Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 7:12:43 GMT -5
No More Flight. No More Flying Over The Battle Field. No More Watching Comrades Falling To The Cold Depths Of Hell. No More Hiding. No More Running. No More Lies.
Meditation is my only Punishment now. Hunger is my only Friend. My Thoughts my only Shelter
Death. A subject most would find delicate, not to be discussed often in case someone is upset. But Solo had his whole life to discover that for himself. Why must we all suffer? Just for it to end at the end, with a snap of claws on rock, with the snap of bones on teeth. Does it have to end this way? The tall grey wolf always imagined as a pup growing old, maybe with a mate and a few pups and grand pups bounding around his feet. Dying happily in the comfort of a pack around him, even if he was a Omega. As he got older, things changed in that image. many mates, many heirs to his thrown as alpha of this new land he was washed up on. That had always been at the edge of his mind when he had jumped into the currents of the Sea God, letting her calming breath swirl him in her fur. Of course Atriell is never far from his thoughts of the future, her soft pelt next to his matted when they had run for their lives towards uncharted land of the golden alpha Vorilye. A weak growl echoed up the grey wolf's throat as he thought of the living god who had stolen his only friend from him. No. She had never been his friend, she had simply shown sympathy when death had it's jaw around Solo's throat. An angle showing pity on a mortal, only delaying his fate for a moment. At least she will be looked after well... He thought grimly.
The mild wind ruffled his pelt gently, easily pulling threads of his winter coat into the winter air. With the lack of food Solo had been losing his condition as fast as the wind blew. But it was his punishment to himself. Hunting was a waste of time now. Resting under the shade was meaningless. Running any further would have no effect, like walking on ice. He had just stood there. For six suns now Solo had stood his ground in this beautiful land, next to a young, leaning silver birch. His restless eyes were given no rest as they scarred the frozen land around him. He was facing east, he knew this since the sun wound rise to meet him and set behind him, illuminating a golden land before him. Why would he just stay here you ask? Solo was punishing himself. He had run away from Descai the moment chaos set in, for he was way too familiar with the way chaos eats away at a pack. Scattering the strength, shattering the authority, destroying the peace.
Hunger gnawed at his belly, it was worst than having his skin being ripped off by Ricky. It felt like little jagged rocks were pushing deeper into his skin with each sway with the wind. Thirst fogged his thoughts, the only relief was when the odd rain shower came. Washing the guilt and grim from his pelt and clearing his thoughts for only a moment. Thoughts were the only thing to occupy his mind and body.
Religion wasn't a strong point for Solo, it would never being much settlement to his mind as he thought of what he was putting himself through. At the other end he was going to die, no other choice but his. The cold suddenly hit him like a slap as the sun started to set, casting the lower valley he was in into darkness. The last rays were slowly slipping out of the grasps of the mountains in the east, the stars nowhere to be seen. The sky above his head was illuminated with a pinkish hue, as if Solo had swept his paw across the sky. The thought gave Solo a idea, one that would put his broken body to the test. Slowly he lowered himself from the rock he was perched on top, his bones groaning their complaints. A long overcome stich came back as he limped towards a sandy part of the hill he was on. Pausing to catch his breath, Solo placed his paw on the sand, leaving a imprint of his present on this isolated land.
