Fotiadis110
03-25-09, 12:21 AM
The leaves rustle.
A deer springs forth at a mad gallop fleeing from... Something
In it's panic it runs straight over a small bush, tripping itself, rolling over trying to get back onto it's feet Silas hears it's heart pumping it's lungs gasping, desperate for just a little more air than they can acquire.
The shadow passes, the deer nearly on it's feet, desperate to run from the....
The shadow having no shape, no apparent speed, no appearance of life at all moves without moving as though it was already there.
Already where? It catches the deer, and Silas awakens to the memory of flesh simply vanishing, the bones being all that remains. And the feeling that the shadow grows stronger without muscles.
The dream... again...
Three nights in a row now he had dreamed of this, making five nights total since it happened first a month ago.
Silas wondered, what was the meaning of this recurring dream? was nature calling for him again, was the world calling to him, was it a dream of the past, present, or future, was it imagined or reality, was this a warning or a threat?
Too many questions, a he had no answers. He silently wondered if this was the gods doing again
All he knew was the dream was vivid.
Silas peered out of his burrow to check the time, it was mid-afternoon. He ought to remain till dusk, but with the unsettling dream, how could he relax or rest?
Sniffing the air and reading for nervous impulses, Silas detected no likely risks beyond his lair, and walking into the sun outside his burrow, paused to preen his hair-like feathers free of the dirt and dust of his sleep, before stretching his flexible back, his feet, claws and neck, ready for the day.
Twiddling his wing-tips for a moment he looked out across the valley below the clearing, the cries of parrots, monkeys and other creatures occasionally penetrating the depths of the jungle, the undertone of the roar of the waterfall up the valley, barely audible, unnoticeable unless you knew it by heart.
Silas had lived in these parts many many years, he could hear it all.
Slipping away from his burrow down the hill, he quietly weaved between the leaves and vines as he passed, keeping well away from those mushrooms that make him see purple wombats chasing him, he moved into an area of forest he knew well.
A tree had fallen here a few months ago, and under the log were beetles worms and other critters. Silas showed little discomfort as he squeezed around the log, poking his beak into this hole and that, dragging out a tasty morsel with every poke, taking very little time to get the first meal of the belly in his stomach for digestion.
Silas stopped when he had eaten what he knew would be enough, and slipped once again away from the locality, darting back into the bushes and vines, slipping through what appeared impenetrable undergrowth, progressively making his way down the hill to the stream.
Silas liked this stream among all of them in this jungle, for the simple reason it did not posses any predatory fish, mostly thanks to his own efforts, so it was the safest stream in many many miles, and Silas, although not a water going bird, liked to bathe in it's waters, using his beak as a snorkel, and wash out all the lice without effort on his part, and best of all, the little nibbly fish in the water now came out to get into those hard to reach spots and remove those parasites even Silas couldn't get at when he groomed.
Entering the pool nearest his burrow, Silas could not give up the cool sensation of the water sliding up his body, the swishing water as the fish swam closer around him, seeking out the small parasites that hid between hsi feathers and the others that were washed out as silas entered the water, floating on the surface.
Silas knew he had a nice life here, why else would he have stayed here? It wasn't for the company.
Silas mentally giggled at the thought, before suddenly his sensitive nose smelled something out of place upwind, something so different that here in the jungle it stood out like nothing else.
Could it be? One of them in this area?
Perhaps this one got lost.
Silas waited another minute, the fish were almost done cleaning under his coat, and in the heat of the day, he'd dry without a chill, this much he knew.
Taking his time leaving his pool, Silas climbed the bank on the far side, up the moss on the edge of the stream, sniffing again, Silas confirmed his initial suspicions of the scent upwind. Here, of all places. Either I must drive them away or lead them to safety, for they cannot be allowed to linger!
His eyes gathering a show of anger, Silas darted between the trees, vines, ferns and bushes before him, rushing further forward until he realised the scent came from immediately ahead...
And barely beyond that were the spiders. Pausing to consider his options, Silas reached out with his mind, and feeling the brain of the sentient before him, he decided.
He would endeavour to protect life, even if it risked his own.
Protected before.
Protected now.
Protected into the future.
Silas considered speaking directly into it's mind but realised it would create panic... instead using more focus he found the nerve fibers of it's ears, adjusting his talents to make himself sound as though he were speaking from his current position, rather than toying with their body.
You might want to stop right where you are, before you lies danger, and the path to safety over this way.
Although the voice conveyed confidence, comfort and a hint of protection, there was a fault. Silas 'sounded' tinny and he knew it, more time in practice was needed, his abilities had slipped.
Silently cussing about the time spent without thinking to practice this needed skill, Silas decided to wait here out of view and see the entities response, hoping they didn't decide to take flight up the path away, into the webs of the colonial spiders.
