Andarin: The Mountains: Show me what it's like; FENRISULFR

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long;
When I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

It seems that I have not practised shielding my emotions as much as I had thought; it was clear by the sly smirk that began to slip onto the Wolf Queen's lips that she had detected some sort of misgiving towards her. At this, I was slightly embarassed, but I only averted my inked black pools from her own dark eyes to prevent any further ridicule. It was then that the fine caress of her wind's voice substituted her own once more, making her thoughts audible. A brief nod was the only response from me, my blue roan features bobbing comically as I agreed. But then, it seemed Fenrisulfr had a story to tell, and without any hesitation nor issue of my vocal chords, I followed her.

As my dark blue form sidled up alongside the Wolf femme, I listened carefully ,attentively to what her airborne voices have to say, waiting until the quiet had returned once more. Respectably, I held my silence for a few moments longer before answering with my cracked baritones, "It was a great loss. Stelios was my friend. And you prove to be a loyal Wolf if you care this much for his Kingdom." Although my face held a lack of expression this time around, my dark occuli staring blankly forwards, it was obvious in my voice that I held admiration for the mare. After all, by the sound of how much she disliked the duties, she held fast to doing them anyways.

Confessions, my friend, are the best way to relieve the stress. Though I could have told her this, I decided to keep quiet, and instead carry on with my listening. Patience, and listening were two of my greatest abilities; they allowed me to learn in my silence, and gave me good reason to speak when I spoke.
Although I was still in my own pit of despair, I was not so self-consumed that I could not notice others' miseries. Fenrisulfr was still a mystery to me, but asking for my help almost seemed to me, as though it were unnatural for the very independant mare to ask anyone for anything. This Queen had a hard life, and when she requested my assistance, there was hardly a second that passed by when I paused and replied with a slight curve of my lips, "I will always be here to help, in whatever way, Fenrisulfr."

She goes on, now, about her wishes to do Andarin true good. And I nod absently, sighing, and halting my slow, ambling walk. For a moment in time I stared nonchalantly to my ebonite hooves, before I sent my cranium down lower, allowing my nose to brush the surface of the earth carefully. As I brought my head back to its zenith, my pinions swivelled curiously forwards, and my dark occuli observed as the green stem rose from the soil fluently. The very essence of its movements as it grew, as tall as my chest, were beautiful, as it unfurled its leaves and the thorns that edged its thin body became larger. The petals were enveloped in a dark essence, black as smooth charcoal, as they formed the bulb of a rose. The black rose stood, now, still as stone, and I watched it, as taciturn as ever. I was still regarding Fenrisulfr with my attention, but I had been pondering what she asked of me.

Calmly, I allowed my voice to hang upon the air as I chose my words with care. "Andarin is a home. Andarin is a Kingdom. Or, Queendom, as it may be," I added, looking to the she-wolf before returning my sights to my flower. "I am not the most strategic thinker, nor am I exactly sure of all of Andarin's mysteries, but..." A pause. "I believe the horses of the Wolfrange want a change. The works of the outside world are becoming steadily more frightening, and I think that the constant, neverending cycle we have here in Andarin puts everyone on edge. What the cycle is, I do not truly know. But I too feel it." What was I trying to say? Something in my subconsciousness wanted me to speak, but what it was I needed to say was still unknown to me.

A resolute sigh escaped my maw as I looked back to Fenrisulfr. "That is all I can tell you. Perhaps we can figure out what needs to be done together, if you wish, for a single horse's mind cannot hold all the information that two separate minds can." My black tassels swished absently against my hocks as I furrowed my brow. The rose still remained, unscathed by wind nor anything else. It was strong, resistant. Like Andarin should, would be.

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
Not the kind with wings;
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

EARTH III
W O L F
AMBASSADOR