Post by Flax on Jul 3, 2008 16:05:32 GMT -5
MeleorLei
An actress's job is to know what she's willing to show
And then hide all the rest so no-one's the wiser
Save up all the best, like Midas the miser
Keep every moment under control
Always in charge, playing a role.
Smile and shrug your shoulders
Make believe it's fine
Come up with an answer
Or a witty line
Name’s Mele.
Of family.
I have none.
Which is probably a good thing.
I found my mother.
Dead.
Akela, her name was.
Story Teller of my old pack.
Drowned.
Along with Elikapeka.
Found the rest of my pack.
Slaughtered.
The three other pups?
I aint seen ‘em.
Lets just say this mucked up my mentality.
Only a little.
But it doesn’t show.
I wont let it,
Save it up.
Until it can be put to good use.
So I get a little depressive.
So what?
Wouldn’t you?
I am of a warm honey coloured brown.
And my eyes are honeysuckle gold.
There are no important markings.
No horrific scars.
Or identifying marks.
I am five foot one in length.
And thirty one inches to the shoulder.
I guess a human.
Would identify me.
As a great actress.
As I can disguise my feelings.
Totally.
Pent up all emotion.
Ready to use at need.
So.
How do you know whether I’m lying?
You don’t.
You’ll just have to trust me.
I bet you are wondering where I was.
At the time of this all?
I was seeing my father.
Of a different pack.
In fact.
He was a kerl.
A loner.
Name was Blaize.
And I take his colouring.
And my mother’s eyes.
So.
That is why my birth was so.
Mysterious.
If they found out.
I was still seeing him.
I would have been.
Banished.
Along with him.
For he was Peleke, too.
Before.
But I s’pose you want to hear my tale?
Of when I found my pack…
Slaughtered.
Massacred.
Dead.
Well.
I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.
Of family.
I have none.
Which is probably a good thing.
I found my mother.
Dead.
Akela, her name was.
Story Teller of my old pack.
Drowned.
Along with Elikapeka.
Found the rest of my pack.
Slaughtered.
The three other pups?
I aint seen ‘em.
Lets just say this mucked up my mentality.
Only a little.
But it doesn’t show.
I wont let it,
Save it up.
Until it can be put to good use.
So I get a little depressive.
So what?
Wouldn’t you?
I am of a warm honey coloured brown.
And my eyes are honeysuckle gold.
There are no important markings.
No horrific scars.
Or identifying marks.
I am five foot one in length.
And thirty one inches to the shoulder.
I guess a human.
Would identify me.
As a great actress.
As I can disguise my feelings.
Totally.
Pent up all emotion.
Ready to use at need.
So.
How do you know whether I’m lying?
You don’t.
You’ll just have to trust me.
I bet you are wondering where I was.
At the time of this all?
I was seeing my father.
Of a different pack.
In fact.
He was a kerl.
A loner.
Name was Blaize.
And I take his colouring.
And my mother’s eyes.
So.
That is why my birth was so.
Mysterious.
If they found out.
I was still seeing him.
I would have been.
Banished.
Along with him.
For he was Peleke, too.
Before.
But I s’pose you want to hear my tale?
Of when I found my pack…
Slaughtered.
Massacred.
Dead.
Well.
I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.
A honey coloured paw was placed next to a small splatter of drying blood. It lifted, and a matching muzzle bent down to sniff the spillage. The fae lifted her maw, slowly, nose still quivering. Her eyes shuddered with unsung tears, her ears cocked forwards.
She had heard the Lions earlier. But she couldn’t have foreseen the devastation that was laid out before her. Alani’s body was the first. Sprawled outwards. Completely ripped. She was a beautiful wolf; Pika was lucky to have her… but now… Next was the Beta himself – she supposed. The honey coloured female padded towards him, the beginnings of a tear trail already marking a path down her cheekbone. The Lions had made a complete mess of the male’s body, barely recognisable but for the significant reddish hue of the fur that could be seen which was unlike any of the others in her pack. She dragged her eyes away from the corpse.
