It was the raven that led her. She had followed it for days, forever it seemed. For Lia, there was nothing else but to follow the raven who would lead her home. She stopped periodically on her journey to feed on some creature or another; sometimes no more than a half-decomposed carcass.
The raven too, seemed to sense some higher purpose than whatever it had been doing before Lia came into its life. It stopped when dusk fell, like clockwork, perching in the trees above her to rest. When the sun rose, it gave a croak and was off again to lead her across lands unknown. Lia crossed rivers, navigated gullies and crevasses, travelled through forests and over mountains; all the while focused on following the raven.
The doyenne was led to distant lands, far from Quicksilver Hollow. She halted as the raven did, watching as it settled on a branch high above her head long before the sun had reached its zenith. Head tipped back to watch it, her silver-dotted brows drew in briefly in confusion.
Lustrous eyes cleared, quest forgotten briefly to take in her surroundings. The forest was bleeding. Lia's eyes landed on the thick forest ahead of her, the brief jolt of alarm in her chest fading as she realized the trees were not coated in blood. It was sap, sap as red as the vibrant sunsets she had fallen asleep to beneath the raven.
"Why have you led me here?" Lia turned again to the raven for guidance. It stared down at her, benevolent silence its only answer. Lia returned to staring at the depths of the forest, ears flat in contemplation.
It was the wind that answered her. It ruffled her fur with gentle fingers, bringing with it the scent of pack nearby. It was not too far, the border could not be more than fifteen or twenty paces away. The raven's ebony feathers were ruffled as it gave a soft rasp that seemed somehow encouraging.
"This is my destiny then, friend?" The colleen smiled softly at her raven.
Heeding its wish, Lia took on her most poised and submissive stance. She howled to the sky, calling for those who would meet her peacefully. The raven gave its own croak, seemingly of joy, with her call before it fluttered away on the same wind that brought the belladonna to the bloody forest.
"Goodbye," Lia whispered, saddened to see the raven go.
The raven too, seemed to sense some higher purpose than whatever it had been doing before Lia came into its life. It stopped when dusk fell, like clockwork, perching in the trees above her to rest. When the sun rose, it gave a croak and was off again to lead her across lands unknown. Lia crossed rivers, navigated gullies and crevasses, travelled through forests and over mountains; all the while focused on following the raven.
The doyenne was led to distant lands, far from Quicksilver Hollow. She halted as the raven did, watching as it settled on a branch high above her head long before the sun had reached its zenith. Head tipped back to watch it, her silver-dotted brows drew in briefly in confusion.
Lustrous eyes cleared, quest forgotten briefly to take in her surroundings. The forest was bleeding. Lia's eyes landed on the thick forest ahead of her, the brief jolt of alarm in her chest fading as she realized the trees were not coated in blood. It was sap, sap as red as the vibrant sunsets she had fallen asleep to beneath the raven.
"Why have you led me here?" Lia turned again to the raven for guidance. It stared down at her, benevolent silence its only answer. Lia returned to staring at the depths of the forest, ears flat in contemplation.
It was the wind that answered her. It ruffled her fur with gentle fingers, bringing with it the scent of pack nearby. It was not too far, the border could not be more than fifteen or twenty paces away. The raven's ebony feathers were ruffled as it gave a soft rasp that seemed somehow encouraging.
"This is my destiny then, friend?" The colleen smiled softly at her raven.
Heeding its wish, Lia took on her most poised and submissive stance. She howled to the sky, calling for those who would meet her peacefully. The raven gave its own croak, seemingly of joy, with her call before it fluttered away on the same wind that brought the belladonna to the bloody forest.
"Goodbye," Lia whispered, saddened to see the raven go.
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Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful - by Lia - February 13, 2017, 09:25 PM
RE: Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful - by Arturo - February 14, 2017, 03:48 PM
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RE: Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful - by Arturo - February 16, 2017, 01:53 PM
RE: Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful - by Lia - February 16, 2017, 05:42 PM
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RE: Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful - by Lia - February 17, 2017, 06:04 PM
RE: Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful - by Arturo - February 18, 2017, 04:58 AM