The Sight
The mountains seemed to tremble as an eerie wind wound its way through the crags and pathways, smelling of the oncoming spring and new life. Below, nothing seemed to be rebirthing. The ice and cold stone of the tundra left no sing of green or of easy prey, the land barren and wasted.
The foothills were not as in much bad of forestry. Tall spruces stood like gathering soldiers on the steep slopes as if attempting to show down the tall peaks of the silhouetting mountains above them. Thin rays of light emerged from the clouded sky, caressing the land below before disappearing in the setting soon as dusk approached.
No creature made a noise as the silence of night emerged, the silence before the storm.
In a small, dark cave located at the flank of a small mountain were two pups, their dark eyes wide with exhaustion, their fur fluffed up in protection against the icy winds. Two sets of ears poked their way into the sky, detecting any sounds or movement coming from the outside world.
“Atrey, do you hear anything?” Rayn pushed her way closer to her dark furred brother, her tongue lapping at the dribble running from her snout. The drizzle of snow sat upon them, dampening their fur, making the cold even more intolerable.
“Nothing except for the occasional howl.” The male sighed before turning towards his sister, licking her affectionately, moving further into the depth of their shelter.
“I’m hungry,” she Rayn whined pitifully, her eyes filling full of pain and frustration. Due to the two siblings lack of size and strength they had not been able to hunt for big game after the Sikla had died.
“We can go hunt for a couple birds at dawn. They’ll be moving soon and they’re our only food right now.” He grunted in dismay at the thoughts of starvation that would soon envelope their frail bodies.
“What about the disease?” The female twitched, announcing her fret.
“Do not worry, dear sister. Remember what the Sikla said? The disease only takes the lives of those who have been bred wrong or are old and fragile. We are neither of those.” He nuzzled his sister reassuringly. “We need some rest, come lay with me.”
They both shifted to the furthest back among the small grass patch they had made, nestling into the warmth of each other’s pelt and the forage. Each closed their eyes half way, seeking comfort in each other’s strength and will to live.
They did not know that they would soon set off in an adventure that would change their outlook on life all together.
The foothills were not as in much bad of forestry. Tall spruces stood like gathering soldiers on the steep slopes as if attempting to show down the tall peaks of the silhouetting mountains above them. Thin rays of light emerged from the clouded sky, caressing the land below before disappearing in the setting soon as dusk approached.
No creature made a noise as the silence of night emerged, the silence before the storm.
In a small, dark cave located at the flank of a small mountain were two pups, their dark eyes wide with exhaustion, their fur fluffed up in protection against the icy winds. Two sets of ears poked their way into the sky, detecting any sounds or movement coming from the outside world.
“Atrey, do you hear anything?” Rayn pushed her way closer to her dark furred brother, her tongue lapping at the dribble running from her snout. The drizzle of snow sat upon them, dampening their fur, making the cold even more intolerable.
“Nothing except for the occasional howl.” The male sighed before turning towards his sister, licking her affectionately, moving further into the depth of their shelter.
“I’m hungry,” she Rayn whined pitifully, her eyes filling full of pain and frustration. Due to the two siblings lack of size and strength they had not been able to hunt for big game after the Sikla had died.
“We can go hunt for a couple birds at dawn. They’ll be moving soon and they’re our only food right now.” He grunted in dismay at the thoughts of starvation that would soon envelope their frail bodies.
“What about the disease?” The female twitched, announcing her fret.
“Do not worry, dear sister. Remember what the Sikla said? The disease only takes the lives of those who have been bred wrong or are old and fragile. We are neither of those.” He nuzzled his sister reassuringly. “We need some rest, come lay with me.”
They both shifted to the furthest back among the small grass patch they had made, nestling into the warmth of each other’s pelt and the forage. Each closed their eyes half way, seeking comfort in each other’s strength and will to live.
They did not know that they would soon set off in an adventure that would change their outlook on life all together.
((It has begun! Post intros now!))
