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Joined: Oct 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 116 Karma: 3 |  | A Descent Down The Slope « Thread Started on Nov 24, 2006, 10:23pm » | |
The mortal air hit her lungs like she had been kicked. Too long had she breathed the warm soothing Valuk air, she had forgotten the sting of air filled with ice. And with no hope for the air warming, like it had in the beautiful green summers she remembered from her life here. She stepped gingerly onto the rough plateau atop Himmal. The pebble covered red clay ground was cold and hard beneath her paws. She shivered. The cold had never seemed this intense before, this biting, this harsh. Too long her body had been insubstantial, just a whisp of what she had been. Wandering the earth with no purpose, no destination.
Nailian remembered the Dark that had over come the world, and the red hill, the very red hill she now returned too, where she had hidden. When all had seemed calm she had picked her way through burned brush and such up to the spot where she stood and lept forwards, into the vortex that took her to Valuk. And Now she returned.
She had to find the impossibly stupid boy who was shaming all tigers that had ever lived. He didnt know his power, and worst of all he thought he was a wolf. Though she didnt mind them in general, their attachment to pack life disgusted her. To think the Ha Mazachar was living among them, living like them, the thought made her shiver. She had to find the boy and set it right.
Scanning the horizon she saw the low streak of red off to her left. She turned away from it, turned East, to face where the sun would never rise again. Oh how she would love to see the sun again. But that was a problem for another day. Ili started down the steep slope, heading for where she had been told she could find the boy. East, where the sun should have been waking.
(Oops, I got my directions confused, all fixedied now!)
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Joined: Oct 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 116 Karma: 3 |  | Re: A Descent Down The Slope « Reply #1 on Nov 25, 2006, 7:10pm » | |
Himmal was one of the few places with what could almost be called pleantiful vegitation. Enough that she had to watch her big clumsy paws to make sure they didnt catch in roots. Moving in the cold was hard. Being solid on earth was hard. Feeling courced through every inch of her flesh. She was just going to have to get reaquainted with the small quirks of being alive. The sharp stones underfoot, poking her too soft pads. The fast, hard wind, chilling her ears until she could not longer feel them and only the fact that she could hear it let her know they were still there.
She sneezed the dust from her nose and continued picking her way down the mountain. Well past the peak and no sign of Wakinyan, the Thunder Bird and gaurdian of the upper most reaches of Himmal. She entered the lower portion of the mountain with out sight of sound of the Demon Bear or Phantom Cat. Which just left Cusith. The giant green dog.
Of all of them she did not want to see Cusith. The trickster would only cause trouble. Try to lead her astray or confuse her. She was too set on finding the boy to let him pull her astray. Dogs. They were too close to wolves for comfort. She had spent the last half decade among the wolves of Valuk, they were kind in their way and she didnt mind them. No it was the mortal ones who thought themselves the rulers of the world that got under her skin. Neerly off the hill now she had almost relaxed back into being real when a nervous, quick movement off to the side caught her eye. Just a flash of green among the withering grey and black trees.
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Joined: Oct 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 430 Location: Crossroads Of Here And There Karma: 7 |  | Re: A Descent Down The Slope « Reply #2 on Nov 25, 2006, 11:49pm » | |
(you replied to yourself? Huh, unusual. Well this'll give ye something)
Of all the strange things time has revealed, this was one for the records. In his days, both old and new, he had seen a hundred soul purge on in fatal attempt to reach Valuk. But none had he seen before ever purge onto to leave Valuk. A sight indeed. So much it confused the hound, who watched with those sanguine glowing eyes from the misty shadows and shaded woods.
Who was this mysterious beast with ethereal glow, witness to the ages and seeker of light? There was no light to be found, all had been swallowed amidst the darkness in the Shifter's final will. He who commanded the great crow, Painter of the Skies, to stain the skies in his own blood, and in the black void of his own being engulfed existence in darkness. Light had since vanished, never to be brought into life again. The gods were dead, the Guardians were the last relics of a forgotten time.
His bark rang out like a distant echo, with no true source. It bounded through the trees, as if to come in every direction all at once. It had a certain hollowness to it, a distracting ringing that never seemed to fade. The mist was growing thicker, and seemed almost to glow a sickly green. So thick was the mist, the path ahead became shrouded and obscured in the darkness. Before the great tiger, off into the distance, the looming shadow of the hound stood, bright crimson eyes wide in the abyss. The voices still echoed, like a lost child's cry, the world was a daze as sky began earth and earth became sky.
