Belief has borrowed flavors, and we taste the memories of what has never come.
The sunlight through the clear stone was warm. The cub moved the stone side-to-side and watched the light change color. Red, yellow, green, blue, the cub lay on his side and pushed the stone with his paws. As the light turned yellow again, the cub heard something from above. Looking up into the trees around… Continue reading Glass & Gale pt IV
You are Curiosity Seven moons had passed since the cub found the strange tree-thing in the clearing. He had grown strong, almost as big as his sire. Learning to hunt had made him fast and agile. However, the cub had a tendency toward being distracted easily. His sire and packmates were often displeased by the… Continue reading Glass & Gale pt III
The cub sat silently, watching the strange thing in the field. It had been there for two days, not moving. The cub watched, sniffing the air for the scent of danger, as his sire had taught. Two days and no movement, yet the cub waited. A soft breeze ran through the field and the tall… Continue reading Glass & Gale, pt II