are the dead really silent?
I watch the white being closely, curious by his actions and inaction. He is one of another. There is a sense of connected disconnect in that seemed to run deep in everything about him. The spirits of the world drew close, while others seemed to stay away from him. Energy of the world flowed through and around him, there was a deeper sense around him than most others could have seen.
Head tilted nearly unnoticably at his reaction. Brother. The kindred of spirit was different than that of blood. There was a difference in the connection of those born by blood and those forged by life. Fate and the world combined when and what it saw fit. They worked by the desires of those they ruled, but were deaf to the wishes of their subjects. Each creature was to take the life they were given and to find what in it was worth living for until that worth ran out. Possibly unknown to the living there was always something to hold on to that kept them to the world. Be it the past or the future, for it was rarely the present as fleeting as it was. I feel the connection the earth creates between myself, this wolf, and itself.
A smile tugs at my lips and my tail moves once in assurance when he moves both his body and mind. I can see him reaching for answers, I hear the longing in his voice. There is no choice but to encourage the search. To search for those wondrous things that exist in the world, bring balance to the darkness. I look down at the white beast before me. “Yes. Anywhere, everywhere.” Souls create their own lived and find their own laughter. Many seek laughter to enrich their own lives, some find it in the destruction of others. Mirth is as fickle and varied as those who feel it. But looking at this man before me, I feel the imbalance. I cannot see which path he would take, the crossroads for him are many. I can feel a sense of familiarity in that. “Have you not seen them?” I ask, curious about which path fate had led him down, and which ones it has now offered him to take.
lord; 4 falls; 41in/190lbs; fatelessXheartless; wandering ghost |