April 16, 2021, 06:50 PM
The first few days were rough: days when she had not found the slightest hint of wolves nearby; when her howls died in the quietude of the evening without an answer. But time rushed: days became weeks, and the wolf moved on. Her ties to Blackfeather faded over time, but thinking about the pack would make her heart sink, even today: she was aware that she had failed them. And now she is paying the price.
Bramblepoint became a curious place: although it was a maze of vegetation designed to disorient those who pass through it, it was also a place of abundance: with lots to scavenge, lush covering to hide from danger (or to ambush unwary prey), and freshwater running from every crack in the stone. The birds were rare to spot, but their songs were omnipresent: she could hear their symphonies every day, and she even learned to recognize some of them.
As she explores the forest, she knew she would eventually find her way out of there: she only didn't know when. Maybe she was still looking for a way out... Or burying the shame, waiting for a time where she feels worthy of a pack once more...
Who knows?
The delicate and frail bloom
It was an omen of its own doom
Petals fall, its thorns harden,
There is one less flower in the garden
The rose withered and died
But I doubt the crows had cried
Bramblepoint became a curious place: although it was a maze of vegetation designed to disorient those who pass through it, it was also a place of abundance: with lots to scavenge, lush covering to hide from danger (or to ambush unwary prey), and freshwater running from every crack in the stone. The birds were rare to spot, but their songs were omnipresent: she could hear their symphonies every day, and she even learned to recognize some of them.
As she explores the forest, she knew she would eventually find her way out of there: she only didn't know when. Maybe she was still looking for a way out... Or burying the shame, waiting for a time where she feels worthy of a pack once more...
Who knows?
This is the place where I ramble
The ochre shades of the bramble
For my mistake, I must atone
And walk these trails alone
I’m a lone wolf once again
With no pack, no home, no goods
Only the melody of a lonely wren
As I seek a way out of these woods
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Lost in the bramble - by Akari - April 14, 2021, 01:54 PM
RE: Lost in the bramble - by Akari - April 16, 2021, 06:50 PM