Title: Like the Flowers
Author: Ancalime (just_another_blue@yahoo.com)
Summary: Just a short piece about Mew. Spoilers for eps 19 and 20, though if you haven't seen the eps you won't understand anyway.
Disclaimer: Obviously, Wolf's Rain is not mine. If it were mine? SD Kiba plushies for everyone! Rahr.
Comments and criticism welcome. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows.
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She lingers on in a world where time has stopped.
It is a terrible Paradise, a perfect world with everything she needs in abundance. Everything -- except change, the spark of life that makes it all worthwhile.
From time to time, she hunts the buffalo and other game, though hunger never pinches her belly. They come back, of course. She's seen it. Just like the flowers.
She comes back, too. Once, she stirred up a herd of buffalo and ran into their midst. It was painful, then dark, and then she awoke on the edge of the deep spring in the field.
Some deep part of her understands that somewhere there is the skeleton of a large cat, lying under a plant in the desert, the flesh long gone. No one found her. It's been too late for a very long time.
No one will ever find her.
She could never have gone with Kiba. It was for that reason the words hurt so much being dragged from her throat. He couldn't stay. It's not Paradise for him. It's only her Paradise, only her eternity.
Someone found him.
She wondered, after he left, what would have happened. All she had to do was reach for his hand and step into the darkness. But she cannot recall just why she should want to try it, to grasp for the final end that might have come with the darkness. She lives in an eternal paradise, after all.
She can't remember who she was. Where she was going. Why. There is a desert of memories in her mind, forest and trees and buffalo all unchanging as far back as she can reach.
Kiba wasn't the first to come. He was only the first to leave, to return. Others had come, of all different species -- or were they? She doesn't know how to tell, anymore, or why it should even matter. She forgets even that she used to hunt the prey that live with her in this world. The others all crossed the mountains, or vanished into the plains, or the forest.
Somehow she knows the others are still there. Only Kiba truly left.
Sometimes she swims out into the deep spring until she can sense the water below her, going down fathoms until the bottom is invisible not from murk but from distance. Like her memories.
~fin
Author: Ancalime (just_another_blue@yahoo.com)
Summary: Just a short piece about Mew. Spoilers for eps 19 and 20, though if you haven't seen the eps you won't understand anyway.
Disclaimer: Obviously, Wolf's Rain is not mine. If it were mine? SD Kiba plushies for everyone! Rahr.
Comments and criticism welcome. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows.
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She lingers on in a world where time has stopped.
It is a terrible Paradise, a perfect world with everything she needs in abundance. Everything -- except change, the spark of life that makes it all worthwhile.
From time to time, she hunts the buffalo and other game, though hunger never pinches her belly. They come back, of course. She's seen it. Just like the flowers.
She comes back, too. Once, she stirred up a herd of buffalo and ran into their midst. It was painful, then dark, and then she awoke on the edge of the deep spring in the field.
Some deep part of her understands that somewhere there is the skeleton of a large cat, lying under a plant in the desert, the flesh long gone. No one found her. It's been too late for a very long time.
No one will ever find her.
She could never have gone with Kiba. It was for that reason the words hurt so much being dragged from her throat. He couldn't stay. It's not Paradise for him. It's only her Paradise, only her eternity.
Someone found him.
She wondered, after he left, what would have happened. All she had to do was reach for his hand and step into the darkness. But she cannot recall just why she should want to try it, to grasp for the final end that might have come with the darkness. She lives in an eternal paradise, after all.
She can't remember who she was. Where she was going. Why. There is a desert of memories in her mind, forest and trees and buffalo all unchanging as far back as she can reach.
Kiba wasn't the first to come. He was only the first to leave, to return. Others had come, of all different species -- or were they? She doesn't know how to tell, anymore, or why it should even matter. She forgets even that she used to hunt the prey that live with her in this world. The others all crossed the mountains, or vanished into the plains, or the forest.
Somehow she knows the others are still there. Only Kiba truly left.
Sometimes she swims out into the deep spring until she can sense the water below her, going down fathoms until the bottom is invisible not from murk but from distance. Like her memories.
~fin