The Mourning
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Fury plodded slowly into the hangar, mourning in his own fashion. I slid out and walked over and picked up her limp body, thinking back on how a scant day ago I had been so happy. Shadow walked over and nudged her, causing her to flop. We walked out to the hall, and glided down it.
A loud cry could be heard, and we looked up. Shadowrage was barreling down the hall, blinded by his mad rush. He skidded to a stop, just missing us. He dropped his head down, and stared with those golden eyes. He sat down hard, and lifted his head. *Thank. you.. Raven.. for bringing her back. * He glanced downward, and I could see the deep sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Shadowrage." * It wasn't your fault, it was Hiltz. Or more properly, the Dark Kaiser, who commanded Hiltz.* He turned and drifted off, with his head and tail drooping.
I went in her room and laid her out on the bed. Already she was stiffening. You hear about people looking like they're sleeping when they're dead, but she didn't. She just looked. dead. Like a candle with the flame gone. I left and sat out in the hangar, staring at Liger. Looking, but not seeing.
The GF moved numbly, striding across the desert, each in their own thoughts. Van was thinking i I can't believe it. She died for Raven, making the ultimate sacrifice. And Hiltz took from her what nothing has the right to take, life. Could I have done that? /i Irvine: iThat was a awesome battle, but what was that red zoid with wings? /i Fiona: i Maybe she wasn't as bad as I thought, but she did destroy us./i Zeke: i Grawwl grr gargly roarf arfa./i Dr. D: *Is having a migraine from his idiocy.*
I wake up. A low, sad noise drifts through the halls. I follow the sound, and go out onto the sands. Shadow, Liger, Shadowrage, and the Berserk Fury sit together in a group, looking at the dark sky. They're singing a song toward the stars, a mourning song. I walk forward and sit down, leaning against Liger's leg. Shadow comes over and lays his head on my lap. I stroke his smooth head and watch.
Shadowrage breaks off the song and turns toward me. *Raven. You've joined us?* I reply, "Yeah, but what are you doing?" *We're singing for Astarael, to speed her on her journey. Each zoid and organoid adds a verse, and when we're done, she will have reached her peace with Zi. This has been done for all the keepers of Zoid's Eve since the beginning of time.* I lean back, close my eyes, and listen.
Song of the Wolf
Bloodlines traced upon the ground,
Ere' pawprints break our beaten paths,
Where numbers thin, yet wills run strong,
By night we win man's brutal wrath,
Man thriving pon' our sad bloodbaths,
Lost native will, the land once hath... Bring pity back into our dark,
Shed light upon your brutal casts,
And try to find that brutal spark,
That brought your many kin afore,
To take our kind, if nothing more,
To man the arc of history,
To shed our deathwinds pon' it's masts...
Look blindly pon' these brutal casts... Your fire bringing to the air,
Your presence of the land affirmed,
Our howls, weak, reeking despair,
Our callings dead upon your lead,
Your bitter, unforgiving germ...
Pon' chain and rope and whip we've squirmed... For many lives of newborn pup,
With lasting breath, their heads raise up,
Their spirits weep their callings lost,
Their parents' blood upon the grass,
The hunger grows, time comes to pass,
They lay their pain against the dark,
Though moon and stars won't find their bark,
Until man's will comes to their crest,
They finally put their souls to rest... To coexist the native will,
Adapt and be one with the trees,
To follow scent and run the breeze,
To love the pack, to share it's will,
To care for kin, to bring down kill,
To bring up pups, improve our skill,
To nurture growth, have mouths to fill,
To play and fight and just despite,
What we succumb unto your might,
Our shortened, bitter, hellish life,
Their anger thins us like a knife,
Until they grieve their unjust strife,
Our loss in history not hushed... Finding the plains of prey forgone,
We search the instincts of our kind,
But strange new prey for soul to spawn,
Has ruined our fragile way of mind,
Man's blame to be our final find...
To hide and pounce ere' sib or prey,
To hunt, to bay ere' break of day,
To trust our kin, feel warmth of May,
Catch leaves of fall, make beds of snow,
Have summer winds to shed our coats,
To lap from streams' eternal flow,
Feel winter winds' eternal blow...
To birth new life, give it a home,
Fell mother's tongue as nature's comb,
To howl and bay, ere' break of day,
Unto the night's eternal dome... Of old we roamed about the land,
To search the breeze upon the trees,
To search the lake's familiar sand,
To coexist the native will,
Until one day into our life,
The white man came to hate and kill,
To thin our numbers like a knife... We exist still, upon' the night,
Though still does hate, our unjust plight,
Still thrives the will, though, just despite,
Upon our blood, the wolves of yore',
Their longings shared forevermore,
To live the life, upon man's knife,
Not for revenge or settled score,
To be the wolf, forevermore...
With essence bright, where our souls burn,
Upon the night, we only yearn...
To be the wolf, forevermore... This is goodbye.
