Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 2:47:17 GMT -5
It had been some time since the dame had bothered to come out into the sunlight, preferring to do all her hunting and everything by light of the moon and stars. The sun was too cheery for her liking right now, the bright colors that hid during the night, that were dulled and were sometimes given an ethereal look to them, were brightened during the day. The coolness of the dark that swayed in fur and chilled her skin was warmed in the sun. It both sickened her to the pit of her stomach and made her heart ache terribly at the same time. She hated the fact that the fact she was looking forward to the cooler and bleaker months that were coming and not the warmer ones, the ones which provided much needed resources. Her father adored spring and not because of the abundance of food. He had been a hunter, like her but he liked spring because it was a renewal of things. Her father loved colors and the warmth of the sun that came with spring.
”Everything that was once crisp and clear in the folds of winter becomes smooth and hazy in the wings of spring,” He would cheer each time, on the first day of the season, without fail to his mate and children. Neoma would roll her eyes and huff at the words, having preferred winter and its sharp tang of cold while Senka and Rayne would curl up to his side and listen to his stories of how spring came to be, along side all the other seasons. ”It was because the God of Death wanted a wife you see. He was so lonely in his dealings with the dead that he wanted someone to share it with. So he kidnapped the God of all the Flora and spirited her away to his domain. But she grew sad, the Goddess.” Here, he would pause and ask them why the Goddess was sad and of course, Senka and Rayne would beg him to tell them, even if they had heard the story many times before. ”The greenery of the world was dying without her caring touch. So she begged the God of Death to free her, so she may take care of it. He refused at first, wanting nothing more then some company and thus being utterly selfishly blind at the slow destruction of the world. It wasn’t until three months of keeping her captive did he realize his mistake. More and more souls were coming to his underworld kingdom, having died of terrible starvation and thirst. He was working to the bone, making these souls made it safely to their resting place. But he did not want to be alone, so he was torn. Keep his precious love close or allow her to go back to tending her garden. But in the end, the other gods convinced him to let her go. Without anyone caring for their shrines and worshiping them, the gods were going weak. Yet the Goddess surprised him. She had fallen in love with the God of Death, after watching him care for the souls all those months. So she promised that for half the year, she would tend to the world but for the other half, she would keep him company. The world was soon brought back to a balance and the God of Death finally had someone to brighten his days for half the year.” He always finished his stories by giving them the sweet berries that grew on the bushes in their territory, the three young wolves happily devouring them.
Senka let the memory wash over her, remembering the burst of taste of the freshly ripened berries her father would pick for her siblings and herself. She remembered the soft timber of his voice as she was taught his trade as a hunter. But he was gone now. Dead and cold in the ground, having joined the God of the Underworld long ago. Her eyes swept over the scant few flowers that clung to the land, the green grass swaying in the wind and she couldn’t stop the sneer that crossed her face. The only reason she had come out was because she could no longer hold back her hunger after four days of not having eaten anything. She needed a rabbit or something at least to quell the hunger pains. The lands she had found herself in was abundant with food so she would be able to find something easily enough. Sniffing the air for a scent, Senka allowed old habits and instincts to take over for her as she begun the hunt for something to eat.
”Everything that was once crisp and clear in the folds of winter becomes smooth and hazy in the wings of spring,” He would cheer each time, on the first day of the season, without fail to his mate and children. Neoma would roll her eyes and huff at the words, having preferred winter and its sharp tang of cold while Senka and Rayne would curl up to his side and listen to his stories of how spring came to be, along side all the other seasons. ”It was because the God of Death wanted a wife you see. He was so lonely in his dealings with the dead that he wanted someone to share it with. So he kidnapped the God of all the Flora and spirited her away to his domain. But she grew sad, the Goddess.” Here, he would pause and ask them why the Goddess was sad and of course, Senka and Rayne would beg him to tell them, even if they had heard the story many times before. ”The greenery of the world was dying without her caring touch. So she begged the God of Death to free her, so she may take care of it. He refused at first, wanting nothing more then some company and thus being utterly selfishly blind at the slow destruction of the world. It wasn’t until three months of keeping her captive did he realize his mistake. More and more souls were coming to his underworld kingdom, having died of terrible starvation and thirst. He was working to the bone, making these souls made it safely to their resting place. But he did not want to be alone, so he was torn. Keep his precious love close or allow her to go back to tending her garden. But in the end, the other gods convinced him to let her go. Without anyone caring for their shrines and worshiping them, the gods were going weak. Yet the Goddess surprised him. She had fallen in love with the God of Death, after watching him care for the souls all those months. So she promised that for half the year, she would tend to the world but for the other half, she would keep him company. The world was soon brought back to a balance and the God of Death finally had someone to brighten his days for half the year.” He always finished his stories by giving them the sweet berries that grew on the bushes in their territory, the three young wolves happily devouring them.
Senka let the memory wash over her, remembering the burst of taste of the freshly ripened berries her father would pick for her siblings and herself. She remembered the soft timber of his voice as she was taught his trade as a hunter. But he was gone now. Dead and cold in the ground, having joined the God of the Underworld long ago. Her eyes swept over the scant few flowers that clung to the land, the green grass swaying in the wind and she couldn’t stop the sneer that crossed her face. The only reason she had come out was because she could no longer hold back her hunger after four days of not having eaten anything. She needed a rabbit or something at least to quell the hunger pains. The lands she had found herself in was abundant with food so she would be able to find something easily enough. Sniffing the air for a scent, Senka allowed old habits and instincts to take over for her as she begun the hunt for something to eat.