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kiramaru7Title: Listening To The Silence After It Snows
Participant: kira
Fandom: original
Characters/Pairings: Soaring Eagle, his dog Honey, an unnamed character, and mention of Black Dog
Disclaimer: I own it!
Summary/Teaser: Soaring Eagle and his dog listen to the sound of silence after a snowfall…
Rating: PG for language
Notes: This is not betaed, so any mistakes therein are my own. This was written for Madrona Project and features our Elves, who are descended from hippies and new-agers and live off the land in a life style similar to how Native Americans once lived. Please also note that Black Dog belongs to Kat, I’m just borrowing him as a background character as he generally leads the hunting parties.
Soaring Eagle crawled out of the lean-to and stamped his feet in the snow to warm them, followed by a dog. The buff colored bitch had “adopted” him for reasons known only to her, not that he or anyone else cared. She eased his loneliness and did not care if he was a bit of a fool, and that was all that mattered. He grinned and patted the dog on the head.
“Hear that, Honey?”
The dog looked up at Soaring Eagle and wagged her tail. She made a soft whining noise.
“That’s the sound of silence after it snows, when everything is still.” Soaring Eagle lifted the ear flap on his hat and put his hand to his ear as he looked around. He let the quiet of the forest wash over him. “It’s also the sound of early morning, when somethings are falling asleep and others haven’t woken up yet.”
Honey barked at him.
“Yeah, I’m hungry too.”
He turned, and reaching inside the lean-to, pulled out his pack. He fumbled inside it and took out a strip of dried venison, which he shared with the dog. Breaking a twig off a nearby sapling, he cleaned his teeth, before tossing it away.
The two of them, stood there, enjoying the peace and quiet, until the silence was shattered by the sounds of the hunting party waking up. Dogs barked, men shouted, the horses whinnied as they were saddled up. The hunt was successful and it was time to go home. The tribe would eat well for the next few days.
“Hey, dumbass! Hurry up and piss!” one of the guys called out. “Black Dog wants to get going!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Soaring Eagle shuffled through the snow away from the camp. When he was finished relieving himself, Honey followed suit. The pair trudged after the others as a kind of quite settled over the forest.
Participant: kira
Fandom: original
Characters/Pairings: Soaring Eagle, his dog Honey, an unnamed character, and mention of Black Dog
Disclaimer: I own it!
Summary/Teaser: Soaring Eagle and his dog listen to the sound of silence after a snowfall…
Rating: PG for language
Notes: This is not betaed, so any mistakes therein are my own. This was written for Madrona Project and features our Elves, who are descended from hippies and new-agers and live off the land in a life style similar to how Native Americans once lived. Please also note that Black Dog belongs to Kat, I’m just borrowing him as a background character as he generally leads the hunting parties.
Soaring Eagle crawled out of the lean-to and stamped his feet in the snow to warm them, followed by a dog. The buff colored bitch had “adopted” him for reasons known only to her, not that he or anyone else cared. She eased his loneliness and did not care if he was a bit of a fool, and that was all that mattered. He grinned and patted the dog on the head.
“Hear that, Honey?”
The dog looked up at Soaring Eagle and wagged her tail. She made a soft whining noise.
“That’s the sound of silence after it snows, when everything is still.” Soaring Eagle lifted the ear flap on his hat and put his hand to his ear as he looked around. He let the quiet of the forest wash over him. “It’s also the sound of early morning, when somethings are falling asleep and others haven’t woken up yet.”
Honey barked at him.
“Yeah, I’m hungry too.”
He turned, and reaching inside the lean-to, pulled out his pack. He fumbled inside it and took out a strip of dried venison, which he shared with the dog. Breaking a twig off a nearby sapling, he cleaned his teeth, before tossing it away.
The two of them, stood there, enjoying the peace and quiet, until the silence was shattered by the sounds of the hunting party waking up. Dogs barked, men shouted, the horses whinnied as they were saddled up. The hunt was successful and it was time to go home. The tribe would eat well for the next few days.
“Hey, dumbass! Hurry up and piss!” one of the guys called out. “Black Dog wants to get going!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Soaring Eagle shuffled through the snow away from the camp. When he was finished relieving himself, Honey followed suit. The pair trudged after the others as a kind of quite settled over the forest.
