&&i must go on standing...

[*LUNA]

[atrb=width,450,true][bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs, Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls, Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood... ----- The Stone Circle. Rightfully named, was it. For, surrounding a rectangular altar was a circumference of stones, nine in total. Possibly there had been more at the time of their creation, but all that remained at the time was nine looming figures, creating immense shadows on the grass below it. The stones themselves were massive, much larger than the wolves that walked by them. But this place had a quality of eeriness to it, though not visible. It wasn't like the unearthly mist that never seemed to vanish from the Dense Valley. Nor was it like scarred remains of the Black Meadow. No, the mysterious feelings around here were purely from the dead silence. Nothing moved, nothing stirred. Hunting for meat, nutrient-filled meat that kept the predators alive, was useless here, even for those who had the patience to wait for anything; not a hint of prey was anywhere, and it seemed that the smaller animals hadn't been in these lands for months, maybe years. It just increased the silence of such place, seeing as no little mice rushed through the long green grass and now caws from birds overhead echoed over the plains. But the silence was not deadly, like the silence before a terrible occurrence. No, it was almost soothing, the hush that surrounded such a land. Like there was no fear of anything going wrong, and wolves were allowed to let their minds rest and their defenses down for once in their life. If only more places were like that... A white shape streaked through the grasses, it's gait quick. But this walk was calm and mute, with no sound. Like a ghost it travelled through, barely rustling the grass by it. Blue eyes scanned the clearing, walking towards the stones with interest. She knew nothing of what their purpose was, but there was some instinct inside of her, passed down from many generations of archangels, from her parents from their parents and so on and so forth. This instinct told her of the importance of this place, but she knew not why or how it was. Still, she knew to keep respectful of the nine standing stones, and in turn she would be rewarded. Besides, what enjoyment would she find from pushing down the ancient rock? There seemed to be no point to it. She neared one of the nine, very large and dark compared to her white pelt. A black nose came nearer towards it, taking a precarious sniff. She was surprised, taking a step backward. For it had no real scent at all, almost of nothing. But her trained nose, after years of perfection and use, had picked up something; scents similar to fresh air. A small buzzing sensation, at the tip of her nose, caused her to automatically swipe. It was a cold scent, but not like the ice. Almost like the stars above, in their cold white light. This confused the white figure slightly; these stones were not normal, not covered in the average earthy scent. She looked around at the looming large stones, seeming ready to fall on her. There was definately something special about this place, she could feel it in her soul. Après moi, le deluge, after me comes the flood...

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RISK

there’s nothing I could say to you.
Thud thud, thud thud. Her heart raced; she’d just been out for a run, something she loved to do in her spare time. Her breathing was slow and shallow she would need to get back to a slow and steady walk, to help her breathing slow so she could take sweet and settle normal breaths. She paused for a moment; shut her eyes and let her body stand still for a moment. Once every thing settled she opened her eyes and walked on again. Her feathers lay flat across her back and she heard the distinct pat pat as each paw hit the ground as she walked, not knowing where she was going.

A cool, cold wind abruptly slashed though the path she was following, the trees lifted in a large uproar. As it twined though the braches it also moved though each of her strands of fur, she paused. While pausing the wind slowly clamed her fur settled and so did the trees. Upon the scatter leaves there was no longer a drop of water on the leaves; there had been a slight rain shower the morning and the violent wind had gotten rid of any trace that there was one. She liked that, there was never a time that she liked rain or swimming, she could only deal with when she drank water because it was a necessity, you couldn’t not go three days without some source of water, you needed to drink. So she did, but only when it was needed, and that was it. So when it came time when water was low – the summer – and there was hot and dry weather, she loved it because she needed not to think of getting wet over the night or day, and she liked that a lot more than she did right now. Some of the dew drops had managed to reach her and she got a little wet.

Thud thud, thud thud. This wasn’t her heart beat – it was another’s. She lifted her feathers but then lay them back down, she never needed to get all worked up about this. So she walked on more to see who it was. She paused when she reached the female. She smiled, today she didn’t want to be hostile, and she was just fine how she was acting. She tilted her head, she was now in the stone circle, she liked this placed, she liked it, but it was creepy and strange.

She padded up to the female quite close but not to far away, but she had the room to get away quick if she needed to. Maybe she was a little over friendly today, she had a sweet and innocent smile upon her face and her eyes light and happy, what had happened to her, what ever it was, someone better appreciate it.

Hello, She smiled her ears twitched as she continued. my name is Risk, She said with a high cracked voice and blinked once and tilted her head once more. You are? Not hastily, but just in wonder and question.

[*LUNA]

[atrb=width,450,true][bg=141414][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] You don't have no doctor Robert, You don't have no uncle Albert, You don't even have good credit... ----- For the middle of the springtime, it was awfully chilly today. Wind tugged through the long grasses, moving them aside effortlessly. Still, however, they moved and were flattened without a sound, not even the faintest rustle. Maybe it was the eerie quality to this place that made it cold. Perhaps it was actually warmer out, and the chilly feeling was only on Luna's heart, thumping along at resting speed. But it was a tad bit frightening, as snowy white ears pricked for even the slightest movement in the landscape. She would not be frightened by anything popping up near her, and she firmly concentrated on that and that alone, other thoughts flowing freely from her mind, like the swift current of a river. Only with practice had she learned to keep up this level of security, influenced by patience. Years had patience had allowed her boredom to seep from her, and therefore was much more successful in her hunting. Patience was key for survival, and in this world survival was everything. UNFINISHED. You can write but you can't edit...

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