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...and questions still unanswered...
Luthien sits and looks at the feather left on her bedside table, still not sure if what she dreamt was really a dream at all. The feather she holds in her hand sure says otherwise.
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The sun swept terrace of the manner was silent save for the soft whispering breeze of the morning's light. Luthien stood, arms resting against the stone railing, searching for answers to questions she could not make wholly real or otherwise.
Something had woken her, before the first beams of dawn light reached her. Something had tugged on her mind, compelling her to wake. And yet, when she had woken there was nothing there. No minder nor tangible aspect of thought to cling to. It was simply as though a dream had urged her to wake and then vanished like so much fog in the sun light.
She had been ready to dismiss the thought, when a soft white effulgence lit the far side of the room, the dim light growing steadily for a moment before fading. A faint pulse, in rhythm and time; not unlike a slow heart beat. The feather, left behind, continued to pulse and glow, beating in the earliest hours of the morning, glowing now of its own accord, no longer in the sunlight.
Had it been a dream? Or something else entirely... Dreams were no less real, but they were confined to the dreamtime alone. This was entirely different. Some sort of dream made real, perhaps. A thousand thousand questions begged for attention all at once, each more desperate and more curious than the last.
Luthien sighed, looking from the vast expanse before her to the solitary feather she held, its pulsing light barely visible as the dawn had crept back into the sky. Despite the day's light washing away the feather's own, she could feel something more from it; a slow and steady pulse. It made no sound, save for the thought of a gentle thump. Imagined, or real, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she felt it. And that it had drawn her from sleeping.
The true question was, beyond all others, why...
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It was too awesome not to add it. :)
Also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Tg4vRRF08g
We have a soundtrack for this one! :D
Luthien sits and looks at the feather left on her bedside table, still not sure if what she dreamt was really a dream at all. The feather she holds in her hand sure says otherwise.
Sketch commissioned by
The sun swept terrace of the manner was silent save for the soft whispering breeze of the morning's light. Luthien stood, arms resting against the stone railing, searching for answers to questions she could not make wholly real or otherwise.
Something had woken her, before the first beams of dawn light reached her. Something had tugged on her mind, compelling her to wake. And yet, when she had woken there was nothing there. No minder nor tangible aspect of thought to cling to. It was simply as though a dream had urged her to wake and then vanished like so much fog in the sun light.
She had been ready to dismiss the thought, when a soft white effulgence lit the far side of the room, the dim light growing steadily for a moment before fading. A faint pulse, in rhythm and time; not unlike a slow heart beat. The feather, left behind, continued to pulse and glow, beating in the earliest hours of the morning, glowing now of its own accord, no longer in the sunlight.
Had it been a dream? Or something else entirely... Dreams were no less real, but they were confined to the dreamtime alone. This was entirely different. Some sort of dream made real, perhaps. A thousand thousand questions begged for attention all at once, each more desperate and more curious than the last.
Luthien sighed, looking from the vast expanse before her to the solitary feather she held, its pulsing light barely visible as the dawn had crept back into the sky. Despite the day's light washing away the feather's own, she could feel something more from it; a slow and steady pulse. It made no sound, save for the thought of a gentle thump. Imagined, or real, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she felt it. And that it had drawn her from sleeping.
The true question was, beyond all others, why...
Story by
It was too awesome not to add it. :)
Also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Tg4vRRF08g
We have a soundtrack for this one! :D
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
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Oddly enough this image reminds me of the time I cut through a cemetery during a long walk I had to take (I was respectful, no worries) and I noticed large feathers on the ground and realized they were feathers from...vultures <_<. I looked around, wondering if it was some kid of twisted joke but no...They often hovered around there just gliding on the crosswinds. The cemetery just happened to be there...still very eerie in a sort of funny way though.
Turkey vultures are everywhere here, it wouldn't surprise me at all if I found one of their feathers on the ground. And cemetaries can be really neat too, a friend of mine and I went to one for Samhain one time, just walked around and looked at the graves, very respecful of course. It was more silent and calm there than anywhere else I'd ever been, like you could just get lost in it. But you know what they say - safest place to be is a graveyard, cuz everyone's dead. ;)
Indeed! Actually, I had to walk home and cut through there a lot because I was going to school at a small community campus at the time and it wasn't very far from where I lived so it ended up being easier on most everyone (not to mention decent exercise) for me to just walk when I could. There was only one time, really, when I felt it would be remarkably disrespectful to cut through was the one time there was a funeral going on. I decided I could suck it up and take the long route so that I wasn't being even remotely disruptive.
What was especially interesting was seeing what kind of things people placed on the graves of their loved ones. Plastic toys, their favorite drink (including favorite beer) and it was neat seeing that people would actually leave stuff like that to pay tribute.
What was especially interesting was seeing what kind of things people placed on the graves of their loved ones. Plastic toys, their favorite drink (including favorite beer) and it was neat seeing that people would actually leave stuff like that to pay tribute.
Yeah I've heard of the pomegranate thing. That stuff always is fun to learn about. I lived in an area with a large Hispanic population, so there was a whole "Day of the Dead" thing going on there every year. There was also some kind of folklore or urban legend or something in those parts that I really didn't understand. Something about not playing in ditches when you're a kid. I didn't actually grow up in the area and it wasn't a huge thing they talked about all the time, but I heard it enough to know there was a sort of following to it.
I personally have seen and heard things that are very interesting, though not by any stretch supernatural or spiritual, but I digress. My personal beliefs really fall into Druidism (without the human sacrifice) and Taoism. That said though, I just do my thing and I don't force my beliefs to fit into any specific theology.
I personally have seen and heard things that are very interesting, though not by any stretch supernatural or spiritual, but I digress. My personal beliefs really fall into Druidism (without the human sacrifice) and Taoism. That said though, I just do my thing and I don't force my beliefs to fit into any specific theology.
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