Post by leonie on Apr 15, 2009 22:21:19 GMT -5
On a good day, when she was around, her mother liked to tell her stories, or just general things. When she thought of those days, she could still hear Nashahi's delicately broken voice, gliding over the words in a precise and well formed way. It was one of few things she loved about her mother. The way she told a story, or a fact. It could almost be considered a talent, so it was obvious why she loved to listen. Even her brother, so different then her, liked laying or sitting beside her and listening. No matter how boring the story, Nashahi made it sound like an adventure. Maybe it was also the fact that she saw a part of her mother she had never seen before, that made her fully take interest. A part of her mother she saw in herself. Adventurous. Curious. Something she'd never seen before, and something she wished she saw more of.
Nevertheless she enjoyed those story times. She could still recall each and every one. Lately, her favorite one to think about was the story about the sea. Her mother had several adventures with other pups, when she was young, by the sea, but when she described how she felt about it, that was what Leonie remembered. She understood what her mother had loved about the sea, now. Although she had been swept away to this mystery of an island by the violent sea, the past few days while regaining her strength, she saw it through her mother's eyes. It made her smile sometimes, and sometimes it made her frown.
It was probably the only thing she would ever see through her mother's eyes.
She and her mother had never gotten along well, but after her father's death, followed quickly by two of her older brothers, it just became worse. It came to the point where Leonie spent time with another family in the pack, steering clear of her cold, silent brother and her angry, depressed mother. When she was with her, she always felt unwelcome. Unwelcome, unloved, like it was her fault they had died.
Except when she told those stories. The days when her mother could remember for a few minutes that her daughter was not the cause of such a large family tragedy.
Leonie slunk along, taking her time. She was in no rush, especially with her mind on her mother. Before she had arrived on the island, the only thought on her mind was finding a place to belong. A pack. New friends. A new home. But as she laid around the beach for a few days, she began to think, and home was on her mind more and more. She wasn't even avoiding the thoughts anymore, instead she was sorting them out.
Her paws sunk deeply into the ground. Amber eyes flickered over the scene before her. She scanned it slowly. Wood and stone scattered the ground, some still leaning against each other like a shelter. The clouds above created an interesting atmosphere, begging her to come explore. She couldn't refuse, and she knew that. She walked towards it all slowly, her petite frame covered in gray, white, black and carmel slinking towards it all. In one fluid moment she jumped onto a slate of wood leaning against a large rock. She surveyed the area once more. Strange, she couldn't help but think. I would imagine that any curious pup would have hours and days of fun here. I know I would've. It was no lie that if she had ever received the opportunity, she would've gladly played here every day when she was a pup, and maybe even as a yearling.
She sniffed the air, unable to pick up any specific scents. Her rounded ears rotated, and waited for any sounds. She didn't care for wolves to catch her unaware. So she sat promptly, fluffy tail curling around her. Silence mostly surrounded her, except for an occasional rustle here and there, which she put at the back of her mind.
"Silence can truly make a place beautiful." she spoke quietly, but aloud. Leonie practically couldn't remember the sound of her own voice for having traveled alone without meeting a single wolf for so long. Often she imagined her voice was like the female version of what her older brother, Zercil would've sounded like, had he lived. There was a strength in it, and it was soft, but not too soft. It was secretive as well, not necessarily mysterious, just reserved and a bit withdrawn. It was the way she remembered him, anyways.
Leonie decided it was a good place to stop for maybe a day (or three) before continuing on throughout the island. She liked it, the way it looked like a playground and a puzzle for her to put together. The thought made her actually feel more welcome than any place she had been lately. She just hoped that she'd continue to feel that way, because she knew it could disappear in an instant.
Nevertheless she enjoyed those story times. She could still recall each and every one. Lately, her favorite one to think about was the story about the sea. Her mother had several adventures with other pups, when she was young, by the sea, but when she described how she felt about it, that was what Leonie remembered. She understood what her mother had loved about the sea, now. Although she had been swept away to this mystery of an island by the violent sea, the past few days while regaining her strength, she saw it through her mother's eyes. It made her smile sometimes, and sometimes it made her frown.
It was probably the only thing she would ever see through her mother's eyes.
She and her mother had never gotten along well, but after her father's death, followed quickly by two of her older brothers, it just became worse. It came to the point where Leonie spent time with another family in the pack, steering clear of her cold, silent brother and her angry, depressed mother. When she was with her, she always felt unwelcome. Unwelcome, unloved, like it was her fault they had died.
Except when she told those stories. The days when her mother could remember for a few minutes that her daughter was not the cause of such a large family tragedy.
Leonie slunk along, taking her time. She was in no rush, especially with her mind on her mother. Before she had arrived on the island, the only thought on her mind was finding a place to belong. A pack. New friends. A new home. But as she laid around the beach for a few days, she began to think, and home was on her mind more and more. She wasn't even avoiding the thoughts anymore, instead she was sorting them out.
Her paws sunk deeply into the ground. Amber eyes flickered over the scene before her. She scanned it slowly. Wood and stone scattered the ground, some still leaning against each other like a shelter. The clouds above created an interesting atmosphere, begging her to come explore. She couldn't refuse, and she knew that. She walked towards it all slowly, her petite frame covered in gray, white, black and carmel slinking towards it all. In one fluid moment she jumped onto a slate of wood leaning against a large rock. She surveyed the area once more. Strange, she couldn't help but think. I would imagine that any curious pup would have hours and days of fun here. I know I would've. It was no lie that if she had ever received the opportunity, she would've gladly played here every day when she was a pup, and maybe even as a yearling.
She sniffed the air, unable to pick up any specific scents. Her rounded ears rotated, and waited for any sounds. She didn't care for wolves to catch her unaware. So she sat promptly, fluffy tail curling around her. Silence mostly surrounded her, except for an occasional rustle here and there, which she put at the back of her mind.
"Silence can truly make a place beautiful." she spoke quietly, but aloud. Leonie practically couldn't remember the sound of her own voice for having traveled alone without meeting a single wolf for so long. Often she imagined her voice was like the female version of what her older brother, Zercil would've sounded like, had he lived. There was a strength in it, and it was soft, but not too soft. It was secretive as well, not necessarily mysterious, just reserved and a bit withdrawn. It was the way she remembered him, anyways.
Leonie decided it was a good place to stop for maybe a day (or three) before continuing on throughout the island. She liked it, the way it looked like a playground and a puzzle for her to put together. The thought made her actually feel more welcome than any place she had been lately. She just hoped that she'd continue to feel that way, because she knew it could disappear in an instant.
Wolves will kill wolves.