The mountains seemed to tremble as an eerie wind wound its way through the crags and pathways, smelling of the oncoming spring and new life. Below, nothing seemed to be rebirthing. The ice and cold stone of the tundra left no sing of green or of easy prey, the land barren and wasted.
The foothills were not as in much bad of forestry. Tall spruces stood like gathering soldiers on the steep slopes as if attempting to show down the tall peaks of the silhouetting mountains above them. Thin rays of light emerged from the clouded sky, caressing the land below before disappearing in the setting soon as dusk approached.
No creature made a noise as the silence of night emerged, the silence before the storm.
In a small, dark cave located at the flank of a small mountain were two pups, their dark eyes wide with exhaustion, their fur fluffed up in protection against the icy winds. Two sets of ears poked their way into the sky, detecting any sounds or movement coming from the outside world.
“Atrey, do you hear anything?” Rayn pushed her way closer to her dark furred brother, her tongue lapping at the dribble running from her snout. The drizzle of snow sat upon them, dampening their fur, making the cold even more intolerable.
“Nothing except for the occasional howl.” The male sighed before turning towards his sister, licking her affectionately, moving further into the depth of their shelter.
“I’m hungry,” she Rayn whined pitifully, her eyes filling full of pain and frustration. Due to the two siblings lack of size and strength they had not been able to hunt for big game after the Sikla had died.
“We can go hunt for a couple birds at dawn. They’ll be moving soon and they’re our only food right now.” He grunted in dismay at the thoughts of starvation that would soon envelope their frail bodies.
“What about the disease?” The female twitched, announcing her fret.
“Do not worry, dear sister. Remember what the Sikla said? The disease only takes the lives of those who have been bred wrong or are old and fragile. We are neither of those.” He nuzzled his sister reassuringly. “We need some rest, come lay with me.”
They both shifted to the furthest back among the small grass patch they had made, nestling into the warmth of each other’s pelt and the forage. Each closed their eyes half way, seeking comfort in each other’s strength and will to live.
They did not know that they would soon set off in an adventure that would change their outlook on life all together.
The foothills were not as in much bad of forestry. Tall spruces stood like gathering soldiers on the steep slopes as if attempting to show down the tall peaks of the silhouetting mountains above them. Thin rays of light emerged from the clouded sky, caressing the land below before disappearing in the setting soon as dusk approached.
No creature made a noise as the silence of night emerged, the silence before the storm.
In a small, dark cave located at the flank of a small mountain were two pups, their dark eyes wide with exhaustion, their fur fluffed up in protection against the icy winds. Two sets of ears poked their way into the sky, detecting any sounds or movement coming from the outside world.
“Atrey, do you hear anything?” Rayn pushed her way closer to her dark furred brother, her tongue lapping at the dribble running from her snout. The drizzle of snow sat upon them, dampening their fur, making the cold even more intolerable.
“Nothing except for the occasional howl.” The male sighed before turning towards his sister, licking her affectionately, moving further into the depth of their shelter.
“I’m hungry,” she Rayn whined pitifully, her eyes filling full of pain and frustration. Due to the two siblings lack of size and strength they had not been able to hunt for big game after the Sikla had died.
“We can go hunt for a couple birds at dawn. They’ll be moving soon and they’re our only food right now.” He grunted in dismay at the thoughts of starvation that would soon envelope their frail bodies.
“What about the disease?” The female twitched, announcing her fret.
“Do not worry, dear sister. Remember what the Sikla said? The disease only takes the lives of those who have been bred wrong or are old and fragile. We are neither of those.” He nuzzled his sister reassuringly. “We need some rest, come lay with me.”
They both shifted to the furthest back among the small grass patch they had made, nestling into the warmth of each other’s pelt and the forage. Each closed their eyes half way, seeking comfort in each other’s strength and will to live.
They did not know that they would soon set off in an adventure that would change their outlook on life all together.
((It has begun! Post intros now!))
