At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on February 10, 2014 at 08:03:53 PM by Filius Deum
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His eyes felt heavy. In fact, his entire body did. Like the weight of all the wolves he'd once commanded, and the ones he'd killed, were sitting atop his shoulders. Anyways, that was easier to imagine than his bones melting like candle wax. When Hestia spoke, her words came through molasses; slow and muted. He hummed a not-really response. She couldn't do anything for him right now, not while the sky was still red and pink and purple. The mornings were always the worst. In the mornings his teeth and shoulders would ache and pain would blossom in his stomach like thorn roses. His entire world narrowed in the mornings. Things revolved around the sound of his faintly beating heart, which was often heard in contempt rather than faith, and the straining of eyes towards some unseen silver lining. In the mornings he shrugged standard desire and began the harrowing battle of drawing in breath anew. So he'd grit his teeth and chew through his tongue again, bottling the agony inside where it would fester and, eventually, kill him. But at least he'd die alone. For someone who'd seen enough regret and loss in their life to fill an ocean, that was the best thing you could ever do. A final gift. This time it was his chest that burned the loudest. Loudest, because he could make out the sound of pain the same way some people could detect sadness. His nails had dug shallow grooves in the soil, marking his discomfort. Other than that and his perpetual snarl, though, he was relatively passive. And bored. Gods, he was bored. Pain occupied him, but only as a quiet companion. His eyes danced over the clusters of youthful wolves dashing in and out of the tide, chasing their tails and snapping at one another in playful bliss. They were happy and he resented them for it. Then- something else. Something almost relatable. An ess, situated several yards away, caught his eye. Or maybe not her, but what she possessed: Tears. That was what he noticed first; not her face or fur or demeanor. Her tears. "Hestia." He'd never say anyone's name like he said hers. Behind the gravely, unamused tone he used there was affection. The kind of affection that hid, the most unyielding kind. "I've changed my mind, there is something you can do. Help me up." Despite his frailty, he wasn't a scrawny wolf. His entire existence had been founded by outliving, outsmarting and outmatching enemies. He may have been sick a month but he'd been a warrior for three years. Muscles coiled and rippled beneath his ashy fur as he struggled to his feet, and he was easily twice the size of Hestia. A lion. No, a dragon. Mourning the days when he breathed fire and burned villages. Now he only smoked and smoldered. An old, forgotten flame. AND I AM THE MOON. I WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE, I WILL SPIT YOU OUT, I WILL BURN YOUR EYES, AND I WILL CAST AN EVERLASTING DARKNESS, OVER THIS BARREN FUTURE, THAT YOU CALL HOPE. |
Replies:
- Play on Love - By Hestia February 15, 2014 at 01:21:02 AM
I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING - By Mizuki February 15, 2014 at 02:48:27 AM
Play on Love - By Hestia February 15, 2014 at 04:39:02 AM
AN OUTREACHING HEART IS WHY - By Mizuki February 15, 2014 at 05:05:26 AM
Play on Love - By Hestia February 15, 2014 at 05:16:02 AM
BEST TO KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW - By Mizuki February 15, 2014 at 05:49:24 AM
FOR THE SOUND - By Filius Deum February 18, 2014 at 09:36:57 PM
IT'LL FADE - By Mizuki February 19, 2014 at 09:41:44 PM
Play on Love - By Hestia February 20, 2014 at 00:23:04 AM
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