polecat
November 2nd, 2007, 08:58 PM
As night fell, the frost, that had started what was said to be the coldest winter of all time, twinkled in the gaps between the stretched shadows of the trees. A lone blackbird took flight and in the far distance a wolf howled. The bark on the trees was flaking away, like paper that's been wet and dried.All was how a winters day should be - except that it was still summer . But there was no-one to see this eerie scene.
The sea lapped against the jagged rocks and an ear shatteringly sad wailing noise wound through the trees that marked the edge of the forest: The sound of the hunter.
Far away, by the warmth of a small fire, three figures were huddled with their heads close together, muttering urgently. A strong wind blew their voices to a dark hollow beneath a collapsed tree where a young girl was listening. She cackled to herself; narrowed her eyes and half-crept half-ran away. Her master would be pleased. Mountain sized clouds lingered overhead as if eavesdropping on this years clan meet. The girl had wide staring milky white eyes and a curved nose with a permenantly down turned mouth underneath.
Meanwhile, all the clans were joyfully throwing the ashed of the pumpkins they had burnt to the sea. The celebrations were over. As there had been only three people present at the clan meet, the rest of the clans had held a party on the kelp island. It would have been the best event of the winter if there hadn't been a dread that seemed to stalk the people where ever they went. The sea around the kelp bay had frozen, leaving all the seaweed dead and useless. Even the animals had fled. Great eagle owls gathered with petrified sparrows; swallows had abandoned their usual migration and joined the others; even bats and insects came; then, in a huge cloud, they had flown off south, over the sea, with the sea creatures following beneath. The land creatures, on the other hand, had gone into the high mountains, hiding in the caves among their usual prey and predators. No- one could pretend nothing was happening.
At the 'clan meet' the leaders had sensed something going wrong, and set off at once to track down the girl: a tokoroth but with no demon inside her. This meant she was still herself, though herself was cruel and horribly unlike the happy plump white fox girl she'd been a few years ago.
"There!" Hissed a man with dark locks of matted, twig laden hair. He grabbed the other two by the sleeve, ripping ones winter cloak, and yanked them into the low lying shrubs.
"Where are you going?"
"She's my daughter and I want her back!" the other man said, glaring at the others.
"Calm down, it's O.K. This is what they want. Can't you see?" said a teenage girl in a calming voice.
"It's alright for you!"The tokoroth's father took the chance to leap up and go speeding off in pursuit of what was now a small running sillouette in the distance. Then an arrow thudded into her shoulder.
"i had to."
The seal man, whose name was Lekos, shot the man with dreadlocks a look of pure, undiluted fury. Breathing so hard he looked as though he'd run a for 100 days in one go, he prepared to lunge for the man's throat but a soft voice interupted his revenge.
"It was me." Then she ran.
She sped through the forest to a small clearing where the tokoroth's carcass lay untouched by the surrounding ravens. Appearing to be not bothered about the fact that she was touching the creation of an outcast the entire forest feared, she grabbed the girl's pale hand and kept on running, out of the forest, into the night of the wild moors which were covered with a layer of hard, freezing cold ice.
She knelt down and began to dig furiously. Soon a reasonably large snow cave was infront of her and she was dragging the girl inside. Ignoring the ravens that had followed her curiously, she searched for something to tie the girl's hair back with. She was terribly affraid of demons. She untied her headband reluctantly. She didn't notice that the ravens, esspecially the raven clan guardian stared. The black circle of the outcast stood out vividly on her forhead like veins. The creator of the tokoroth.
The sea lapped against the jagged rocks and an ear shatteringly sad wailing noise wound through the trees that marked the edge of the forest: The sound of the hunter.
Far away, by the warmth of a small fire, three figures were huddled with their heads close together, muttering urgently. A strong wind blew their voices to a dark hollow beneath a collapsed tree where a young girl was listening. She cackled to herself; narrowed her eyes and half-crept half-ran away. Her master would be pleased. Mountain sized clouds lingered overhead as if eavesdropping on this years clan meet. The girl had wide staring milky white eyes and a curved nose with a permenantly down turned mouth underneath.
Meanwhile, all the clans were joyfully throwing the ashed of the pumpkins they had burnt to the sea. The celebrations were over. As there had been only three people present at the clan meet, the rest of the clans had held a party on the kelp island. It would have been the best event of the winter if there hadn't been a dread that seemed to stalk the people where ever they went. The sea around the kelp bay had frozen, leaving all the seaweed dead and useless. Even the animals had fled. Great eagle owls gathered with petrified sparrows; swallows had abandoned their usual migration and joined the others; even bats and insects came; then, in a huge cloud, they had flown off south, over the sea, with the sea creatures following beneath. The land creatures, on the other hand, had gone into the high mountains, hiding in the caves among their usual prey and predators. No- one could pretend nothing was happening.
At the 'clan meet' the leaders had sensed something going wrong, and set off at once to track down the girl: a tokoroth but with no demon inside her. This meant she was still herself, though herself was cruel and horribly unlike the happy plump white fox girl she'd been a few years ago.
"There!" Hissed a man with dark locks of matted, twig laden hair. He grabbed the other two by the sleeve, ripping ones winter cloak, and yanked them into the low lying shrubs.
"Where are you going?"
"She's my daughter and I want her back!" the other man said, glaring at the others.
"Calm down, it's O.K. This is what they want. Can't you see?" said a teenage girl in a calming voice.
"It's alright for you!"The tokoroth's father took the chance to leap up and go speeding off in pursuit of what was now a small running sillouette in the distance. Then an arrow thudded into her shoulder.
"i had to."
The seal man, whose name was Lekos, shot the man with dreadlocks a look of pure, undiluted fury. Breathing so hard he looked as though he'd run a for 100 days in one go, he prepared to lunge for the man's throat but a soft voice interupted his revenge.
"It was me." Then she ran.
She sped through the forest to a small clearing where the tokoroth's carcass lay untouched by the surrounding ravens. Appearing to be not bothered about the fact that she was touching the creation of an outcast the entire forest feared, she grabbed the girl's pale hand and kept on running, out of the forest, into the night of the wild moors which were covered with a layer of hard, freezing cold ice.
She knelt down and began to dig furiously. Soon a reasonably large snow cave was infront of her and she was dragging the girl inside. Ignoring the ravens that had followed her curiously, she searched for something to tie the girl's hair back with. She was terribly affraid of demons. She untied her headband reluctantly. She didn't notice that the ravens, esspecially the raven clan guardian stared. The black circle of the outcast stood out vividly on her forhead like veins. The creator of the tokoroth.