July 26, 2013, 10:05 PM
a little rusty it's been a good while since I've made a post.
As the wind blew ever so steadily across his pale back the boy's thoughts began to drift. He was a child by all accounts too young to truly be on his own, but he had followed his family here. His mother had guided him along side of his half sisters and his father had encouraged him on the journey. He was half the age that the usually Skylark Meadow boys set out to carve a name for themselves, but the shadows of his brothers grew heavy around him. Oak Maniitok knew, without a question of a doubt, that he would grow to be a muscular fierce looking male with a tank for a mother and a heavy weight fight for a father he knew he'd gain considerable bulk. For the time being his bark colored fur was shaggy and long on his awkward frame. The time would come for him to grow, but it was the anticipation that was driving him mad.
Oak Maniitok simply wanted more from life than to just live in the dark. His body littered with the light silvers of his mother he found himself forgetting the brightness of the work. How could he see the Sun through the canopy of the trees of his ancestors? It was impossible, he had to find a way out of the forest, he had to claw his way to a new path he had to stand out from beneath the suffocating layers of greatness. The blood in his veins had served great alphas, warriors, gurus, and genius and yet here he was fumbling like the boy he was failing to harness any of the power that trickled through him. The power throbbed just behind his bright blue eyes a constant reminder of what he could be.
Could be.
What a cruel phrase.
Could have been.
He shuddered as he approached the shore of the swiftly moving creek. He knew well from his time in Echo Cove of the dangers of creeks. The murky water before him whispered of his deadly power. Would he follow suit? Would he be the swift current patiently waiting to drag it's victims to their death? Was the greatness of Sos and of the water meant for him? He curled his nose at the thought. The water was woman's work the gentle look of the water was Atka and the undertow Sos. The Earth over whelmed by the great in-between path, the path of Sage. He would not be swayed from his path of Earth he would not be swayed by such unity and such indecisiveness. He approached the water with caution lapping up what he dared take from the creek who gave false impressions.
As the wind blew ever so steadily across his pale back the boy's thoughts began to drift. He was a child by all accounts too young to truly be on his own, but he had followed his family here. His mother had guided him along side of his half sisters and his father had encouraged him on the journey. He was half the age that the usually Skylark Meadow boys set out to carve a name for themselves, but the shadows of his brothers grew heavy around him. Oak Maniitok knew, without a question of a doubt, that he would grow to be a muscular fierce looking male with a tank for a mother and a heavy weight fight for a father he knew he'd gain considerable bulk. For the time being his bark colored fur was shaggy and long on his awkward frame. The time would come for him to grow, but it was the anticipation that was driving him mad.
Oak Maniitok simply wanted more from life than to just live in the dark. His body littered with the light silvers of his mother he found himself forgetting the brightness of the work. How could he see the Sun through the canopy of the trees of his ancestors? It was impossible, he had to find a way out of the forest, he had to claw his way to a new path he had to stand out from beneath the suffocating layers of greatness. The blood in his veins had served great alphas, warriors, gurus, and genius and yet here he was fumbling like the boy he was failing to harness any of the power that trickled through him. The power throbbed just behind his bright blue eyes a constant reminder of what he could be.
Could be.
What a cruel phrase.
Could have been.
He shuddered as he approached the shore of the swiftly moving creek. He knew well from his time in Echo Cove of the dangers of creeks. The murky water before him whispered of his deadly power. Would he follow suit? Would he be the swift current patiently waiting to drag it's victims to their death? Was the greatness of Sos and of the water meant for him? He curled his nose at the thought. The water was woman's work the gentle look of the water was Atka and the undertow Sos. The Earth over whelmed by the great in-between path, the path of Sage. He would not be swayed from his path of Earth he would not be swayed by such unity and such indecisiveness. He approached the water with caution lapping up what he dared take from the creek who gave false impressions.
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who am I to disagree - by Oak Maniitok - July 26, 2013, 10:05 PM
RE: who am I to disagree - by Atropos - August 01, 2013, 01:30 AM
RE: who am I to disagree - by Oak Maniitok - August 03, 2013, 09:58 PM