Ankyra Sound waves that rolled you under

@Emaleth

Palisander was dead, so Olive sought the coast. Anywhere but the forest that held so many memories.

Anywhere else.

The silvertoned seraph sprinted, the entirety of her soul stretching and contracting rythmically with her body as she moved. She flew across the earth, and there was no certainty that her paws were touching the earth with this action. Her emotions propelled her onward, further and further, until her legs could run no more and she fell in a heap, lungs heaving for breath. 

Was this her punishment for defecting from the life of a wanderer, to call one place home and entertain a family? Such suffering was her own fault, for she knew attachment only led to detachment and pain. Even as a pup, her parents had taught her that value. To become attached to something, to love truly, meant suffering whenever that thing was eventually taken away. It was a wisdom modeled after nature itself, who held no grudges and knew nothing of motives. There were no certainties in life, and the earth owed you nothing. The spirit of the earth simply moved as it did, in endless variety, moving cleanly and freely from one stage to the next, unattached to any certain outcome. It gave as it pleased and took as it pleased. 

It was endlessly fascinating and wolves much more pious than she had been able to implement such values [or lack thereof] in their own existence, becoming ever-closer to the universe. She were not yet that skilled and could not, at that moment, imagine how such sage elders could swallow the grief of a life taken. It was too much to contain and she lifted her maw to the sky and howled.

she howled, 
and howled, 
and howled, 

calling for the heavens to give her guidance in what was certainly an otherworldly type of suffering.