are the dead really silent?It all seems to have fallen silent. I am restless and confused. My soul seems to have been torn from by body and has walked away to a place I could not follow and I could not hear. Even now, while the veil is thinnest I strain to hear her voice and nothing answers me. A cold that has nothing to do with the coming of the mortal winter sinks beneath my fur and clings to my flesh. The silence steals away everything I reach for and leaves me baren.
Around me, my children have sensed the subtle change in me, each of them acting differently to a change I cannot hope to control. All of them as perceptive as the other. Solstice had begun to fret. Her pleasant gold coat losing its shine and her voice taking on that of concern and fear. She begged to remain by my side nearly growling at me in her frustration when I refused. Soon she would refuse even my request and do as she pleased, such was the curse of coming of age. Thoth, on the other hand seemed to feed and thrive. Young and already grasping the power he would grow into, he looked at the world with a sense that would have thrown off the balance of nature if his sister had not existed to bring it back. During the nights and the days I craved most for my soul’s desire he seemed to feed of the silence he propagated. Between them, Alouette and Bastet swung in the balance. Their souls and spirits free of the burdens the other two seemed to lovingly embrace.
I look out at the plains before me, only the wind speaking to my ears and even its voice is quiet. I had failed. I had failed as a father, as a lover, as pack, and as a soul. The world beneath my paws was not mine to walk. The world beyond rejected me as well. I was between and I was nothing.
A dark shape against the terrain catches my attention. The Monster, it seems as though we speak to each other when the snow decides to fall. I step forward to intercept her, as had been our custom. My masked head dips respectfully to her as water trails from her lips back to the ground. For a moment I merely watch the water. Greetings. My soft voice seeming to echo from my lips. Winter was gripping me, I yearned for a spring. I wonder if she knew of the hallow.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; Asteraia |