Taking a gasp of air, making his lungs scream in pain. The weak grey wolf kicked his long gone muscles into action, kicking up the sand and letting the wind catch it in its hands. Solo's movements started to take over him, they became from angry outbursts into a elegant flowing dance. The grey wolf in his prime doing strange movements unseen to the wolf race on top of a bare hill with only a leaning birch for company, the setting sun as if enjoying his performance added her contribution of a brilliant display of colour into the sky, giving Solo the perfect backdrop to his strange new nature. The feelings he had been dealing with for this whole journey to the North started to flow off him as easily as a waterfall, no longer were they locked up inside him. Putting all his emotions and hurt into this strange twisting of his body, sweeping of his paws on the ground. Soon his ablaze blue eye's fluttered close and soon his screaming body no longer seemed to feel the suffering it was going though, it was derationing itself from the suffering of this world. His mind was derationing itself from all those emotions that gnawed at his heart. No More
Note: I wanted to just throw Solo in for once, He is suddenly finding a way to let everything go. This is based on Buddhism
Meditation is my only Punishment now. Hunger is my only Friend. My Thoughts my only ShelterDeath. A subject most would find delicate, not to be discussed often in case someone is upset. But Solo had his whole life to discover that for himself. Why must we all suffer? Just for it to end at the end, with a snap of claws on rock, with the snap of bones on teeth. Does it have to end this way? The tall grey wolf always imagined as a pup growing old, maybe with a mate and a few pups and grand pups bounding around his feet. Dying happily in the comfort of a pack around him, even if he was a Omega. As he got older, things changed in that image. many mates, many heirs to his thrown as alpha of this new land he was washed up on. That had always been at the edge of his mind when he had jumped into the currents of the Sea God, letting her calming breath swirl him in her fur. Of course Atriell is never far from his thoughts of the future, her soft pelt next to his matted when they had run for their lives towards uncharted land of the golden alpha Vorilye. A weak growl echoed up the grey wolf's throat as he thought of the living god who had stolen his only friend from him. No. She had never been his friend, she had simply shown sympathy when death had it's jaw around Solo's throat. An angle showing pity on a mortal, only delaying his fate for a moment. At least she will be looked after well... He thought grimly.
The mild wind ruffled his pelt gently, easily pulling threads of his winter coat into the winter air. With the lack of food Solo had been losing his condition as fast as the wind blew. But it was his punishment to himself. Hunting was a waste of time now. Resting under the shade was meaningless. Running any further would have no effect, like walking on ice. He had just stood there. For six suns now Solo had stood his ground in this beautiful land, next to a young, leaning silver birch. His restless eyes were given no rest as they scarred the frozen land around him. He was facing east, he knew this since the sun wound rise to meet him and set behind him, illuminating a golden land before him. Why would he just stay here you ask? Solo was punishing himself. He had run away from Descai the moment chaos set in, for he was way too familiar with the way chaos eats away at a pack. Scattering the strength, shattering the authority, destroying the peace.
Hunger gnawed at his belly, it was worst than having his skin being ripped off by Ricky. It felt like little jagged rocks were pushing deeper into his skin with each sway with the wind. Thirst fogged his thoughts, the only relief was when the odd rain shower came. Washing the guilt and grim from his pelt and clearing his thoughts for only a moment. Thoughts were the only thing to occupy his mind and body.
Religion wasn't a strong point for Solo, it would never being much settlement to his mind as he thought of what he was putting himself through. At the other end he was going to die, no other choice but his. The cold suddenly hit him like a slap as the sun started to set, casting the lower valley he was in into darkness. The last rays were slowly slipping out of the grasps of the mountains in the east, the stars nowhere to be seen. The sky above his head was illuminated with a pinkish hue, as if Solo had swept his paw across the sky. The thought gave Solo a idea, one that would put his broken body to the test. Slowly he lowered himself from the rock he was perched on top, his bones groaning their complaints. A long overcome stich came back as he limped towards a sandy part of the hill he was on. Pausing to catch his breath, Solo placed his paw on the sand, leaving a imprint of his present on this isolated land.
Taking a gasp of air, making his lungs scream in pain. The weak grey wolf kicked his long gone muscles into action, kicking up the sand and letting the wind catch it in its hands. Solo's movements started to take over him, they became from angry outbursts into a elegant flowing dance. The grey wolf in his prime doing strange movements unseen to the wolf race on top of a bare hill with only a leaning birch for company, the setting sun as if enjoying his performance added her contribution of a brilliant display of colour into the sky, giving Solo the perfect backdrop to his strange new nature. The feelings he had been dealing with for this whole journey to the North started to flow off him as easily as a waterfall, no longer were they locked up inside him. Putting all his emotions and hurt into this strange twisting of his body, sweeping of his paws on the ground. Soon his ablaze blue eye's fluttered close and soon his screaming body no longer seemed to feel the suffering it was going though, it was derationing itself from the suffering of this world. His mind was derationing itself from all those emotions that gnawed at his heart. No More
Note: I wanted to just throw Solo in for once, He is suddenly finding a way to let everything go. This is based on Buddhism