Aiyana Tainn
I walk upon the river
A cold, bitter wind blew in from the mountains, rustling bare branches and making ancient trunks creak and groan in protest. Darkness held the forest in an icy grip, clouds obnubilated the stars and thick fog hung between the majestic trees. Within her thick black coat, Aiyana was not cold, despite the snow dusting her and the breeze ruffling her fur. No, she did not freeze, but neither was she hot. The elements balanced each other out well, and it was with slow steps she walked through the snowy Grove. Over the past months she had begun to flesh out her frame, though she would always remain slender she was no longer as skeletal as she had been. Of course, it would be visible for a few months yet that she was ganglier than the rest, but in appearance she seemed more of an adult than a pup now, albeit a slim one. The steps she took were long, with a kind of subconscious grace; Aiyana was a creature of the darkness, preferring to sleep during the day, and coming out once the sun went down. She felt more comfortable in the shadows, slinking around, seldom interacting beyond greetings, close to never speaking or sharing her thoughts. She'd begun to pull her weight in hunts, and had come a long way from her first struggle with that fawn, but it was obvious to any who saw her, or her golden gaze, that she held something dark, a buried secret, next to her heart. Guarded were her eyes, not letting even her mother in, but she did not let it hinder her. She hunted for them, and in some obscure, backwards fashion, she kept loving them, even if she wanted nothing but to isolate herself from them. But she knew the pain that would cause, and so, she dutifully waited, until they would either be able to take it, or they died, and wouldn't know she abandoned the constricting grove.
As she walked, what had begun as a patrol but then had become a trek further away, she let her thoughts roam. She never thought of, or spoke of, Rissa when the rest of the pack was near, and any mention of her was prone to make the black sister snarl and move away. Rissa was dead, and that was it — no one needed to have a chat with her about it.
Her poor, naive, stupid, silly sister... Rissa had always been stronger, buffer, frequiently pinning Aiyana, who could do nothing but outrun or outwit her. Would she have grown slender, like Aiyana, or would she have grown buff, like Fenru? If she had been here, what would she have done? Laughed, leaped around, chased shadows and hummed silly little songs? The faintest of smiles curved Aiyana's dark lips at the thought of her lively sister prancing through the snow, chasing unseen things under its powdery surface, dashing off after birds.. so carefree, and elegant, while her dark sister prowled on. Bit by bit the smile faded, and her dark ears fell against her skull, nestling in the fur there. She knew that to keep Rissa with her as a ghost, a conjured thoughts, would not bring her back, yet she couldn't force herself to let go. If she did, she would drown, fall into the hole carved in her heart and disappear. Without Rissa to hold her back, the void would consume her, until there was nothing left but bitterness.
Perhaps she would turn out that way anyway — she grimaced in the darkness, thought of blood, and wished one of those devils would show up so she could kill it, imagining their haunting stares in the fog, leering at her and disappearing when she came near. For Rissa, she would be able to do anything and everything, and the thought of it set a fire in her heart, and war thrummed in her veins.
Too bad she was so small, so inexperienced yet. The fire within flickered out, followed by a smoky sigh, and the dark-hearted girl prowled on, further away from home.
like it's easier than land
Love is all, from what I've heard, but my heart's learned to kill
(This post was last modified: Feb 15, 2013, 03:41 PM by Aiyana.)