Post by starburst on Jun 11, 2015 8:43:21 GMT
Fennec sat at the side of the waterfall, the spray blowing his whiskers back against his cheeks. Through the fine rainbow mist created by the rushing water, he glimpsed something, something near, yet far off, something he felt he could almost reach out and touch with a paw, but also something he believed he would have to run a thousand miles to get to. Images of his family shimmered in the hazy mirage. The lion sat stock-still, not moving a muscle as he watched. His gaze slowly turned inward until he was looking inside himself, oblivious to the scene of beauty in front of him. He began again to go through his own thoughts and desires, sorting through them carefully, methodically.
A memory surfaced. He was running, running in the Gorge. There was a stampede. He was trying to dodge the flailing hooves, choking in the thick clouds of dust. But he managed to fight his way to the sides, where he climbed up the sheer rock face by digging his claws in and finding holds. In the chaos he had lost his family. When he reached the top of the Gorge and the dust cleared, none of them were there. They were all gone.
For many days and nights he searched for them, ranging near and far. Though he found other lions, he never found them again. They were lost to hi forever. It was their faces that appeared before him now, taunting him in the spray from the waterfall.
Eventually, he tried to start his own pride, but failed miserably. They were not like his family, and could not replace them. Even to the Outlands he ventured, seeking his family. He never saw them.
He sensed the secret to finding them lay within him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find it. At last, he allowed himself to come back to the present, slowly opening his eyes to the scene before him, allowing the waterfall and the fish to reenter his vision. At last, he relaxed, spreading his front paws on the soft grass and breathing in the heady smell of the flowers. Gradually, he allowed the rushing waters' sound to lull him to sleep.
A memory surfaced. He was running, running in the Gorge. There was a stampede. He was trying to dodge the flailing hooves, choking in the thick clouds of dust. But he managed to fight his way to the sides, where he climbed up the sheer rock face by digging his claws in and finding holds. In the chaos he had lost his family. When he reached the top of the Gorge and the dust cleared, none of them were there. They were all gone.
For many days and nights he searched for them, ranging near and far. Though he found other lions, he never found them again. They were lost to hi forever. It was their faces that appeared before him now, taunting him in the spray from the waterfall.
Eventually, he tried to start his own pride, but failed miserably. They were not like his family, and could not replace them. Even to the Outlands he ventured, seeking his family. He never saw them.
He sensed the secret to finding them lay within him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find it. At last, he allowed himself to come back to the present, slowly opening his eyes to the scene before him, allowing the waterfall and the fish to reenter his vision. At last, he relaxed, spreading his front paws on the soft grass and breathing in the heady smell of the flowers. Gradually, he allowed the rushing waters' sound to lull him to sleep.
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