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howling ghosts— they reappear - Kiche - Aug 02, 2013 [dohtml] Approaching midnight, cloudy. 'but you're a king and i'm a lionheart
"We used to thrive here," he breathed absently, his head tipped backwards as he searched in vain for glow of a star in the swarthy underbelly of the sky. His sigh was so rich that he nearly choked on it. His gaze fell to the dark hole that yawned before his feet. But he couldn't linger here. His friend didn't wish to stay very long. His friend appeared to be very busy. "I was too stupid to see it, of course, but we thrived." His amber eyes slid towards his prickly, slightly agitated companion who neither knew nor cared about the quality of life of an obscure "we." His companion only wanted this stranger to mind his own business and let him alone. However, the Ghost of the Hollow was too lonely and this creature was too slow as it ambled past him and into the forest. The red man wished that his friend would say something: he felt like he was rambling. Reluctantly, he tore himself away from the old den and returned to the side of his companion. His train of thought wandered, "You have to understand, I thought I was doing everyone a favor by staying away..." When he looked toward the lumbering mound of quills for approval, he was met with silence — rejection. "I know, I know, I try to fix something and then I just end up breaking it." No reply. The hollow man winced. "I thought I was a saint." "But I'm just sorry." Silence. "I said I'm sorry." the ghost of the hollow
RE: howling ghosts— they reappear - Calla - Aug 03, 2013 [dohtml] Words: 460 [/dohtml]RE: howling ghosts— they reappear - Aisling - Aug 06, 2013 [dohtml] "I've told you time and time again, girl, they won't be here." The chiding voice of Pangur Ban echoed in her hollow mind. He had told her time and time again, and time and time again she'd chosen to ignore him. But it was beginning to weigh upon her. They wouldn't really be gone. Borden and Jaysyek would be waiting for her. They always had been, waiting and willing to take her back in. Aisling loved Jayse so. Aisling simply longed to see her friend again. "I wish you'd just listen to me. Go find somewhere else." There was an inkling of care in the feline's voice, and Aisling whipped her head around, amber eyes catching his ghostly form in a dark-barked tree. <b style="color:#388d10">"There is no where else, Pangur!" She yelled at him, ears pinned back. Her eyes were wide with emotion, but she was far too exhausted to let anything out. She could smelled the forest from here. The cat hissed at her and disappeared, leaving Aisling alone to tread again, forward and forward. That's all she'd been doing. And if she wasn't moving forward, she was dead on her paws, likely asleep like a horse. She was razor thin, ribs exposed through matted white fur. Aisling Halleck had been pretty once upon a time, but she hadn't seen her reflection in an age. It reached a point, however, where she could feel the dirt on her, gritting against her skin, she could feel the mats in her fur. But she moved forward. There would be time to groom when she was home, where she rightfully should have been if not for the damned feline. But she couldn't deny him. He was wonderful company and occasionally there was care in his voice. She no longer required his consul, but would listen to it. And likely choose to ignore it like she had. The trees around her began to change. She became frantic, her paws dragging though her legs pumped with a vengeance. She was stumbling over herself as the land around her became familiar. She was nearly there. She paid no attention to the scents around her, knowing somehow that they would betray what she already knew so well, what Pangur already knew. There were voices in the trees, and she thought herself more mad than she already was. The den was in sight, and she longed to fall into it. Through the crumbling back entrance she slid, swallowed instantly by darkness and silence, though it was only temporary. Her nose was buried in the dirt, and the dirt smelled like dirt. Her heart sank instantly. "I told you." He hissed, though she could not see him now. It was unlikely he would face the underground as she had. "There is someone here, Aisling." He said, not quietly, not that it mattered, for no one else but her could see him. The first voice she missed, the voice that she'd thought was disembodied when she had neared the den. But the second voice was female and clear. Aisling hunkered down, suddenly aware that she had not been silent in her desperation to get into the den. Unless their own voices had drowned her out, whoever the woman was talking to and the woman herself, would know she was here. "One of them seems to be asking of Grizzly Hollow..." The cat noted, and Aisling shushed him, ears pinned back as his brown eyes glowed silver-white in the darkness. <b style="color:#388d10">"speech." |