She let out a yelp.
Her Alpha.
Ikaika.
‘No!’
She said out loud.
Ikaika was the strongest wolf she knew, and the bravest, and one of the kindest. He couldn’t be gone… They really didn’t stand a chance… She nudged his maw gently with her own…
It fell with a soft thump.
In the open wounds that weren’t nearly as bad as the Beta’s, small insects had already started the decaying process. Gnawing at the flesh. Decomposing the soft tissue.
Holding back a sob, the honey brown fae walked on.
Side by side.
Mother and Son.
Leilani and Akumu,
Like his father, and her mate, they seemed to have fought bravely. Their blood spilled on the bank. Mixed into one sticky, red mass.
She shook her head, looking away. Pain ate at her heart. Plus a sudden realisation that this could have been her.
Her head snapped back.
Pawprints.
Towards the water.
She could smell her mother. And Elikapeka. And the three yearlings.
She walked up to the edge, and looked towards the direction of the current. It was fast. But they could still be alive!
Taking one last look at her dead pack members, laying, waiting to decompose in the sun, and turned, bounding along the bank that followed the river. A light sparked in her mind. The growing hope, and surety that her mother was still alive…
They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
But… what if you see someone that you love dearly, dead?
Do you remember the good times?
Or the bad times?
Or the little random moments in between.
Something so cast aside,
Like the words ‘I love you’,
Suddenly become so much more…
Significant.
And you wish you had said it more.
And you wish you had used it more wisely.
And assured them you meant it.
But what about when it’s too late?
Mele nearly choked.
She came over the rise, with so much glee and hope filling up her troubled heart.
But seeing this… This outweighed everything…
First, Elikapeka… She hadn’t expected the old wolf to make it.
But…
No…
She can’t have…
Tears openly streamed down her face.
And she inhaled deeply.
She exhaled, giving an anguished cry.
Clumsily, bleary eyed from the tears, she made her way down the slope, towards the crescent shaped bank… and the bodies.
She shakily walked past Elikapeka, giving her a tear, for she loved the elder dearly.
But she had eyes only for her mother.
Beautiful… Like a cloud on a stormy day.
Her matching eyes glistened in the soft sunlight of dusk, like beads of amber.
Mele gritted her teeth as she neared her mother, trying to staunch the tears, and the sharp, squealing pains that were kicking around inside her.
Like lightning bolts.
‘No…’
She repeated.
'No…’
Then she howled it for all the world to hear.
Akela’s iron-grey fur was still damp, and blood had run into her golden orbs from a large cavity in her skull, most probably caused by a boulder. Causing her to seemingly be crying blood. As it formed the exact marks of a tear trail – identical to her daughters.
Mele licked her muzzle and nuzzled it gently.
‘You always told me you loved me…’
She whispered.
‘And I never got to say it back…’
Then. She broke down.
That night. She slept beside her mother.
She had taken note that all three of the missing pups had gone and had said their farewells. Except maybe Makani… For his scent was more faded than the others.
But that didn’t matter.
She was on her own now.
She couldn’t stay beside her dead mother all her life.
She needed to find a new life.
So with a heavy heart.
She walked away from the melancholy scene that was laid before her.
And would never again reveal that pain.
Unless she needed it.
Save it up.
And use it.
She had heard the Lions earlier. But she couldn’t have foreseen the devastation that was laid out before her. Alani’s body was the first. Sprawled outwards. Completely ripped. She was a beautiful wolf; Pika was lucky to have her… but now… Next was the Beta himself – she supposed. The honey coloured female padded towards him, the beginnings of a tear trail already marking a path down her cheekbone. The Lions had made a complete mess of the male’s body, barely recognisable but for the significant reddish hue of the fur that could be seen which was unlike any of the others in her pack. She dragged her eyes away from the corpse.
She let out a yelp.
Her Alpha.