A big muchas gracias to all who reviewed!
Fury plodded slowly into the hangar, mourning in his own fashion. I slid out and walked over and picked up her limp body, thinking back on how a scant day ago I had been so happy. Shadow walked over and nudged her, causing her to flop. We walked out to the hall, and glided down it.
A loud cry could be heard, and we looked up. Shadowrage was barreling down the hall, blinded by his mad rush. He skidded to a stop, just missing us. He dropped his head down, and stared with those golden eyes. He sat down hard, and lifted his head. *Thank. you.. Raven.. for bringing her back. * He glanced downward, and I could see the deep sorrow in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Shadowrage." * It wasn't your fault, it was Hiltz. Or more properly, the Dark Kaiser, who commanded Hiltz.* He turned and drifted off, with his head and tail drooping.
I went in her room and laid her out on the bed. Already she was stiffening. You hear about people looking like they're sleeping when they're dead, but she didn't. She just looked. dead. Like a candle with the flame gone. I left and sat out in the hangar, staring at Liger. Looking, but not seeing.
The GF moved numbly, striding across the desert, each in their own thoughts. Van was thinking i I can't believe it. She died for Raven, making the ultimate sacrifice. And Hiltz took from her what nothing has the right to take, life. Could I have done that? /i Irvine: iThat was a awesome battle, but what was that red zoid with wings? /i Fiona: i Maybe she wasn't as bad as I thought, but she did destroy us./i Zeke: i Grawwl grr gargly roarf arfa./i Dr. D: *Is having a migraine from his idiocy.*
I wake up. A low, sad noise drifts through the halls. I follow the sound, and go out onto the sands. Shadow, Liger, Shadowrage, and the Berserk Fury sit together in a group, looking at the dark sky. They're singing a song toward the stars, a mourning song. I walk forward and sit down, leaning against Liger's leg. Shadow comes over and lays his head on my lap. I stroke his smooth head and watch.
Shadowrage breaks off the song and turns toward me. *Raven. You've joined us?* I reply, "Yeah, but what are you doing?" *We're singing for Astarael, to speed her on her journey. Each zoid and organoid adds a verse, and when we're done, she will have reached her peace with Zi. This has been done for all the keepers of Zoid's Eve since the beginning of time.* I lean back, close my eyes, and listen.
Song of the Wolf
Bloodlines traced upon the ground,
Ere' pawprints break our beaten paths,
Where numbers thin, yet wills run strong,
By night we win man's brutal wrath,
Man thriving pon' our sad bloodbaths,
Lost native will, the land once hath... Bring pity back into our dark,
Shed light upon your brutal casts,
And try to find that brutal spark,
That brought your many kin afore,
To take our kind, if nothing more,
To man the arc of history,
To shed our deathwinds pon' it's masts...
Look blindly pon' these brutal casts... Your fire bringing to the air,
Your presence of the land affirmed,
Our howls, weak, reeking despair,
Our callings dead upon your lead,
Your bitter, unforgiving germ...
Pon' chain and rope and whip we've squirmed... For many lives of newborn pup,
With lasting breath, their heads raise up,
Their spirits weep their callings lost,
Their parents' blood upon the grass,
The hunger grows, time comes to pass,
They lay their pain against the dark,
Though moon and stars won't find their bark,
Until man's will comes to their crest,
They finally put their souls to rest... To coexist the native will,
Adapt and be one with the trees,
To follow scent and run the breeze,
To love the pack, to share it's will,
To care for kin, to bring down kill,
To bring up pups, improve our skill,
To nurture growth, have mouths to fill,
To play and fight and just despite,
What we succumb unto your might,
Our shortened, bitter, hellish life,
Their anger thins us like a knife,
Until they grieve their unjust strife,
Our loss in history not hushed... Finding the plains of prey forgone,
We search the instincts of our kind,
But strange new prey for soul to spawn,
Has ruined our fragile way of mind,
Man's blame to be our final find...
To hide and pounce ere' sib or prey,
To hunt, to bay ere' break of day,
To trust our kin, feel warmth of May,
Catch leaves of fall, make beds of snow,
Have summer winds to shed our coats,
To lap from streams' eternal flow,
Feel winter winds' eternal blow...
To birth new life, give it a home,
Fell mother's tongue as nature's comb,
To howl and bay, ere' break of day,
Unto the night's eternal dome... Of old we roamed about the land,
To search the breeze upon the trees,
To search the lake's familiar sand,
To coexist the native will,
Until one day into our life,
The white man came to hate and kill,
To thin our numbers like a knife... We exist still, upon' the night,
Though still does hate, our unjust plight,
Still thrives the will, though, just despite,
Upon our blood, the wolves of yore',
Their longings shared forevermore,
To live the life, upon man's knife,
Not for revenge or settled score,
To be the wolf, forevermore...
With essence bright, where our souls burn,
Upon the night, we only yearn...
To be the wolf, forevermore... This is goodbye.
