Like the flint which awaits the shock Aug 24, 2012 22:13:39 GMT -5
Post by Kenya on Aug 24, 2012 22:13:39 GMT -5
F L I N T
Flint glared at the rune stone through slitted eyes. His silent prayers never making it off his tongue, he concentrated on the markings. Noting every chip, every shade of color. Was this the source of the Silence? How long had this ancient stone been standing here, waiting?
A stray early leaf-fall oak leaf dropped of a branch. Flint drew back and hissed as if it could burn his ashy pelt. The leaf landed in the water silently. It was the same color as the new silence member. That cat was unstable. Silencefall must of lost her mind to trust that crazed house-cat. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. The leaf swirled in circles in the deep water, no wind aiding it. Flint watched it silently, only aware of his own heart beat in the still air.
Suddenly he snapped. His anger and frustrations taken out on the red dying thing. His claws unsheathed as he hooked it from the water. Slamming his paw on the ground, he yowled in frustration.
"Why won't you show me more? Have I not done everything you asked?!" He glared at the stone, the hunger for power in his glazed green eyes. Only silence and the falling of another leaf answered him. Flint's grey flecked pelt glinted back at him from the deep water. Even his own reflection seemed to mock him. He bit down on his tongue tasting blood. Wishing it were the blood from the cat that was supposed to be the sacrifice.