Ikaika.
‘No!’
She said out loud.
Ikaika was the strongest wolf she knew, and the bravest, and one of the kindest. He couldn’t be gone… They really didn’t stand a chance… She nudged his maw gently with her own…
It fell with a soft thump.
In the open wounds that weren’t nearly as bad as the Beta’s, small insects had already started the decaying process. Gnawing at the flesh. Decomposing the soft tissue.
Holding back a sob, the honey brown fae walked on.
Side by side.
Mother and Son.
Leilani and Akumu,
Like his father, and her mate, they seemed to have fought bravely. Their blood spilled on the bank. Mixed into one sticky, red mass.
She shook her head, looking away. Pain ate at her heart. Plus a sudden realisation that this could have been her.
Her head snapped back.
Pawprints.
Towards the water.
She could smell her mother. And Elikapeka. And the three yearlings.
She walked up to the edge, and looked towards the direction of the current. It was fast. But they could still be alive!
Taking one last look at her dead pack members, laying, waiting to decompose in the sun, and turned, bounding along the bank that followed the river. A light sparked in her mind. The growing hope, and surety that her mother was still alive…
They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
But… what if you see someone that you love dearly, dead?
Do you remember the good times?
Or the bad times?
Or the little random moments in between.
Something so cast aside,
Like the words ‘I love you’,
Suddenly become so much more…
Significant.
And you wish you had said it more.
And you wish you had used it more wisely.
And assured them you meant it.
But what about when it’s too late?
Mele nearly choked.
She came over the rise, with so much glee and hope filling up her troubled heart.
But seeing this… This outweighed everything…
First, Elikapeka… She hadn’t expected the old wolf to make it.
But…
No…
She can’t have…
Tears openly streamed down her face.
And she inhaled deeply.
She exhaled, giving an anguished cry.
Clumsily, bleary eyed from the tears, she made her way down the slope, towards the crescent shaped bank… and the bodies.
She shakily walked past Elikapeka, giving her a tear, for she loved the elder dearly.
But she had eyes only for her mother.
Beautiful… Like a cloud on a stormy day.
Her matching eyes glistened in the soft sunlight of dusk, like beads of amber.
Mele gritted her teeth as she neared her mother, trying to staunch the tears, and the sharp, squealing pains that were kicking around inside her.
Like lightning bolts.
‘No…’
She repeated.
'No…’
Then she howled it for all the world to hear.
Akela’s iron-grey fur was still damp, and blood had run into her golden orbs from a large cavity in her skull, most probably caused by a boulder. Causing her to seemingly be crying blood. As it formed the exact marks of a tear trail – identical to her daughters.
Mele licked her muzzle and nuzzled it gently.
‘You always told me you loved me…’
She whispered.
‘And I never got to say it back…’
Then. She broke down.
That night. She slept beside her mother.
She had taken note that all three of the missing pups had gone and had said their farewells. Except maybe Makani… For his scent was more faded than the others.
But that didn’t matter.
She was on her own now.
She couldn’t stay beside her dead mother all her life.
She needed to find a new life.
So with a heavy heart.
She walked away from the melancholy scene that was laid before her.
And would never again reveal that pain.
Unless she needed it.
Save it up.
And use it.
So.
That’s me.
So now I walk alone.
For now.
I didn’t choose this path.
But I’ll make it work.
Maybe I’ll find a new pack.
Someday.
Until now.
When my love, Enigma has fallen to the Queen of Eira,
And I gave birth to children - both his and mine,
I am Gatekeeper of Edryd.
That’s me.
So now I walk alone.
For now.
I didn’t choose this path.
But I’ll make it work.
Maybe I’ll find a new pack.
Someday.
Until now.
When my love, Enigma has fallen to the Queen of Eira,
And I gave birth to children - both his and mine,
I am Gatekeeper of Edryd.
Halia - Magdelene - Merridew - Moth - Rex - Albtraum - Koieal
She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry
(Give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
