea in the heart of the ebony Stormbringer. The sight of Hati the Packmother, her family's name for the moon goddess, reflecting gloriously in the deep dark ocean waves never failed to instill a feeling of awe in the yearling.
Now, however, the moon had long since set on the other side of the lands, and the eastern horizon was just beginning to brighten with the rising of the Packfather. The songbirds had awakened a short time ago, forming a choir to sing their praise to the sun, and the only sound other than that was the gentle breathing of the waves upon the shore. Kol was working her way north up the sands, her wounded left shoulder facing west, and she smiled softly at the pleasantry of the simple morning, her shoulder giving her no pain for the time being. As far as her injury, there were good days and bad, and the past two days had both been good. The four gashes had started to finally heal nicely, Kol having fought off the bought of infection that had tried to assault her a week or so before. They were still scabbed over, and flared up with fire every once in awhile, but for the most part they were doing rather well. Kol could only hope they continued to heal quickly, as she loathed the handicap the wounds gave her. They made her shoulder and all of her left leg stiff at times as the muscle healed, and though the pain never crippled her, it would definitely sour her mood and slow her down when it decided to set itself afire.
Grumbling a bit, the girl turned her thoughts from her wounds and the stupid, idiotic creature that had felt the need to put them there. The morning was far too nice to entertain unpleasant ponderings. She hummed quietly to herself as she loped along gracefully, her body finally filling out into the growth spurt she'd hit months before. Her paws no longer looked too big for her, and the rest of her body had lengthened out and grown to match her slender legs. She seemed a mirror image to the shadow that trotted along the ground beside her, except for the small, triangular patch of greywhite fur that graced her chest. Finally growing comfortable in her own skin, and now firmly belonging to a pack, Kol was under the pleasant impression that things couldn't be going any better.
It was near the end of that thought that the Dahlia female finally noticed something in her path. A large, golden form had made itself comfortable on the shore, carrying what seemed to be something of human origin on its back. Tilting her head in curiousity, the ebony girl made her way to the stranger, stopping far enough away as to grace him with an air of polite courtesy, a friendly smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, sir. I see I'm not the only one who enjoys watching the sun rise above the ocean." She could ask about the objects later. It was rude to simply run up to someone and start questioning them, and the Stormbringer girl was hardly without manners. [/html]
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Ah, thanks! As for the mythology, indeed they are both males. Brothers, actually, and both sons of Fenrir, making them grandchildren of Loki =P (has a whole book on the Norse myths)
His senses always sharp, he had heard her coming from a short ways off, and her voice didn't catch him off guard. His concerns were already fading into memory by the time the young she-wolf spoke up. Turning his head to her, the bronze were nodded, shifting his position in the sand to face her, his shield and pack tracing their own paths through the sand from their places at his waist.
The one-eared wolf smiled faintly at the youth who had greeted him, glad of the company, though he hadn't thought he minded the solitude. He had been alone for a long time, and hadn't had a true family since he was a yearling, in truth. Even those he had felt close to in Storm, those who he had told himself served as his new family, had never been as close with him as he might have liked...largely due to his over-dedication to his post on the border. He could see that in the true families around him, could see the fires fueling true families, a warmth he had not felt for a long, long time. No, he had been alone for a long time, and yet a simple visitor like this one could still bring a smile to his face.
"No, you are not. I enjoy watching this scene, though I seldom get the chance. I usually content myself with watching the sun set, but today I was lucky." Lucky, indeed. Knowing that he was of little use in a fight while his right arm was mending beneath Pilot's bandage, he chose to spend his time exploring the new land that the denizens of souls' had fled to after the fire. He was pleased to see places of beauty beyond his own pack lands.
~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.
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