First Day of Winter
515 AV
I am a Kelvic, living in a very different world from anyone else. I have grown up a slave and seen what is even in the hardiest soldiers nightmares. Our lives tell us apart from one another, from the Sea of Grass to Syliras. We come from all walks of life, we come together for what? For family, for survival, for things lost to us from before the storm. We test this life's waters so our next generations may live this life we have come to know and harshly love in peace and prosperity,not death and war. We still see crime day to day,but that is ultimate nature,isn't it? The knights and guards assure us that it is okay,but do we really have precedent to believe them? Is safety even real or is it just a lie instilled in us, so we dont have the flame to create chaos and anarchy? That is the question of our existence here, at least one I have come to know in the short time, I have been alive.
Dreams are for our sanity to keep its peace,and they are there to remind us what is to come, and what fortune is bestowed into us at birth and during death. It is a life worth living though. It is a tough life growing up in the wild,and an even tougher one growing up alone, but I am not alone anymore,ever since that day under the moonlight in that cave..that cave Caden found me wounded in..I have had Caden and he has had me ever since that day. We keep each other company through all of our sorrows, present or coming. The relationship is becoming more than I had ever thought it was in me to feel. I had only felt hate for those damn kidnappers,who destroyed my home and tore my family...my mother...my father..away from me. I hate them..I hate them so much.. I hope Rhysol claims their damned souls or as the Gods and Goddesses as my witnesses, I will strike them down myself
I love Caden..and I'd no sooner give him the world,even if it is a brutal and unforgiving one that we write our destinies in, ours will be akin to our young and valiant hearts, as both of us have seen hell and both have seen heartbreak. Sometimes I think we are the anti-hero of our own story. If that is true,then so be it,as it is dictated in the stars and naught can change that. I would not..when I am with him I tend not to have a care in the world. I dream of prancing in a sun-cloaked,tall and grassy meadow with him watching my every move, as if he were grasping it within the reticules of his mind.
We went hunting like usual today, Caden says my nose is a great asset in finding food for us. I'm not going to lie and say if that didn't make me blush,even just a little. We saw the stag that Caden had told me he'd been chasing for a long while. Ten point and beautiful. I refused to help him chase down the stag,as I felt he should be the one to end his prey's time as he,the predator had been chasing it. Even though I could have easily caught up with the thing, it is his right of passage to the creature. I would not feel right if I were the one to kill it for him. I have been supportive every bit of the way,as I watched him struggle for a time,eventually when it was clear that today wasn't the day, I nudged him with my snout that it was time to go and let the stag enjoy another day.
The day has been hard and easy on us both, if that is even possible to say. I do not know. We traveled back to our home,one that we had lived in so long but was still new to me..I'd be lying if I said, I did not feel the lust pulsate through my body as if it were telling me, I should be in the wild right beside that stag, but the feeling is there and all but acknowledged by myself. Caden started a fire as I cooked some of the game we did manage to bag,occasionally walking away from the cooking stove that had spout large and bright flames at me a few times to continue my meditation.
After we ate some of the rabbit soup that we made, and that he commented on profusely,telling me my cooking was just like his mother's used to be and that he loved it and loved me, we sat in front of the furnace on a soft carpet rug, cuddled up in each others arms, enjoying our company in one another's warmth and we were both fast asleep.
Saskya
(The Wolf Girl)
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by Saskya on December 1st, 2015, 2:16 am 