are the dead really silent?
There was an electricity in the air. It was far more solid than when the world turned to death and the leaves turned to dust. Some would argue the veil between the realms was strong and thick. Nothing to pass back or forth. It was true the whispers of the dead were silenced in the songs of spring. Others would argue that souls passed back and forth now just as much as they did come autumn. It was the strong ones, the ones with the wills to live, who shattered the barrier.
Today I felt the barrier break. I had known the bodies of young had been growing in my soul’s body. This was different than what had happened with Kaliska. This one meant so much more. In the moment it began my teeth ripped the head off a rabbit I had stalked to its own den. An offering to the gods. This one to die to keep the others alive.
On swift paws I race back to our den. With no real invitation I step into the dwelling. After all, she and I are one. I place the corpse of the rabbit beside her before running my nose and then my tongue over her beautiful face. I was there for her. I would always be there for her. Breathing deep in her scent for a moment, assuring myself that she was alive and well I shift my focus to the pups. My bulk moves to block the entrance to the den. This is now a moment for myself and my mate. The rest of the world would see in time.
Intensity cooled. I touch each of them in turn. They are a part of her, a part of me, a part of the world around me. Silently I welcome each of them back into this being. I breath in their scent, and breathe out my own. This was the world. The balance. Life and death itself hand in hand, dancing as lovers in the flowers of spring.
Beautiful. I breath into Pyche’s ear, my body pressing against her, against them. We are creatures of touch. It was all I wanted to be near them.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; wandering ghost |