Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 11, 2007 19:38:55 GMT -5
Rhain dragged her bloody, blackened form through the depths of the Mirror Lake. She was slowly making her way towards the surface of the water, but it wasn't air she longed for. Rhain was dead, so air mattered not to her.
A black, bleeding rose was held between her teeth, ever so carefully. Her eyes were permanently fixed forward, looking at something far, far away.
She scraped the edges of the mystic stone, grabbing for a hold on its surface. She found one after a few moments of scratching, and heaved herself out of the black waters.
She spat the excess water into the lake, noting carelessly that she'd left the lake a reddish color. She shook herself, sending droplets of dark crimson blood, tears, and water flying in every direction. She stepped forward slowly, placing the black and red rose in the ceter of the stone, where the four colors met.
she laid across the rose, letting it's thors pierce through her already tattered physique. The wind picked up, stirring the leaves and sending them flying towards the stone. Rhain allowed them to settle over her, again noting that she'd stained them red. Her bpdy temperature plummeted to many degrees below zero, but she shivered only once. Nothing would, or could, phase her. Her bloody blanket of leaves clung to her pelt, not warming her, but encasing her in the frigid prison she'd made for herself. She gazed up into the eyes of heaven, the sparkling stars reflecting the sorrow of her soul. She's always breathed in death...it had kept her warm, kept her heart beating, kept her prescence alive on Earth, even if only a little. Now, as she laid there, bloody and broken, she breathed no more, moved no more, was warm, no more....
And this is truly how a wolf dies.
This is how anything dies. When they lose all will to surivie, to belong, to be, to even exsist. Everyone has a boiling point, a point of no return, a place where their spirit, their being cannot handle any more. It is a rarity to ever reach this point, to ever get so high then fall into an utterly bottomless pit. Rock bottom is supposed to be the worst it can get....then things get better. But what happens when the rocks break, and let loose?
All. Hell. Breaks. Loose.
But who could cause suh a tragedy, a terror, a crisis?
The question is not who, but what. Those who are in love say in conquers all, and those who fall out of it say it killed them. Wouldn't you know that they're both right? Only love can break through the rocks at the bottom and take "living hell" to a whole new level. Only love can send someone into a living coma as Rhain was. And yet, only love can save the broken, can lift them back to the surface, can melt their heart of stone.
And as the dying, wolven spirit let their body take its final rest on the mystic stone, the stone reacted. It was the rock that represented the cradle of all wolven civilization, the only real connection the spirit worlds above. But as stated previously, love can break the rocks at the bottom. And exactly that was occurring. As Rhain slipped deeper and deeper into her dark grave, the rock split. She closed her eyes for the final time as the water rushed over her. The rocks crashed down to the bottom of the lake, no longer holding their former majesty and shimmer. Rhain fell slowly; it seemed as if time itself has stopped.The lake was still as ever when she finally reached the bottom.
On the surface, the blanket of leaves floated over Rhain's burial place. The rose, her lover, her heart and soul, layed delicately atop them.
Lucinda sniffed the air in desparation. She couldn't find Liviana anywhere. Her eyes widened in shock and horror as she gazed out at the lake. Where was the Mirror Stone? She howled for her mate, Diablo.
A black, bleeding rose was held between her teeth, ever so carefully. Her eyes were permanently fixed forward, looking at something far, far away.
She scraped the edges of the mystic stone, grabbing for a hold on its surface. She found one after a few moments of scratching, and heaved herself out of the black waters.
She spat the excess water into the lake, noting carelessly that she'd left the lake a reddish color. She shook herself, sending droplets of dark crimson blood, tears, and water flying in every direction. She stepped forward slowly, placing the black and red rose in the ceter of the stone, where the four colors met.
she laid across the rose, letting it's thors pierce through her already tattered physique. The wind picked up, stirring the leaves and sending them flying towards the stone. Rhain allowed them to settle over her, again noting that she'd stained them red. Her bpdy temperature plummeted to many degrees below zero, but she shivered only once. Nothing would, or could, phase her. Her bloody blanket of leaves clung to her pelt, not warming her, but encasing her in the frigid prison she'd made for herself. She gazed up into the eyes of heaven, the sparkling stars reflecting the sorrow of her soul. She's always breathed in death...it had kept her warm, kept her heart beating, kept her prescence alive on Earth, even if only a little. Now, as she laid there, bloody and broken, she breathed no more, moved no more, was warm, no more....
And this is truly how a wolf dies.
This is how anything dies. When they lose all will to surivie, to belong, to be, to even exsist. Everyone has a boiling point, a point of no return, a place where their spirit, their being cannot handle any more. It is a rarity to ever reach this point, to ever get so high then fall into an utterly bottomless pit. Rock bottom is supposed to be the worst it can get....then things get better. But what happens when the rocks break, and let loose?
All. Hell. Breaks. Loose.
But who could cause suh a tragedy, a terror, a crisis?
The question is not who, but what. Those who are in love say in conquers all, and those who fall out of it say it killed them. Wouldn't you know that they're both right? Only love can break through the rocks at the bottom and take "living hell" to a whole new level. Only love can send someone into a living coma as Rhain was. And yet, only love can save the broken, can lift them back to the surface, can melt their heart of stone.
And as the dying, wolven spirit let their body take its final rest on the mystic stone, the stone reacted. It was the rock that represented the cradle of all wolven civilization, the only real connection the spirit worlds above. But as stated previously, love can break the rocks at the bottom. And exactly that was occurring. As Rhain slipped deeper and deeper into her dark grave, the rock split. She closed her eyes for the final time as the water rushed over her. The rocks crashed down to the bottom of the lake, no longer holding their former majesty and shimmer. Rhain fell slowly; it seemed as if time itself has stopped.The lake was still as ever when she finally reached the bottom.
On the surface, the blanket of leaves floated over Rhain's burial place. The rose, her lover, her heart and soul, layed delicately atop them.
Lucinda sniffed the air in desparation. She couldn't find Liviana anywhere. Her eyes widened in shock and horror as she gazed out at the lake. Where was the Mirror Stone? She howled for her mate, Diablo.
"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
