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Posted on February 24, 2013 at 06:38:39 AM by † D'Manaco †
I could see her. My Mother.... her figure is smudged and hazy amidst all the smoke in the air. My lungs are smothered with the noxious fumes, my eyes are burning and my fur is singed seemingly beyond redemption. "Ravan! Raavaaan!" She's calling... crying out for my brother who's become lost in the chaos. Flames lick the horizon behind us, consuming all the forests and reducing them to skeletal tombs as the firewall races across the land. My heart pounds frantically in my chest and I double my pace as I struggled to keep up with Teagan's desperate trek towards safety and higher ground. We all thought the World was ending. My Dad was killed when the meteor made impact, felled by an upheaval of debris. Now Ravan was gone and we couldn't even go back to search for him. My mother's tears sparkle as vividly in my memories as they did that very day. Afterwards, when the ash fell for weeks and weeks and we trudged through the wastelands beyond Moladian, I felt my Mother's strength weakening. day in and day out she'd pace long circles, drifting back closer to the danger zone to hunt for any sign or my brother. She began talking to herself... I tried my best to be strong for her, to comfort her.... but in the end Teagan's strength gave out and I had to watch as she fell into a fit of spasms. Her whole body had convulsed on itself, wracked with violent tremors and pulled her muscles and limbs into odd angles. For three days, I brought her shrews and attempted to rouse her. She breathed. She blinked.... but she never lifted her head again. When I tried to move her too much, she'd slip into another seizure and I was forced to hold her down lest she injure herself. But her eyes.... her eyes when last I looked into them, had been so empty. So vacant. They did not see me. They did not see anything. My mother's body was now only a shell, the Wolf and Spirit within long since evicted from it's flesh. I don't want to walk away from her. I don't want to leave her body there... still living and breathing. But I know it is no longer my mother. She's not really there. And then suddenly, a black hole appears behind me, and I'm being sucked down, down down..... I scream for her to help me. To hear me.... but I'm already too far gone. I'm swallowed by that darkness, and I am genuinely terrified. My head is pounding again. Another migraine that throbs through every tiny vessel in my brain and makes it pop along the crown of my skull. It is Dark and I like the Darkness now, because it means I don't have to think. Don't have to feel. It makes the thunder rolling around in my head a little more bearable and I want to stay here in this bubble of black subconcious forever. But A garble of sound infiltrates the blessed Nothing of my sleep. Radar ears flick as if to berid themselves of some unseen fly... but the buzz of words does not cease and a vicious snarl of irritation is wrenched past my long sabers. Feral eyes are forced open, squinting against the shafts of damnable sunlight that still manage to pierce to Oak tree's canopy overhead. The golden glow stabs at my retinas with a vengeance and lightning forks with renewed ferocity through my skull. Sunlight did little to allay the ails of chronic migraines. All I wanted was for the noises to stop. To leave me to the peace and quiet of the late afternoon, where I didn't have to face the reality of another day. But reality was already sinking in. Fuck. It's happened again. My muscles feel drained, fatigued, and there is a shadow of discontent beginning to ghost through the back of my mind... how long would I have to suffer from these blackouts? How long had I been out this time? Hours? Days? I struggle to get a grip on my thoughts, shuffling in the dirt until I could sit up, body crackling like the bones of an old man. I glance around me, discovering that once again, I am waking in a nest of viscera and bone. The shrapnel of some poor beast whose' blood now soaks my stomach and chest, drenches my paws and muzzle... and yet I have no recollection whatsoever of what was the cause of it's demise. Surely I did not possess the strength enough to fell a half grown elk on my own.... right? So consumed in the riddle of my own personal enigma, I'd nearly forgotten what had woken me in the first place- that is until another voice eminates up from the other side of the wall of bracken that shrouds my haven beneath the Oak. She's not bothering you, is she? I do not know who speaks. I don't care either. "You're All Fuckin' bothering Me...." I grunt crankily, disentangling myself from the brush to discover not one, not two... but Three females clustered together. Wild eyes of amethyst and molten gold flash each of them a scathing look that seems somehow more savage and faraway then most wolves. I was already taller then all three of them, but very sleek and streamlined due to my gaunt and hollowed structure- in part due to my youth, as well as lack of proper or consistent feedings. Hackles spike instinctively, feeling suddenly anxious. I have absolutely Zero social skills. Other then my mother, I've maybe crossed paths with only a handful of strangers and nearly all of them had been traveling alone. Feeling suddenly cornered and surrounded, and uneasy quell began to stir in the pit of my gut. Something that undulates like snakes under my skin and I felt a tingle work it's way dangerously up my spine. "Why don't you go fuck up someone else's sleep?!" I grunt with barely veiled hostility. † D ' M A N A C O † T R I P P I N G T H E R I F T |
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