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11-14-2013, 11:32 PM
I was traveling again. I was trying to find that purpose. Stories had been whispered in the winds of a place to pray to the Gods, a place where they had once appeared. That purpose, though, wasn’t really what I was looking for. No. I just wished for that missing part of my soul to be healed again. I had lost a part of myself when the vibrations had torn my immortality from my limbs and severed my connection to my other half, the red-tailed hawk who had flown into the trees never to return. It was with tears in my blind eyes that I headed up the rocky terrain that was the location whispered in the winds. And, as I felt the stones with engravings upon them I stopped and dropped my cranium to the ground, my maw brushing against it. I relished the feeling of hard rock and thought back to my memories of the flooding waters. You see, I only wanted a portion of my old life back. I wanted my hawk to bicker with me. I wanted my hawk to tell me I was stupid for leaving my family. I wanted him to remind me so that I didn’t forget what had happened in my past, should my memories start to fail with the age that was going to start coming to me. I didn’t want to lose all these memories. I didn’t want to lose what made me who I am. So, I prayed. I prayed for the connection with my hawk to return. I prayed for the safety of my family outside these lands. I prayed for some sign before I returned to the herd of winged horses as I stayed completely wingless. I'm using one of my VOTG passes. Rasta desires to quest for her companion- :: [Companion: Red Tailed Hawk]  |
