I guess I am an explorer, since I seem to wander about the land of Moladion without hesitation. It is a calling, one I cannot control, to seek out the dead so they can be forever remembered by me, so I can take in all the possibilities of this world. I find myself out at night, nose to the ground in search for the many of prizes that fall like the leaves of this autumn night. My black paws are lovely things that carry me through the grass, the thick brush that scatters the land, the waters of high and low. They have grown bigger, I am almost at full size and I am pleased to see my paws grow so big, though they are still not as big as Cobryn's paw that I compared mine to as a pup. I am determined to grow them to large proportions though, I see great use in large paws. My graceful form travels between scattered trees, the soft moonlight pushing past the trees losing their own fur, the light falling onto my stunning golden back, reflecting in the true glory that my own body had already acquired. I am a thing of beauty, easy on the eyes and if I wasn't covered in the smell of rotten flesh, in the scent of memories past I possibly would lure more to me instead of scaring them away with my golden stare.
My mind words in strange ways, I guess I am obsessive mostly. I do not know my own beauty, my own grace and siren like qualities that I could grab hold of and use to my advantage. My mind is fixated on the prospect of change, on other worldly things that I am determined to make true. My form is simply not acceptable. I am constantly on a search for more information, more options, and my mind is constantly warping the shape I wish to be. My endless search has lead me to the grassy ridge of the Eastern Crater. It has led me to something...slightly familiar.
I first see his form as I peek my head from the painting of tree shadows, into the clearing under the blanket of stars. I see the white male, though not all of him is white and I pause, I pause and I stare at him, his back to me. I am always interested in the others I come across, always. But there is a scent lingering around, my nose is a very powerful thing, more powerful than any of my other senses. I am blessed with a magnificent nose and a freakishly good memory, that is if I chose to remember the moment or what was going on in my head at the time. I tend to miss out on details because my mind never stops thinking, I am fixated and can't pay attention. This scent, it is mine...mine in that I own this scent. My nose lowers to get a better smell left behind on the grass, and then I lift my head to look at him, the white boy with golden ears. Yes, this boy is mine, I was told he was mine when I was a yearling, before the sky fell. I gaze at him for a moment, but I wish to be closer.
Without hesitation, without any sort of manners or embarrassment, I stride towards him. Elric is his name. I remember it, though it is a short memory, a vague one I remember his scent, his puppy scent since he was smaller than I. I will always remember what is mine, he is mine just as Daemon is mine, though Daemon is mine because I said so, I was TOLD that Elric is mine, and he is more mine than Daemon could be. Elric was mine from birth, and he will forever be mine. Mine to look at, mine to touch. My liquid black paws had turned into a run, I hadn't even noticed. I was...excited to see something from the old land, something I could take. I fly through the grasses like the raven I desperately want to be, I fly until land next to him, with a quiet thud, my eyes stuck on him like glue.
"Elric...yes, I remember you. You are mine," I say, my voice grown and yet still child like in nature. I am not afraid to state what is exactly on my mind, even if it is a socially awkward statement. I sit next to him, with the light shining off my death ridden pelt, so lovely and yet so harsh at the same time. My eyes of gold and blue haze will stare at him, watch his every move, my good ear will listen to his every word, and yet my mind wanders...and hopefully it doesn't wander off completely too soon.
Three Years - Loved by None - Protected by None |