Post by ! w o l f o x. on May 22, 2010 21:57:21 GMT -5
"In a language of our own"[/font][/color]
[/size][/b][/font]Imha&Egypt
”Can you feel the rhythm in my heart
The beat’s going: Dum Tek Tek”
The beat’s going: Dum Tek Tek”
”Always louder, like there’s no limit
Feels like there’s no way back”
[/font]Feels like there’s no way back”
[/size][/blockquote]xxxxx
"Keep yer eyes shu'," was all that interrupted the silence of the fast coming night. The sun had just set, its final rays painting the sky in hues of red, orange, and purple. The clouds were stripped of their silver lining that was replaced with a gleaming gold color. The crickets had begun to come out and sing their songs- a serenade to the moon. They beckoned the glowing celestial body to come out and greet the sunless sky. They called for the stars to come and tell the moon lullabies so that it might enjoy the cold night and stay awhile to grace the earth's body with its luminescence. The faint light that it gave cast shadows onto the ground that danced and frolicked at the passing of the sun, celebrating the darkness that enveloped the night. The light reflected off the lake, dancing with the shadows in a spectacular feat that many would think a contradiction- shadows and light dancing together. But the crickets gave them a song to play to as they sung to the moon and called out for mates. And the only thing different from nights before was a purple flower in the middle of a plethora of clover. The clover welcomed their new neighbor, and yet were angry at the fact that it seemed to dance and celebrate with the light, the shadows, and the crickets while the clover attempted to sleep so that it may worship the sun when it rose. But this single flower gave its praise to the moon, opening up in the cooling night air. The petals seemed to glow and fireflies soon came out to dance around it, wondering what this fantastic new thing could be. Where had it come from? They had not seen a butterfly or bee pollinate the clover for months, for it had been winter. And they had not been anywhere that had that kind of flower before, so no winds had carried it from faraway lands. The only factor left could be that wolf. That wolf with the kind heart as he sat, night after night, looking out at the lake and watching the shadows and the light and giving a howl in praise to the moon. Could he have brought the midnight flower to the wild? The waterfall, a dull constant noise, gave a particularly loud crash, as if to agree with the fireflies, the crickets, the moon, the shadows, the stars, and the light. The wolf had given them the midnight flower. In fact, it was the same wolf who was guiding another to their celebration right now. Side by side, pelts meshing, and the lighter colored, smaller wolf, had his eyes shut as the wolf whom brought the midnight flower came ever closer. Other wolves called this wolf by a name of Imha, something the light, the shadows, the waterfall, the crickets, the fireflies, the stars, and the moon would not understand- the language of the wolves. The wolf he led was his mate, of whom the wolven language called Egypt. And the moon could see that the wolf whom brought the midnight flower loved the other and she shined just a bit brighter.
"Otto, what's going on?" Egypt whispered, afraid of breaking the silence that was the night air. He pressed ever closer to his mate, wondering what was going on and why they had left while everyone had been socializing in the camp. If they had wanted to be alone, they could have gone to their den, but Imha had come up beside him and told him to close his eyes, stay beside him, follow him, and to not open his eyes until he was told. "Just stay here," Imha muttered as he left Egypt standing in the correct spot and pranced out into the open. Surely his mate would love the sight. "Alright, open." Egypt let his golden eyes slide open and let out a gasp.
From here he could see the waterfall, the light, the shadows, the crickets, the fireflies, the clover, the stars, the moon, and the midnight flower, all shining brightly. But the main thing in his vision was the wolf whom brought the midnight flower. Imha, standing proudly, dipped his head down and picked the midnight flower gently between his teeth. The midnight flower held back its cries of pain, it was serving its purpose and it knew that the wolf whom had brought it to the waterfall, the light, the shadows, the crickets, the fireflies, the clover, the stars, and the moon would make another someday so that the midnight flower would not be forgotten. Imha brought the flower over to his mate, laying it by Egypt's paws and lifted his head up to bury his muzzle in the light brown mane. "For m' love."
And the midnight flower cried out its serenade back to the crickets, the moon, the light, the shadows, the waterfall, the stars, the clover, and the fireflies so that they may tell the sun what it could not witness. For these wolves- the wolf whom brought and killed the midnight flower and the wolf of the sand would only love under the night as they too, listened to the serenade.