Discovering the Past (Story) Apr 28, 2010 19:20:22 GMT 8
Post by Kanchana on Apr 28, 2010 19:20:22 GMT 8
Discovering the Past
The white wolves danced in the snow, their pallid coats quickly blending into the swirling mist. There was snow, a first for the youngest of pups. It crunched lightly underfoot, still soft and unstained by other and their tracks.
It was a sight to remember, the dancing wolves, for they were the last of their kind. Others stopped and paused, watching the young fae see snow for the first time, discovering its playful claws. The colorless pair jumped and played if they were pups once more, lost in the joy of the moment.
“Sakarri,” the male called, the warning came clear in his deep voice. The soft silken ears turned at the sound, but she continued to prance in the falling snow.
“Sakarri,” he growled again, louder this time. The young fae paused, turning slowly to face him and tilted her head to the side, blinking lazily at him.
“Yes Akiak?" She asked with a sigh, waiting for him to talk. She had been having fun; not something she was allowed to have anymore but then she smelt it, the scent filled her nostrils, blocking all other scents.
It was Them.
Akiak wouldn’t tell her who or what they were, only that she wasn’t allowed to see them, only to run far away.
“Do we have to run?” she whined quietly.
“I’m sorry little one,” he murmured and nudged her with his black nose “I’m sorry but yes, we do.”
Akiak knew what he was talking about; these animals were not to be messed with. There machines called guns would kill anything in sight, turn them into fluffy fur coats. He had to keep her safe, his daughter from these humans. He only hoped she wouldn’t discover it herself. The truth, a painful part of life. He would not lose another to them; he had already lost his pack.
“Come daghteee, we must go,” the great white wolf said. She whined uneasily, but did not speak, instead jumped to her feet, dashing in front of him with a graceful ease.
Why must they always run? Nothing could be that bad….her father was so protective of her, never letting her have some space to call home. When would they live without fear? Be safe once and for all. On all fours, both fae and brute charged along the path. There time there was already disappearing; the snow lightly covering their tracks.
The male was lost in his mind, stuck between the truth and the lies. He didn’t want her to know…the horrible past, it still haunted him in his dreams. But, she needed to know, or she would find out another way. His family…her family, their pack, all killed in a single shot. His life, shattered into too many pieces to be strong ever again.
Lost in his thoughts, he jumped backwards, teeth bared as he ran into someone.
“Shh, just me,” Sakarri said, sighing and rolling her eyes “No.”
His ears stood tall in shock; never before had she refused him. Not when they had been running at least.
“No? What do you mean?” he rumbled as his hackles rose, realizing what she meant and approached her slowly “Run, my stupid daughter, you do not need to know what follows us…only that if you love life, you will run!” He jumped forwards, pushing her with his huge pallid mass, trying to force her into a lope. But the young stubborn fae was tired of running, sick of such idiocy and needed to see the hidden beings for herself.
“No,” she repeated, as if speaking to a young child. She turned swiftly and trotted back up the smooth white path. Her lithe movements seeming to disappear into the falling snow flakes. She sneezed, letting her father pinpoint her position. And yet, he did not follow. Something made him pause and think.
The blue orbs closed, ordering his thoughts in silence while the shots began. Bang. He heard though the silence. Bang. It came again. Bang. But no yelp filled the air. No cry of pain, nor of terror. The eyes flashed open, surprised for he had been thinking the worst. But he was genuinely saddened, knowing what her eyes had seen.
Quiet, padding steps alerted him of approach as the white she-wolf appeared once more from the mist.
“Why…why father didn’t you tell me?” she asked, icy orbs filled with an ancient sadness, one only few understood.
“I tried to protect you, my dearest daughter, the truth is painful and…..” he was cut off with her annoyed tone.
“No father,” she spat “You were not protecting me…merely hiding the truth…you made me discover on my own. Now I understand the true horribleness of this world we call home.”
And she had. Her green eyes closed, trying to block out the creeping memories but they kept returning. Those men and their guns….shooting the last few of her kind and making them into their personal wants and needs.
“Go…run away…” she whispered, leaping forwards. She ran like never before, running so fast that the truth was left far behind.
Truth is a discovery in itself. Whether the truth is good or bad makes neither difference nor makes it any less of a discovery.
OOC: Ok, well this was/is part of a novel I am currently writing...I had a hand written story due in less than 24 hours and needed something related to 'discovery'. Soo comments welcome..and tell me if you can see the connection.
And yes, something similar is in one of my wolf threads..hehe that was a sneak peak...partly..