Storm Watch [open]
Nov 2, 2017 22:57:54 GMT -5
Post by Churchstone on Nov 2, 2017 22:57:54 GMT -5
It was still and it was quiet. Too quiet. Many a mouse would scoff at such a notion, dismiss it as folly for how could anything possibly be too quiet, but the brindled behemoth perched motionless atop a stone that matched his pelt almost exactly was not such a mouse. His existence was silence and as such, he knew it well. He knew the quiet of peace, knew that it was not really quiet at all, and he knew quiets such as this. This was the quiet of the world holding its breath, still and absolute, waiting for something to happen.
The question was…what? Was this merely the calm before a storm as life hunkered down to wait out nature’s wrath? It was very much likely, for the earth had grown colder in recent days, the sky darker, the winds sharper, biting teeth instead of pleasant fingers where it reached past his fur. The air itself smelled different, richer and full of mustiness. Perhaps it was just a storm, rolling in from afar, a harbinger for the cold struggle that loomed in the near future.
But then…perhaps it wasn’t. When one was small, all manner of horrors could make the world act in this way, and a raging storm was hardly the worst of it. And so he watched from his perch on high, the twitch of his nose and the occasional swiveling of his ears all that separated him from the cold stone beneath his paws.
The question was…what? Was this merely the calm before a storm as life hunkered down to wait out nature’s wrath? It was very much likely, for the earth had grown colder in recent days, the sky darker, the winds sharper, biting teeth instead of pleasant fingers where it reached past his fur. The air itself smelled different, richer and full of mustiness. Perhaps it was just a storm, rolling in from afar, a harbinger for the cold struggle that loomed in the near future.
But then…perhaps it wasn’t. When one was small, all manner of horrors could make the world act in this way, and a raging storm was hardly the worst of it. And so he watched from his perch on high, the twitch of his nose and the occasional swiveling of his ears all that separated him from the cold stone beneath his paws.