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Joined: Oct 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 116 Karma: 3 |  | Re: A Descent Down The Slope « Reply #3 on Nov 26, 2006, 12:20am » | |
The sharp bark seemed to come from everywhere at once. Ili froze in her tracks and crouched. She tried to growl, but a throat that hasnt been used in neerly a decade does not obey at a whim. The stale air passed down her throat and wheezed into her lungs. A fit of coughing overcame her. She shook and her whole body was wracked by the force of the hacking. She stumbled and knocked against a slim tree. Cold snow fell at her feet and she lapped at it to soothe her burning throat.
The fits stopped and she stood. Slightly dazed she looked about, trying to remember what had caused her alarm in the first place. The fog had thickened when she wasnt looking and that disturbed her. Then she saw him. The black silouette of a huge dog stood out from the milky white thickness all around her.
"Cusith" she managed to growl before another fit of coughs consumed her attention. This was no good. The best thing to do would be to keep going. She stumbled on, knowing she had probaly lost her way. 'That damnable dog and his stupid misleading ways' she thought to her self. As long as she made it to the bottom of Himmal she was safe. She could find west, and the boy, after the fog had cleared. But clear it wouldnt until she was gone from this sacred but cursed hill. 'Just to the bottom' she coaxed herself, 'Only to the grass and then I can fall to the ground in exhaustion. Just to the bottom.'
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Joined: Oct 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 430 Location: Crossroads Of Here And There Karma: 7 |  | The Green Trickster « Reply #4 on Nov 27, 2006, 7:51pm » | |
This creature that presented itself, powerful and stunning, with an almost ethereal mist. It was not of the living, nor the deceased. A specter of sorts perhaps? But the beast was tangible, physical. The light in those cunning eyes spoke another story, for the eyes were the gateway of the soul. And he could see straight into that soul, but purge no deeper. For a wall had been erected to keep such things out.
The dog was at a lost. His duty, in fact, was to keep strangers out of Valuk. But, not in Valuk. And on top of it, this was no mortal. At least, he thought it wasn't. Amazing, the great trickster himself was baffled. Eitherway, he had two choices. Proof himself a menace, or stand aside and let the beast past. What a tough choice.
The mist grew thicker and thicker, an astral green glow taking light. The echoing barks grew closer and closer together, closing the gap of time between each. They grew louder, as if nearer, and at the same time, growing farther away. The mist increased in density, until it was almost a solid object. And then, it vanished, revealing to the tiger a new location. No longer was Ili in Himmal, but at the base, staring blankly out into Regae. To all the open behind her, the fog grew so thick, there were but a few eyes that dare penetrate.
A howl rose high above the mist, shrill and mournful as the hound dog's bay. The red eyes came gleaming through the shroud, and then they too vanished as the swirling fog swallowed them whole. It came like a whisper at first, a ghostly voice echoing as the barking subsided.
"Now you see me And now I am gone. Trickster and guide The giant green dog.
Which way are you going Where shall you end? Beware the green mist; Never again."
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Joined: Oct 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 116 Karma: 3 |  | Re: A Descent Down The Slope « Reply #5 on Nov 27, 2006, 8:56pm » | |
As the chilling voices faded and the fog seemed to roll back up the hill, Ili's weight finaly became too much for her knees to bear. She stumbled and wheezed. Falling beneath a large, scragly pine tree. Breathing heavily and labouriously she finaly passed into rejouvinating sleep.
She woke as she thought she heard a shrill howl on the cold wind. But it was all in her mind. Echoing shadows of the befuddling encounter with Cusith. But she found her determination to find the boy strong as ever and the sturdy limbs that had failed her so sudenly were again steadfast. She streched and yawned. Releasing a groggy roar she was glad to find her throat no longer to dry to work. She shook the last of sleep off of her and prepared for a long day's run. Strangely she felt neither hunger nor thirst, though she knew she should. 'Hmm, a perk to being the living dead' the thought amused her as she found the red stripe on the horizon that was now in the east, beginning its slow journey to the other side of the sky. Giving a final flex of her trememdous paws she set out at a brisk and strenous pace. Racing towards a river she had never seen, a boy she didnt know. A future that was not quite what she expected.
A few hundred yards off from Himmal she turned and looked at the foggy base. "Thank you gardians for safe passage through your relm. I only pray that you will be so kind again when such a time comes that I return. I bid you peace." Again she turned and ran. Looking back no more.
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Joined: Oct 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 116 Karma: 3 |  | Re: A Descent Down The Slope « Reply #6 on Nov 30, 2006, 7:07pm » | |
(continued in "Northern Chill" in 'Freelands')
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