A deer springs forth at a mad gallop fleeing from... Something
In it's panic it runs straight over a small bush, tripping itself, rolling over trying to get back onto it's feet Silas hears it's heart pumping it's lungs gasping, desperate for just a little more air than they can acquire.
The shadow passes, the deer nearly on it's feet, desperate to run from the....
The shadow having no shape, no apparent speed, no appearance of life at all moves without moving as though it was already there.
Already where? It catches the deer, and Silas awakens to the memory of flesh simply vanishing, the bones being all that remains. And the feeling that the shadow grows stronger without muscles.
The dream... again...
Three nights in a row now he had dreamed of this, making five nights total since it happened first a month ago.
Silas wondered, what was the meaning of this recurring dream? was nature calling for him again, was the world calling to him, was it a dream of the past, present, or future, was it imagined or reality, was this a warning or a threat?
Too many questions, a he had no answers. He silently wondered if this was the gods doing again
All he knew was the dream was vivid.
Silas peered out of his burrow to check the time, it was mid-afternoon. He ought to remain till dusk, but with the unsettling dream, how could he relax or rest?
Sniffing the air and reading for nervous impulses, Silas detected no likely risks beyond his lair, and walking into the sun outside his burrow, paused to preen his hair-like feathers free of the dirt and dust of his sleep, before stretching his flexible back, his feet, claws and neck, ready for the day.
Twiddling his wing-tips for a moment he looked out across the valley below the clearing, the cries of parrots, monkeys and other creatures occasionally penetrating the depths of the jungle, the undertone of the roar of the waterfall up the valley, barely audible, unnoticeable unless you knew it by heart.
Silas had lived in these parts many many years, he could hear it all.
Slipping away from his burrow down the hill, he quietly weaved between the leaves and vines as he passed, keeping well away from those mushrooms that make him see purple wombats chasing him, he moved into an area of forest he knew well.
A tree had fallen here a few months ago, and under the log were beetles worms and other critters. Silas showed little discomfort as he squeezed around the log, poking his beak into this hole and that, dragging out a tasty morsel with every poke, taking very little time to get the first meal of the belly in his stomach for digestion.
Silas stopped when he had eaten what he knew would be enough, and slipped once again away from the locality, darting back into the bushes and vines, slipping through what appeared impenetrable undergrowth, progressively making his way down the hill to the stream.
Silas liked this stream among all of them in this jungle, for the simple reason it did not posses any predatory fish, mostly thanks to his own efforts, so it was the safest stream in many many miles, and Silas, although not a water going bird, liked to bathe in it's waters, using his beak as a snorkel, and wash out all the lice without effort on his part, and best of all, the little nibbly fish in the water now came out to get into those hard to reach spots and remove those parasites even Silas couldn't get at when he groomed.
Entering the pool nearest his burrow, Silas could not give up the cool sensation of the water sliding up his body, the swishing water as the fish swam closer around him, seeking out the small parasites that hid between hsi feathers and the others that were washed out as silas entered the water, floating on the surface.
Silas knew he had a nice life here, why else would he have stayed here? It wasn't for the company.
Silas mentally giggled at the thought, before suddenly his sensitive nose smelled something out of place upwind, something so different that here in the jungle it stood out like nothing else.
Could it be? One of them in this area?
Perhaps this one got lost.
Silas waited another minute, the fish were almost done cleaning under his coat, and in the heat of the day, he'd dry without a chill, this much he knew.
Taking his time leaving his pool, Silas climbed the bank on the far side, up the moss on the edge of the stream, sniffing again, Silas confirmed his initial suspicions of the scent upwind. Here, of all places. Either I must drive them away or lead them to safety, for they cannot be allowed to linger!
His eyes gathering a show of anger, Silas darted between the trees, vines, ferns and bushes before him, rushing further forward until he realised the scent came from immediately ahead...
And barely beyond that were the spiders. Pausing to consider his options, Silas reached out with his mind, and feeling the brain of the sentient before him, he decided.
He would endeavour to protect life, even if it risked his own.
Protected before.
Protected now.
Protected into the future.
Silas considered speaking directly into it's mind but realised it would create panic... instead using more focus he found the nerve fibers of it's ears, adjusting his talents to make himself sound as though he were speaking from his current position, rather than toying with their body.
You might want to stop right where you are, before you lies danger, and the path to safety over this way.
Although the voice conveyed confidence, comfort and a hint of protection, there was a fault. Silas 'sounded' tinny and he knew it, more time in practice was needed, his abilities had slipped.
Silently cussing about the time spent without thinking to practice this needed skill, Silas decided to wait here out of view and see the entities response, hoping they didn't decide to take flight up the path away, into the webs of the colonial spiders.