It had been so quiet. The beating of her own heart seemed to fade out into distant sounds as everything slowed to a halt. Those she had come to know were mere grass blades that bent against the soft push of windy breaths; they became nonexistent, and she alone. In the midst of calling all of her court to heed to her claims there were none of other gods' believers to cross her path. There were no indications of life anywhere save for the brush of nature's kiss upon her skin.
How complacent with silence their world had become.
But she was not content with silence; she was a rough, battle-built creature and only the clamor of others living their lives could satisfy her. She swore to protect all those held in her arms, yet she could not protect those who did not exist. She was faced with a stalemate and she was determined to break clean through it. The quiet of the court kept her moving about the tower, a restless wolf in search of her pups. It was only the dark mass that blotted out the sun pouring into the tower's entry halls that brought her attention toward the door, a silhouette masked with day's light. It grew in size as it approached; she moved off to assist in closing the distance between them, brisk yet controlled walk delivering her to the entryway. A single snort (rather of excitement than proper greeting) would be her first interaction with the stranger. Then her second, "Welcome," a smile playing softly at her lips around the roughness of her voice.
How complacent with silence their world had become.
But she was not content with silence; she was a rough, battle-built creature and only the clamor of others living their lives could satisfy her. She swore to protect all those held in her arms, yet she could not protect those who did not exist. She was faced with a stalemate and she was determined to break clean through it. The quiet of the court kept her moving about the tower, a restless wolf in search of her pups. It was only the dark mass that blotted out the sun pouring into the tower's entry halls that brought her attention toward the door, a silhouette masked with day's light. It grew in size as it approached; she moved off to assist in closing the distance between them, brisk yet controlled walk delivering her to the entryway. A single snort (rather of excitement than proper greeting) would be her first interaction with the stranger. Then her second, "Welcome," a smile playing softly at her lips around the roughness of her voice.
And all our problems make us powerless
@Martin
