Post by ransom on Mar 15, 2008 10:24:05 GMT -5
There was silence.
Complete, Silence.
Not even a bird, not even the crunch of leaves.
Not even a sound from the stream that Ransom was walking in.
What was happenening? Ransom arched her neck down, her snout piercing the cold rushing liquid and scratching towards a pebble at the bottom, from the corner of her eye she saw a bird's mouth moving and then it taking off.
Still, silence. Just aching silence, so loud it almost broke her eardrums.
Ransom stood up, a smooth rock held between her jaw – still dripping from being extracted from the water. Already knowing what was going to happen, she dropped it in the pool.
The water rippled. It splashed, but it never spoke. Silence that wouldn't go away.
Ransom stepped back from the stream, stumbling over sticks in her haste - falling on a pile of twigs.
They should have snapped, they should be singing to her right now.
Ransom screamed, she needed the noise, she needed it.
No, it was silent. She screamed again, lunging at everything she could reach- trees, stones..
Ransom’s eyes jumped open, wide in terror. She was awkwardly crumpled up under a tree. Her brows knitted and she stood up roughly. But she immediately heard the crunch of leaves as she stirred and it sent chills of relief through her.
Just a dream, she thought to herself. Just a dream. She stood up, her hearing perfect and her delicately curved ears pricked and aware. She heard everything. Placing her paw on the tree she heard the sound of her claws travelling along the bark. Each step brought another delightful package of sound.
She examined where she'd awoken. She had no memory how she got there, or even when. Her emerald pools flash with her untapped anger and strength as her stomach does flips. She had been so hungry, never satiable was this pain, she needed a pack so she could once again taste something substantial. She’d been living off small game, and her slowly dwindling strength had induced her with random lapses in which she wandered in a temporary daze. She does a mental review, but can't seem to recall much of anything.
Looking around, she decides her best choice is to howl for the wolves which reek their scents in this foreign land. Perhaps some answers were in order, or perhaps it was a pack worthy of Ransom’s presence, she’d soon find out at least. Maw is parted to emit a beautifully enchanting melody, slightly melancholy. It echoes around the land, seeming to echo from every aspect. It's more minor key than many wolves, distinct, alluring. It's so beautiful it makes your chest ache and your throat tighten. It is emitted with the sole intention for the alpha's ears.
Ransom settles onto her haunches, looking around herself and thinking about whether she might have finally found a home. A place to manipulate and eventually reign, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Presently she simply needed a pack, unaccustomed to living for such a prolonged period without any hearty meals - not that she's gluttonous, but she needs to survive and she's not exactly a tiny fae.
The obsidian wolf resists the urge to howl again, impatience coloring her blood. She is sure to compose her features into the most angelic, sweet, helpless, innocent, lost, BS expression she could muster - which means it was devastatingly well-done. She's a master at this game, even one so young, and she plays to win - no matter what. And now patience, Ransom, a skill you haven't mastered...
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Status:unfinishedfinished
Word Count: 630
Mood: optimistic
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