Post by Hyenism on Jun 29, 2013 14:01:30 GMT -5
She walked slowly, the sand beneath her feet turning to ice as the sun disappeared into the night, setting over the burning woods as a gentle orange glow flickered in the distance. She smiled to herself, a gentle smile full of knowing. Show continued on her path, the wind catching at her feathers and her fur absorbing the sand it carried. She inhaled it's scent deeply, the scent of the desert. It burnt her nose and stung right down the back of her throat, it was one of the most comforting scents in the world.
She'd watched over these lands for many years, far too many. She'd watched the lands surrounding it change and shift but the sands of Sol-Arinate were always the same, burning red and as unmovable as a mountain. The ancient cliffs here had seen stories, the skies watched lives pass by. It was all so fast for Aya, she'd seen so many paws, so many lives. She watched them take hold in their mothers belly, watched them blink their eyes for the first time, take their first steps, their first hunts. She's seen so many firsts... And so many lasts. She watched those she loved age until they were taken by the very sands they called home. It was life, she respected that, but the hurt was always there. Every time.
As she wandered, her ears flat to black the sand but her eyes wide despite it's sting, she kept her eyes to the horizon. Heart heart carried the memories of all the desert had seen, it had been her duty to remember so each year she could walk this path alone. She'd walk for days to reach here, and when she arrived she would stare down at the stone that divided her lands from those beyond, and then she would sing.
She sat on her haunches, her wings slowly spreading as it caught the wind. The skies were dark, the smell of rain in the air, the ash of the lands beyond. Here she sang about all those who had come to rest here bellow her very feet. She sang of their lives, their memories, the things no one but her remembered and when she was finally done she fell silent. A moment of respects. And then it was over.
She stood slowly, bowing her head low to the ground as a final goodbye before snapping her wings down as her body took off, rippling waves of sand fleeing her position of origin. She smiled to herself, each beat of her wings bringing her higher as she surveyed the lands ahead. The Burning Woods were alive with the fires of tradition, she rather fancied a visit. With her eye set on her target she dove forward and soared from her desert home.
((Ayanco has left Sol-Arinate)
