Post by irirangi on Dec 15, 2008 0:38:54 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Walk in the sundown
I search in vain
Waitin' on the wind that
Whispers out your name[/glow]
I search in vain
Waitin' on the wind that
Whispers out your name[/glow]
Silence... For once there was nothing but silence. Dead silence. "A haha ha ha haa..." The bitter laugh escaped the lips of the Maned femme as her thoughts mulled over the silence. Dead silence? There was no such thing to her. It was usually the dead that made all the noise!
Irirangi was an interesting creature. She was tall and slender, with a short, fluffy coat that chased away the heat. She had a bright orange coloring with a dark black mane, and her eyes were a sharp silver coloring that pierced through to the soul. Her breed was rare, and sometimes barely considered a wolf, but a wolf she was. Not only that, but she was a wolf with an unusual gift that often kept other at bay.
You see, the fae had a habit of playing with the afterlife. She saw things no one else saw and heard things that refused to grace the ears of anyone with a lesser talent. Irirangi could communicate with the dead, and she did so very willingly. The spirits kept her company when no one else would and more than once they'd saved her skin. Sure, this little talent had driven most others away from her. She didn't mind it too much though. Once they got past the first impressions they usually came around. Iri definitely wasn't all bad. She was just a little misunderstood.
"So strange..." she muttered aloud, wondering why there was no one around to be heard. She caught no scents of the living and heard no traces of the dead. It was so unusual for her to be so effectively trapped in silent nothingness. "Hello?" Where the hell were all the spirits? She had no clue where she was, where she was going, or where she was coming from. Usually the voices relayed her any necessary information. Now there were no ghosts to be found.
Why would all of the spirits suddenly fall so quiet? For the life of her Irirangi could not remember such a thing ever happening before. The number of spirits that decided to pester her with their company varied from day to day, but there was always at least one or two around to keep her company. All of this quite was unsettling. As she stood staring up at the great volcano standing before her, a chill couldn’t help but run the length of her spine despite the great heat of the desert lands. It was almost as if the land was in mourning.