Forest Murmurs
Disclaimer: I own Little/Eleece, the Collegium wolf pack, and the rogue wolf. Vanyel and company are copyright and property of Misty and them peoples.
Chapter 1
Vanyel woke in the night, gasping siftly as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and tried to make sense out of the dream he had just had. If his ability to See had been a little more powerful, he would have been up and out of the room already, searching the woods.
He leaned over his knees and pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to recreate the scenes in the dark of his mind.
There had been a girl, that much he was certain of. There had been wolves also, their furs smelling of musk and fresh blood. Flashes of black and silver tails, golden eyes bearing down on him like demons from hell. For a moment upon waking he had to reach over his shoulder and make sure that it was not his back that had been scored by harsh claws. It was almost as if the girl had pulled him into her mind, but he didn't know how it was she had done that...
" Only a dream." He muttered to himself, laying back down in his bed, cold and lonely as it was.
Then, out from the woods, came the eerie call of a wolf pack. " Fine!" Vanyel growled to himself as he got out of bed and threw on clothes and his boots, then clasped his cloak around his neck and stalking out of the door. " But if she dies because that Seeing wasn't strong enough!"
He didn't know why he was talking to himself, but he was, and he continued to until he got to the small forest that appeared behind the weapons salle. As soon as he stepped into the forest, he became as silent as the grave.
Brightfang stopped, looking back to see if Little could get up. She waved her strange furless paw at him and lifted her face. It was wet, a sign that she was sad, and he started to go to her, but she shouted at him.
" No!" She put her head down again and he heard her voice in his head, the way he could understand it. : I know you do not like leaving me this way, but wounded members slow the pack down, you said it yourself.:
He whined and pawed the ground, not wanting to leave his strange little adopted pup behind. She was more than just a pup he had found a year ago, she was his mate and his love. Their pups would mourn the loss of milk and sweet smells, but Brightfang would mourn so much more than that.
His hackles raised as a man stepped through the brush and stood between Little and himself.
: Brightfang, love, please go.: Little's voice was a whisper in his mind and he growled one last time, then raised his muzzle and let out a mournful howl.
Vanyel did not know that there would be a wolf waiting for him when he spotted the girl. She had raised her head and put it down again, so he knew that she was alive, but barely. Her life was slwoly ebbing from his conscience, and so he had to move fast. The wolf's howl sent a chill up his spine, it was like a lament to a lost love. But the wolf ended his song and turned and left, trotting away quickly.
He turned his attention to the girl, paying no matter to the fact that he had been close enough to the wolf that he could have reached out a hand and touched the grey ruff of his neck. Her back was scored with countless scratches, all of them deep and bleeding. Vanyel ripped the cloak off of his neck and draped it over her, then picked her up and put her none too gently over his shoulder and started the long walk back to the Collegium, hoping that someone in the Healer's Hall would be awake and up to some heavy healing.
While she was being carried to safety, Little's mind reeled. Her pups would die unless some of the bitches from the pack nursed them, and they were barely old enough that they could stomach meat, if chewed well enough. Brightfang would miss her, but since she had called to the human, maybe he could heal her and then she could return to her pack.
She hoped that none of the bitches tried to take her place by Brightfang's side. If she ever returned to the pack, she would make them sorry. If she ever returned....
" Dammit! You're losing her!" Vanyel yelled, as frustrated as the Healer.
" Something resisting me! She isn't accepting anything!" The Healer explained, and Vanyel growled under his breath and politely shoved him over.
She'll accept this. He poised himself for something very painful, to both him and the girl. He readied a mage bolt and shot it straight into her heart. If hse had been alive and healthy, it would have killed her, but in her near comatose state, it shocked her heart into pumping, thus forcing her lungs to breathe and keep everything going. He had to do it two more times, but in the end, he got her stabilized and steady and let the Healer take over, falling back gratefully.
She opened her eyes long enough to blink twice at him, showing that her eyes were dark and soulful, even in her state of pain. " Thank you." She whispered, then closed her eyes and the Healer announced that she was going to be put in a healing sleep.
Vnayel nodded and told the Healer to send a page to him when she woke up. He had many questions to ask her, and he assumed that every question that she answered was going to bring up three more. He needed to get some more sleep.
