Unaware

[oneluv]

Caspian walked blindly around. The smoke was stilll thick around this part of the woods. His once white fur was now tinted grey from the smog. His was starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air. Suddenly he tripped over unseen roots and hit his head on the rough bark of a tree.

[Sivoncé™]

Reverberating pawsteps echoes to the ears of the silent watcher.
Coming. He is coming!
The wolf, carved of an elegant frame and dappled with a thick, full pelt of a summer breeze, quivered slightly as she rose. Her eyes were silver-blue pools of agony, anxiety, heartache as she laid them to the world around her.
Coming as he is and leaving as he willl be....let us hope the world will be herself once more.
She did not rise to meet her warrior, nor did she shift through the air on winged paws as spectors sometimes do. She merely leaned against the inside of the Eternal Tree, murmuring a prayer softly to her loved ones in the heavens above, and another for the wolves left behind on the carcass of mother earth.
"Caspian, Caspian....."
The wolf had fallen before her, perhaps already unconcious by the pull of the tree itself. She closed her eyes as she bent over him, a single teardrop splattering to a fall over the Yozoran's eyes. The crystalline pool reflected a summer haze of joy and love, the melted golden of fall, the sharp bite of winter's darkness, the reawakening affections of springtime.....and then they turned to the black heart of the fifth season that was residing just outside of this den.
"Let there be a light,
But not in the form of feel or sight,
Let there be a refuge from the pain,
Let there be a new power for the packs to claim,
You will end as you are now,
Or never the same,
In a game beyond life or dying,
You must distinguish between the truth and when your senses are lying,
So take up my gift, young Scenter, let it free,
But be careful as tread,
For you are far from restoring your home,
You have a weakness with this gift,
A cripple to your bones,
And never think for a moment that you are alone."
"And so it will be....." Feather breathed over him...reciting the ancient words of closing a ritual.
As the summer goddess began to fade from the scene, she whispered the last words to what would perhaps be Caspian's waking words.
"And so it is."

[oneluv]

Caspian slowly opened his eyes. A strange tingly sensation came over him. Little did he know he had just been granted an amazing power. One that could be great or end his life just the same. The smoke was thinning. He shook a thick coating of settled ash off of his pelt like a wet pup shaking off access water from a bath. A gray cloud of stirred ash tickled his sences and caused him to sneeze. Shaking his head he walked back to the Yozorian camp keeping his head low. Just because some of the smoke cleared didn't mean he was completly safe.