Silver Cove
Here damp, grassy hills surround a small pool of water; the lush verdure paves the ground until a short cliff gives way to a ring of small, smooth stones that have been pounded by waves until they became the glassy obsidian pebbles they now are. Beyond the stones, a narrow stretch of sand glides into the water- it is here, in the rippling surf, that the land earns its name. In the dark of night, the moon flashes over the shivering grass and rests in the cove: by some chance or fate, the cove is shaped so that the gossamer rays of moonlight are retained, somehow, in the sea and until dawn breaks the cove is alive with silver luminescence.
Ashes ashes we all fall down.
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Posted on October 9, 2007 at 09:58:15 PM by Witch Doctor
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She traversed the land, her old home. She had talked to her lover. And he had walked away from her.... it was his voice she heard and her olive auds flicked forward "Black?" his voice sounded angry. Then she heard Helsing's voice she wasnt sure if sounded terrified or angry... or a mixture. A females fallowed shortly after, unfamiliar to her ears. It sounded a little angry. Well if Helsing and Black were involved then someone was sure to be angry.
I sigh left her lips as she remembered when he had been born, it was foggy but sorta clear. She remembered him being just as angry and stubborn back then. She had tried to love him... but he had pushed back at her every attempt.
Another voice climbed into her subconsious and she looked up "Angier" she whispered and heard the pleading in his voice. She brought her feet forward and dugg her olive tallons into the ground. She raced to the spot of her families confrontation. She slowed to a walk as she neared it all. Her features cool and calm, "he's right.... I miss you all" she said looking to her family, the strange mare that stood next to Helsing a lover? naw not her Helsing. She moved first to Helsing putting her neck around him in a sort of embrace "I tried to show you loved.... I truely tired" she whispered in his ear. Then she turned to Black "Angier doesnt want the position dear, I know he never wants to lead a herd." Her voice was quiet, smooth, loving the way it should have been when she was raising their children.
She moved next to Black and stood shoulder to shoulder with her lover. If he didnt think of her that way that was his problem, but she had never taken another lover, she had not taken any other to breed with. She had stayed as loyal as she could have been. "I told you I'd be back" she said a paper thin smile apeared on her lips. Olive muzzle nudged his neck. "I wish to become lead again Black... please let me come back" she whispered so softly that none would hear but Black, she whispered kindly, almost passionetly into his ears pretending to lip at the top of his mane.
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