It's Not So Easy Being Green [Aurik]

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Were it still that other time
I'd make time itself somehow bend

She paused at the edge of the river, toes just peeking over the river bank. Clear water danced below, reflecting the golden rays of sunlight intermittently. It blinded her emerald eyes for a heartbeat, lending a spark of fire within, before fading to naught. Just another lost soul in this big, wide world. So macabre today, Fawn? she laughed quietly to herself, once the dove had noticed the direction in which her rambling thoughts were heading. Zero always told you... the line of her thoughts trailed off. Words morphing into unrecognisable splashes of blue - for sadness, he had once told her. Voice quiet, as though confessing a deep, cherished secret. Blue for sadness, yellow for mirth. Green for envy, red for passion. There were more, many more. Though Fawn could not have heard his voice (she had always imagined it to be deep and rumbling; comforting. But perhaps, it had been sharp and cunning, like a viper hidden beneath the flowers), she had watched his lips form the words, had absorbed his teachings with the self-same wide-eyed awe she had done with all others.

Misty veils covered her emerald pools. Fawn took a shuddering breath, delicate skull lowering as she tried to breathe through the sudden pang of sorrow that had enveloped her being. Flanks quivered lightly, before the young female bravely raised her head. Eyes distant, unseeing, she gazed out over the rolling hills, watching the dying flares of the setting sun tinge the viridescent land with orange fire. Such was life; there was no turning back the tides. They flowed and ebbed, but ultimately, there were no two that were the same. Kissed the shores and retreated - an endless dance.

Pale lobes stirred upon her head, turning into the crisp, autumn breeze. As though if she tried hard enough, the subtle, incomprehensible murmuring of the wind, and the cheerful blabbing of the river would reach her ears. Others had told her it was hard to miss what one never had.

And yet- Fawn found, in the deepest places of her heart, that it was not so.

Fawn thinks.

Aurik

But now I'm not that strong
And time keeps moving on

[Aurik]

Time was a funny thing. The more of it that passed, the older he got. And yet he could not seem to grasp the concept that he was getting older. He was growing up, and he was not becoming anything great. There was a bright side to everything, and somehow Aurik used this to overlook anything that could possibly go wrong in his life. He was alone, he was surrounded by silence, and yet a happy tune still rung through his mind.

It was a wonderful thing to imagine what it must be like to hear the things he felt. Aurik was constantly wrapped up in his own little world, imagining what water crashing over rocks must do. Perhaps it was like a color... Could you hear a color? Surely there must be something to go with everything, he thought gleefully. His mother always tried to make sure he could experience everything, but in a way, it was a whole different way of living. Things he could understand and comprehend were far beyond that of his mother's reach. It was because of this that Aurik knew she would be better off without him. They were simply too different to mesh in the long run. He would always have his optimistic view and pleasantly quiet world, and she would always follow him around trying to protect him from the world.

It was time to move on and become what he could really be. And so the mottled gray wolf wandered off after a briefly discussion with his mother. Of course, he still preferred not to speak, but that was never an option around her. His mother could never truly comprehend his form of communication. It was why she fought so hard for him to communicate verbally and understand the verbal communication of others. While it was a nifty little skill, Aurik did not see how it was necessary. If someone wanted to understand him, they would. They would take the time and effort to know him. Why wouldn't they? He was a great guy, and surely someone would be there for him like his mother had always been. Wolves were loyal creatures. They were not meant to be alone forever; he would find new friends who would see him for what he really was.

Yet all the while in Aurik's musings, he never bothered to pay attention to where he was going. And it was because of this very inattentive behavior that he found himself tripping over the rump of yet another wolf, face planting into the dirt with the grace that only Aurik could manage. As he sprawled out in a mangled pile of limbs and fur, he craned his neck to stare at his impending doom. "I'm so sorry," he droned out, his words strained and monotone, scratching at the very air as he strained to form them. Even after years of communication, when he went any measurable amount of time without speaking, he reverted back to his mostly silent nature. But surely this wolf would think he was rude if he did not say something!

Collecting himself from the ground, Aurik drew himself closer to the ground, drawing his ears back in submission. His tail hung limply behind him as he backed away from the female, his head dipped in a greeting as well as submission. He did not know who this wolf was, and the last thing he needed was to anger someone right out of the gate. It was only once he turned his gaze back to his own personal demon that he noticed the striking emerald eyes. 

How lovely.

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Word Count: 604 words
Tags: @fawn
Muse: Pretty good for a first post!