Wow…I've been dead for a while haven't I? ;; Er…sorries…I haven't been able to update because of a certain incident involving a computer monitor and a certain person CoughatashiCough dropping it on the ground…and BAM it smashes…oO
So…heres a new drabble to sustain you guys…for a little while anywho…
Title: With, Or Without You
Word Count: 964
Rating: T
Warnings The usual, bloody gorey stuff…-
Author: Atashi
It was her. It was the same wolf that Katara had seen the night her mother died of burns, and sword wounds. The same night Katara lost what kept her from falling into a dark abyss. The same night, Katara became all to soon, a woman.
Emotionally, Katara could not deal with this, she could not comprehend why the wolf had returned! Why had it returned, the same soft white fur that was stained with her mothers blood still lay on the wolf's body.
Why was her mothers blood not washed from the pure snow of fur? Why did it still smell like her mothers vase of flowers she consistently refilled for reasons that were not all that clear to Katara.
Her mother cherished the vase of flowers. Even from the day she died. But there was no one willing to touch the vase of flowers anymore, nor did anyone dare touch the taboo of dried flowers.
Once people began to try forget Katara and Sokka's mother ever existed. The flowers began to wilt into an existence that spoke of only hidden, and intangible visions of wolves, and white fur, baring teeth, and spine tingling snarls.
And when the flowers were alive, the flowers spoke such a beautiful song, of moving music, and flowing snow. Of a time where dragons flew and were not restricted to baring their tongue and gnashing their teeth towards their counterpart. Their wolves.
Even when the flowers died, the wolves and the dragons didn't see each other anymore. They forget they even existed. The dragons forgot about their existence, and become astral creatures, flying among the stars as scars upon a hidden undergrowth. They forgot who they were, they forgot everything.
The wolves fell into a near deathly existence, they became savages forgetting any intelligence, they were led towards cold deaths. Humans hunted them for their furs.
Its ironic, their descendants were that of the water tribe…yet the water tribe stalked, and killed the wolves as each one fled for a near invisible sanctity.
The fire nation used the dragons image as an image of ferocity, an Image to be feared. The dragons were still floating up there, with the stars. The stars, the sun and the moon cried blood for the forgotten memories of those who were not there, not physically there any more.
And yet, even Avatar Roku's dragon forgot exactly his purpose. He flew, and he flew with the avatar. Yet, he flew blindly against warm winds, and clear skies.
He had forgotten his past, present…and had not ever bumped into the future.
Trapped away forever in a path of invisibility.
And yet Katara thought, the wolf had the arrogance to come back and watch her cry her eyes out, just because the wolf's eyes were blue.
"You should not have come again…" She whispered, holding back what tears had not fallen.
The wolf stood its ground and watched the child break down into the earth.
Ironic how she whispered into the earth…ironic she fought with the earth's mistress, the skies lover.
Could Toph feel her cries? The wolf wondered. If not. All was right with the world.
You are a fool
The wolf whispered into the wind and smelled the sweet air as blood dripped down from her blue eyes.
"Stop coming back…please, just stop…" Katara whimpered biting her lip until the skin broke, and blood trickled down onto the ground.
The wolf continued its gaze. Its fur moved silently against the winds whispers.
Don't you dare turn away, girl.
"Cant you see…you…you…you are pain in my heart" She cradled herself back and forth as she held her forearms against her sides, kneeling on the ground.
Wolves only hear the truth.
The wolf's eras perked up at the sounds of tears dropping, and the mixing of earth and blood. Was it Katara's fault that she saw the wolf as such a…a taboo for her heart? Was it Katara's fault Katara's eyes had seen so much, and yet learnt nothing?
Don't cry for me. I don't exist.
Katara continued her cries, the tears fell on their own because without them, Katara was not considered living. She would be considered a dead flower against a dying backdrop.
"You are not my mother, and yet…I love you. Is it you…is it you that makes me think of fire all the time…? IS IT!" she threw her head back and once more threw it against the ground, again and again she threw it against it and cried. Again and again she bled.
The wolf watched with curiosity. And as quick as it came. It left with no trace of the past, and no trace of the future.
Just what was left in its wake.
Dried up flowers.
And a broken vase.
Katara screamed and the heavens parted for the dying screams of the water mistress. The wolf watched on from the heavens, as one of the two balances fell to a thousand pieces.
And the heavens eyes watched. As the fire wrapped its arm around her, and silently kissed her tears away. Whispering in her ear, almost alike when the dragon had bound her to the tree with rope…
"Everything will be all right, Katara. Its okay. Everything, is okay"
The wolf watched on, and on into the night.
Perhaps, the one thing that cured the heart.
Were whispers of lies.
…GAH EMOOOONESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS oO aaannnggsssttttttt