Post by Flame on Aug 1, 2010 22:04:31 GMT -6
This land was rolling and white, clean and pure; a sanctuary, an escape.
A place that soothed and sang the sorrows away.
When this place failed to console, these fears were navigated through the skies of her eyes.
Yakone blinked calmly at his reflection in the still, black water of the lake. A small fishing hole, still not frozen over from the last wolf who had hunted there. It was like a piece of night sky at his feet.
Yakone's restlessness had brought him here in the dawning of the day, before the others had roused from sleep. He had only intended to reflect and clear his head, but no amount of solitude this morning seemed to have granted him that pleasure. He had no reason to be there in the first place, or maybe he did. All he needed was to sort things out.
He had woken up long before the others, which he usually did, but this time it was different. Of course, he did it in the same way he had always done, but something felt wierd. Something that felt familiar to him, but was still unknown. A misplaced sense of confusion, a loss, like something was missing. Something really important, and it was going away, but he didn't know what it was, so he couldn't find it, and he kept searching, searching... and so he walked.
Yakone's wanderings had led him here, to the frozen lake, gray mountains rising above it. He was so alone. He wanted Quaniit, and yet, he didn't want her to see him like this. Something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.
This. What is this? Yakone thought to himself. I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long it's hard for me to specify. Unknowingness was something Yakone normally brushed off and it was easy for him to deal with, but now he found it difficult be sure of himself, to be confident, as he always was. He could always hop back onto track if he was lost or uninformed, but he didn't have a basis to inform him of what confronted him now; couldn't reason it out or solve it with logic. Now he was dealing with something that was alien, out of reach. You can't unravel an emotion or feeling with mathematical efforts, so it left Yakone uneasy.
You can best any beast, you can conquer anything for your love. He told himself angrily. Yet you allow yourself to be brought down by a silly feeling.
Yakone looked at the mountains rising above him, recalling his life before the ice pack, so lonely and dissatisfying. Migrating and drifting from town to town, looking for something, an answer. The problem being that he didn't know the question yet.
But that was back then, back before he found his home and his life, his mate, Quaniit. She was more beautiful than anything in the world. Her beauty could not even be measured by the mountains, or the number of stars, or the sunrises and sunsets for all eternity. Nothing.
Yakone traced distant memories from his turbulent youth up the mountainside. The people he had met, the places he had been. His old life was full of adventure and excitement, yes. However, it could not match what he had now. He never wouuld have before adumbrated that this is what would have become of his future. At times, it seemed he was destined to roam without purpose forever.
Like twin suns, Yakone's amber eyes rose to the top of the nearest mountain's snow-capped peak as if magnetized by an invisible force. He could not see it, but he knew that there was the place he was born- in a faraway human city, near the mouth of the river which ran through the territories below.
I'm searching for a question.
Something there, something unseen, was drawing him back to the place he was born. And somehow, this was the most frightening thing in the world.
A place that soothed and sang the sorrows away.
When this place failed to console, these fears were navigated through the skies of her eyes.
Yakone blinked calmly at his reflection in the still, black water of the lake. A small fishing hole, still not frozen over from the last wolf who had hunted there. It was like a piece of night sky at his feet.
Yakone's restlessness had brought him here in the dawning of the day, before the others had roused from sleep. He had only intended to reflect and clear his head, but no amount of solitude this morning seemed to have granted him that pleasure. He had no reason to be there in the first place, or maybe he did. All he needed was to sort things out.
He had woken up long before the others, which he usually did, but this time it was different. Of course, he did it in the same way he had always done, but something felt wierd. Something that felt familiar to him, but was still unknown. A misplaced sense of confusion, a loss, like something was missing. Something really important, and it was going away, but he didn't know what it was, so he couldn't find it, and he kept searching, searching... and so he walked.
Yakone's wanderings had led him here, to the frozen lake, gray mountains rising above it. He was so alone. He wanted Quaniit, and yet, he didn't want her to see him like this. Something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.
This. What is this? Yakone thought to himself. I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long it's hard for me to specify. Unknowingness was something Yakone normally brushed off and it was easy for him to deal with, but now he found it difficult be sure of himself, to be confident, as he always was. He could always hop back onto track if he was lost or uninformed, but he didn't have a basis to inform him of what confronted him now; couldn't reason it out or solve it with logic. Now he was dealing with something that was alien, out of reach. You can't unravel an emotion or feeling with mathematical efforts, so it left Yakone uneasy.
You can best any beast, you can conquer anything for your love. He told himself angrily. Yet you allow yourself to be brought down by a silly feeling.
Yakone looked at the mountains rising above him, recalling his life before the ice pack, so lonely and dissatisfying. Migrating and drifting from town to town, looking for something, an answer. The problem being that he didn't know the question yet.
But that was back then, back before he found his home and his life, his mate, Quaniit. She was more beautiful than anything in the world. Her beauty could not even be measured by the mountains, or the number of stars, or the sunrises and sunsets for all eternity. Nothing.
Yakone traced distant memories from his turbulent youth up the mountainside. The people he had met, the places he had been. His old life was full of adventure and excitement, yes. However, it could not match what he had now. He never wouuld have before adumbrated that this is what would have become of his future. At times, it seemed he was destined to roam without purpose forever.
Like twin suns, Yakone's amber eyes rose to the top of the nearest mountain's snow-capped peak as if magnetized by an invisible force. He could not see it, but he knew that there was the place he was born- in a faraway human city, near the mouth of the river which ran through the territories below.
I'm searching for a question.
Something there, something unseen, was drawing him back to the place he was born. And somehow, this was the most frightening thing in the world.