Long Night, Forgotten Sight [Vashti/Open] Feb 4, 2016 17:41:06 GMT -5
Post by Vidarii on Feb 4, 2016 17:41:06 GMT -5
"The night is chill,
A storm quietly brews,
In a world so still,
With so much to loose.”
The words rose in a voice that rumbled with depth, as smooth and rich as the darkest of chocolates. In the falling of the sun, the moment right after the sun dips below the horizon and its warm bright tendrils of light cling desperately to a darkening landscape, the quiet of his eyes turned towards his sister. Set in a frame of darkness those pure clear silvery grey eyes seemed to shine with an eerie glow. He felt remorse, after all their prank had started with him. Often the two of them did not even need to speak to understand each other’s thoughts. It was a talent that had at first astounded their pack, because of the obvious advantages. But Vidarii and Vashti did not conform as they wanted, they did not fall in line with their parents’ plans for them, nor their alphas plans. Coupled with their particular uniqueness those advantages were soon outweighed by everything else. In the last year the fear and ridicule had steadily increased. Dare was not a weak wolf, skills that took wolves years to learn came to him as naturally as breathing, hunting, fighting, tracking. You name it he could perform up to and beyond most teachers’ expectations. But the simple fact was he never truly applied himself, merely did what he had to in order to do as he wished. His love lay with his sister, and their endless schemes that had, to that point, been nothing but innocent mischief.
But that innocence had died hours ago. Wary paws drug through the snow, wounds had long ago clotted leaving them matted and dirty, but they were not in the clear yet despite having long ago left their former pack lands.
"A belly of food,
a shelter over head,
will lighten this dreary mood,
and settle us for bed.”
Sides would expand and let loose a heavy slightly pained sigh. Most males would likely try to conceal the extent of the pain they were in, but between the siblings there could be no secrets for each would easily see through even the slightest of deceptions, so well did they know one another. But he did minimize is to appear less than it actually was. That gaze refocused on her, knowing she would make the best call in this situation. As he waited a part of his mind drifted over the events that had brought them to this point. A prank that had gone so very wrong, when he recalled the sight of their older sisters body laying in a twisted unnatural position he shuddered inwardly. It had been a foolish spontaneous prank, with no real planning. They hadn’t been aware that cliff was nothing more than thin ice and lightly packed snow, had not been aware that the weight of their siblings bounding forward to snatch up the rabbit carcass would shatter its delicate balance, nor did they know the boulders beneath were jagged and held nothing but death. Their screams echoed even now in the wolf’s ‘ears’. Their sister had died instantly, the proof had been her screech of terror that had been abruptly cut off, their brothers’ cries had seemed to never end even as the elder attacked and drove the pair away in his rage and anger, those cries of pain and fear had never ceased. The image of his brother, the shattered nearly severed foreleg dangling uselessly while crimson spilled freely onto the brilliant white snow left an empty hole in Dare’s heart. Neither he nor Vash were particularly close to their older siblings, but they were still part of the same litter, and never once had either wished harm to come from their pranks, let alone death. For surely their brother had died from such a horrific wound. It would weight on his conscience for the rest of his life.
Shaking himself from his thoughts he refocused on the here and now, waiting patiently for his sisters thoughts.