Cedarwood Forest grab my hand and don't ever drop it

@Rook

The dark man had faded away, and the ivory lady sat, breathing deep the air of the wood. She was in the cedar forest, she was near Grizzly Hollow. She was home. She had important news to give. There was no holding back. There was no more time to waste. Erecting her figure to sit a little straighter, she titled her crown, and let out a high toned howl, calling for her youngest son. I am home. She would not let herself think of the possibility Rook might not answer, but she would go no further. There were too many who did not know her, and she doubted much familiar clung to her coat any more. Other then their eyes, would they believe she was the leader's mother? No, waiting here like the loner she was would be better. Besides she wanted to tell him of her wanderings in private. Wanted to decide if she could really stay here any more. There was so little she felt sure about.


What else had happened in her absence? Tomen was probably four times the size. Would she recognize the lad? He probably would hardly remember her. Had anyone else left? Did anyone else notice Cinder's absence? Where there new members? Most important, how was Borden? Her song faded, and her teeth dug sharply into her lips. Guilt weighed upon her for leaving in the first place. Leaving him alone, but she hadn't felt like his caretaker in ages. Even beside him, they could be miles apart with his faded mind. Alright, it wouldn't do to be a weeping mess. She ran her script in her head, concentrating while she waited.

tell me is this where I give it all up?

A high-pitched howl drifted through the forest, awakening it in parts where the winter chill had lulled it to sleep. In the trees above, a murder of wolf birds took flight and Rook's eyes fled upward to watch their ascent. The boughs grew quiet again apart from the occasional creaking of decades-old bark in the light breeze. Rook knew that voice; he would rue the day if he ever forgot it. Jaysyek.

His heart, after taking the recognition to mind, began to beat in a terrible rhythm, the longing becoming suddenly too much to bear. Following suit, his limbs were set into action, carrying him through his domain the way Borden had once traversed through the pine-needled lands. His neck was extended and his tail was held out straight behind him, a hunter's gait becoming the pace that would bring him to where the familiar ivory woman sat in anticipation for his arrival. She wasn't how he fully remembered her but there was no doubt that this was his mother. Nature was not as cruel as to keep a child from recognizing their own parent as it was the other way around...

He was quick to cross the space between them, approaching cautiously but amiable at first before burying his masked face in his white-silver fur with a relieved whine. His tail held itself high at his back, not particularly asserting dominance over her but waving aloft out of habit, wordlessly conveying to her that he now shouldered Borden's responsibilities. There were no words to describe the soothing feeling that had washed over him in the place of the yearning her call had inspired. There was a warmth there no in his chest that he hoped would stay for a long while yet.

When he fully pulled away from her, it was only after he brushed the bridge of his muzzle against his throat and touched his nose to her chin with a kiss. The first words he spoke were laced with sadness, from the grief that still had yet to be shaken from his lungs and chest, "You're home." His similarly colored eyes focused on her, hoping to glean from her face what trials she had faced in the world beyond the Cedarwood, "What happened?"

Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.

There was nothing easy about sitting and waiting. There never had been and there never would be. Even if she knew what she was waiting for. Terrible, terrible.After realizing how hard she was biting her lips, she smoothed her tongue over them, and tried to merely look over the forest. Listen that if not he, than least someone was on the way. 

Again, she forced herself to believe it would be Rook. Picture his mask, those eyes he got from her. Rook had to be alive, and well. He was alive, and well. There was no room for what ifs till they reached her.

Surely, why a cool breeze may filter through the wood, she could hear something more. Why she remained sitting, she did her best to face the oncoming wolf. Without a doubt it was her boy. Eyes welled without her permission, but she wore a grand smile as her tail uncontrollably flicked back and forth. She would have met him, but under the circumstances she remained in place. There was only a small pause before he broke the distance, and she leaned her skull against him, grateful. Somehow trying to rein the sadness in replacing it with relief, with the sense she must be able to speak. She could not place more worry upon him.

His voice was tainted with pain, ears twitched. She did not fully understand. "Yes," she declared, if giving more life to the words. Home, that's where she was now. It was nice of him to strictly get to that question. To give her little option to wait to till him. The exhausted lady shut her eyes, pulling in a creep of air deep inside her chest. "Cinder,"she breathed. "Someone terrible has taken her. I could not find them. I could not find her." Once steady toned quaked, with her trembling form. Roughly, she began to shake her head back and forth, trying to  suppress a sob.  It wasn't easily choked down, thoughts of failure, pain, and loss. 

(This post was last modified: Dec 11, 2015, 08:48 PM by Jaysyek.)