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Posted on May 22, 2014 at 11:21:07 PM by ezzy
Makes it So Hard Not to Cry I will never forget his face. I will never forget those molten gold eyes, burning hot as the fires that consumed Moladian... reflecting their flames. Asa. Not a day goes by that I do not recall that moment. Relive it with a torturous clarity. From the moment my mother had woken in her Den, urgently alerting the pack of her premonition, of the flaming blue star in the sky.... I had known things would never be the same. When the others were busy evacuating the mountainside I'd instantly slipped away from Solevion's borders. I was afraid and my heart had raced and I'd known immediately I needed to find someone. That if it was going to be as bad as my mother had said, I'd needed His strength at my side to help me through. But it was not Asa, not in that moment. It was Jehu. I'd only met the crimson monolith on a single occasion but it was one of the most profound encounters of my Life. And I'd needed him close on that night. I ran for the shared borders between his Scotavian Clans and my own homelands, and already Slars began bleeding down from the sky, falling like missiles that pulverized the Earth. The ground beneath my paws rocked and roiled, fires starting to spring up in all directions. My legs burned from the grueling pace I set, and I had to dodge more then one barricade of flames. But I was so close, nearly to the border. "Jehu!" I'd called, certain he would be there looking for me too. The sky was so bright, bright as the day did shine, and my heart fluttered a wild rampant pulse. For the blink of an eye, the whole world went white, forcing me to stop in my tracks near the edge of the falls that ran from Scotavian into the lowlands. I had to shut my eyes against the glare, a gasp pried from my lips as thunder rumbled in the sky and a far off explosion burst with an atomic force. The Meteor had made impact. Waves of heat and wind rushed through the lands, blowing away whole forests and debris scattering to the four winds. I was far enough away from the impact zone that the waves of wind that passed over me had weakened enough that I was only blown back several yards, screaming the whole way until I hit the trunk of a tree that kept me from being swept down a ravine. The oxygen was knocked from my lungs and I was suddenly dizzy. "Jehu!!" I called desperately as clouds of ash began blotting the sky and descending over the lands like snow. A ripple trembled through the earth again, a tremor that slithered sinisterly up through the pads of my feet and I instinctively dug into the soil with my paws, clinging on for dear life just before the Earthquake really started rocking and rolling. Tectonic shifts began tearing the earth apart, and right before my eyes a chasm cracked the Springs in two. My eyes widened in shock as the sounds of explosives erupted everywhere likes hundreds of thunderclaps. Orca! I heard my name called. I whirled, searching for the source, expecting to see the crimson male... but instead I saw a wall of rock hurdling towards me. My own Mountain Home. Solevion's very slopes were crumbling down right on top of me!! Orca Move! And suddenly I'm pummeled towards the water's edge by a hard body, just as the wave of rock and tree and flame swept over us. It was Asa! Asa, who had saved me from the gator. Asa's dark brooding figure slammed into me again, driving me to the river and I fell into the shallows as flame surrounded us. Orca We've got to get out of here! He roared like a savage. The ferocity in his eyes was just as much of a maelstrom as the devastation burning the world to ash all around us. But We didn't get out of there. Only I did. Just me... and he'd died saving my sorry ass. Again. It was only because of Him I'd cleared the danger zone. My fur scorched and my lungs singed so badly I wheezed for months afterwards. But I lived. And I owe it all to that ink-capped male from Mirovis. The fires continued to burn through the aftermath for weeks and I was left to wander the far away wastelands of the Beyond on my own. I searched for my mother and siblings and any other survivors of my pack with no success. And it was 3 months passing before I'd finally run across Pompeii and Hawthorn. The Gypsies took me in like a refugee and eventually I became one of them. They were good to me. And their kindnesses and teachings were able to soothe my wounded Soul some. Helped me to forget and learn to cope and adapt. They gave me strength. But even among them, I often felt alone and would wander many times out solo. Searching. Paws itched to find someone... though apart of me forgets who. Once I ran across a small bird with a broken wing. It could not fly and very nearly became my lunch. But something about the thing flailing haplessly on the ground it had suddenly plucked at my heartstrings. It was a bright blue bird, with a dark ink capped head. Such a striking creature. So much like my Asa. A Stellar's Jay...in the same family of corvids as my mother's proud totem the Raven. It would have been a pity to kill such a thing. So instead, I'd plucked it up gently in my jaws and started carrying it with me.... much to the little creature's panic and dismay. But I fed it scraps from my kills and kept it safe and alive until it acclimated to my presence and a kinship was spurned between us. I even started calling him Blue. And when Blue's wing finally healed and he found he could fly again, he still didn't go away and I was happy for his company. On our travels I continued to search for my missing loved ones, my tie to Jehu feeling so brittle and faint and the trauma of the transpired events so vivid and tragic that I nearly all but forgot about the red wolf. But this spring, there was a change in the air, and I felt a spark of something new in the clearing azure horizons toward the place where Moladian used to be. Slowly we gypsies began venturing closer and closer to our place of origins. Morbid curiosity I suppose... And the closer we came the more old memories began resurfacing. Images of a red wolf would randomly flash in my head. Piercing eyes that seem to stare straight into my Core. Today I am sitting near the outter most edge of the Crater, reclined near the careening edge as my wistful half-glazed gaze cast out across the forests in the valley of it's epicenter. So much time has passed. Two years. Can anyone dare to Hope for some form of Normalcy in this life? Smoky wisteria eyes blink somberly, contemplating my own fate. I'd already decided that if I did find my mother, I would probably stay with the gypsies. My restless paws craved movement, ever following the Will O' The Wisp. But there was a void deep inside me. A whispering that something was amiss... Something. Some...one? (Holy cow... a post that long and I STILL feel like the content was utter CRAP -_- I just cant seem to get into the swing of this...) Gypsy Rose * Black Magic Woman * 3 Years Wandering * Cast A Spell On Jehu * Mesmerized by None 
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