Disclaimer: I own Little/Eleece, the Collegium wolf pack, and the rogue wolf. Vanyel and company are copyright and property of Misty and them peoples.
Chapter 1
Vanyel woke in the night, gasping siftly as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and tried to make sense out of the dream he had just had. If his ability to See had been a little more powerful, he would have been up and out of the room already, searching the woods.
He leaned over his knees and pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to recreate the scenes in the dark of his mind.
There had been a girl, that much he was certain of. There had been wolves also, their furs smelling of musk and fresh blood. Flashes of black and silver tails, golden eyes bearing down on him like demons from hell. For a moment upon waking he had to reach over his shoulder and make sure that it was not his back that had been scored by harsh claws. It was almost as if the girl had pulled him into her mind, but he didn't know how it was she had done that...
" Only a dream." He muttered to himself, laying back down in his bed, cold and lonely as it was.
Then, out from the woods, came the eerie call of a wolf pack. " Fine!" Vanyel growled to himself as he got out of bed and threw on clothes and his boots, then clasped his cloak around his neck and stalking out of the door. " But if she dies because that Seeing wasn't strong enough!"
He didn't know why he was talking to himself, but he was, and he continued to until he got to the small forest that appeared behind the weapons salle. As soon as he stepped into the forest, he became as silent as the grave.
Brightfang stopped, looking back to see if Little could get up. She waved her strange furless paw at him and lifted her face. It was wet, a sign that she was sad, and he started to go to her, but she shouted at him.
" No!" She put her head down again and he heard her voice in his head, the way he could understand it. : I know you do not like leaving me this way, but wounded members slow the pack down, you said it yourself.:
He whined and pawed the ground, not wanting to leave his strange little adopted pup behind. She was more than just a pup he had found a year ago, she was his mate and his love. Their pups would mourn the loss of milk and sweet smells, but Brightfang would mourn so much more than that.
His hackles raised as a man stepped through the brush and stood between Little and himself.
: Brightfang, love, please go.: Little's voice was a whisper in his mind and he growled one last time, then raised his muzzle and let out a mournful howl.
Vanyel did not know that there would be a wolf waiting for him when he spotted the girl. She had raised her head and put it down again, so he knew that she was alive, but barely. Her life was slwoly ebbing from his conscience, and so he had to move fast. The wolf's howl sent a chill up his spine, it was like a lament to a lost love. But the wolf ended his song and turned and left, trotting away quickly.
He turned his attention to the girl, paying no matter to the fact that he had been close enough to the wolf that he could have reached out a hand and touched the grey ruff of his neck. Her back was scored with countless scratches, all of them deep and bleeding. Vanyel ripped the cloak off of his neck and draped it over her, then picked her up and put her none too gently over his shoulder and started the long walk back to the Collegium, hoping that someone in the Healer's Hall would be awake and up to some heavy healing.
While she was being carried to safety, Little's mind reeled. Her pups would die unless some of the bitches from the pack nursed them, and they were barely old enough that they could stomach meat, if chewed well enough. Brightfang would miss her, but since she had called to the human, maybe he could heal her and then she could return to her pack.
She hoped that none of the bitches tried to take her place by Brightfang's side. If she ever returned to the pack, she would make them sorry. If she ever returned....
" Dammit! You're losing her!" Vanyel yelled, as frustrated as the Healer.
" Something resisting me! She isn't accepting anything!" The Healer explained, and Vanyel growled under his breath and politely shoved him over.
She'll accept this. He poised himself for something very painful, to both him and the girl. He readied a mage bolt and shot it straight into her heart. If hse had been alive and healthy, it would have killed her, but in her near comatose state, it shocked her heart into pumping, thus forcing her lungs to breathe and keep everything going. He had to do it two more times, but in the end, he got her stabilized and steady and let the Healer take over, falling back gratefully.
She opened her eyes long enough to blink twice at him, showing that her eyes were dark and soulful, even in her state of pain. " Thank you." She whispered, then closed her eyes and the Healer announced that she was going to be put in a healing sleep.
Vnayel nodded and told the Healer to send a page to him when she woke up. He had many questions to ask her, and he assumed that every question that she answered was going to bring up three more. He needed to get some more sleep.