are the dead really silent?
The winter was not so bad, the wind not so cold. As the sun started to shine more the whispers had started to quiet around me. There had been other echoes of the world, driving my life and driving my needs. It was the way of the world, and the energy was stirring around me. It was only natural that there was a tug at my heart, the core need to be around others of my own kind. At the same time, with sightless eyes always around me it was easy to believe I was never really alone.
Earthbound noise had been filling the air and there was a new and strange excitement in the tones. Something I could not clearly understand, but something that drew my interest anyway. Even as the snow ceased its falling my white paws padded through the fresh powder. The wind blew through my long, light cream coat, creating a mild chill on my skin. Nothing that could not be easily ignored. I followed the smells and the sounds of a gathering, coming from the opposite side it seemed of others that had come to gather. I look to the gatherer, curious by this woman who spoke so eloquently.
Another male had come forth, answering her question. While he spoke I thought of the woman I had met, her own beauty and the time we had shared. “Balance.” I answer, my voice too soft for one of my size. “A desire for adventure, and an understanding of the deeper world around us.” Someone who would raise her voice to twine in mine, but know there were forces in this world beyond our control.
lord; 4 falls; 41in/190lbs; fatelessXheartless; wandering ghost |