“Escape from Ackerley” a collaborative story
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Have fun! Mind if I control Faith while you’re gone? Just make choices for her and stuff like we’re doing with GoK, not get into her head and build character. 😛
*pulls forum out of the deep dark pit of lost forums and dusts it off*
Woops, how did that get there?
Farley didn’t move. Even when she heard Ash ask what happened, she didn’t move. Maybe if she stayed still, she would wake up and realize it was a dream.
Why had she done that? Why had Akaya stayed behind, even when she knew she was in danger? Farley wanted to not care, but she did care. Akaya would have cared if it was her.
She kept telling herself that she was a fox, and foxes could only look out for themselves, that’s the way it worked in the forest. But…that’s not what Akaya had done. Did that change things? Did that make herself a bad being? Why had Akaya stayed and not saved herself?
Questions, sadness, and confusion, raged in Farley’s head.
Beautiful things don't ask for attention
*sees topic* *squeals* *rapidly dusts it off then places it back on the shelf*
@jasmine @joelle-stone @birds-rockSorry for not being on! Not sure what to do with Silent at the moment. . . the Writer’s Block on my WIP seems to be determined to spread itself over all of my projects. *glares at giant concrete block obstructing my path*
Ummm. . . you there?
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
@jasmine @joelle-stone @birds-rock (when you get back. . .)
So. . . what’s the next story stage? I mean, what should happen next?
Should it be night, and then by morning the flood waters have receded (or something like that. . .), and the animals wake up to the sound of humans cutting down trees / using heavy machinery to make a dam?
Does that work?
((*wonders where on earth my brain got that* So either my writer’s block has worn off, or Hymn of the High Seas is a really good song for this. *shrugs and decides to roll with it*))
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
Yurp, works for me!
Okay! 😀 *turns on music that I think will work for Silent*
((Hi, this is me from the future after I’m done writing this post. Goodness gracious that turned out depressing. Apologies. . .))
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The sun was setting. My heart was heavy in my chest, almost as though someone had tied a stone to it, and had I been capable of crying, my eyes would have been as dry as stones in the the Sahara, with not a drop of water left to shed as a tear.
So this is what grief feels like.
Sadness I had felt before. Sadness that I couldn’t be like my adoptive, furry siblings, sadness that I was silent, and that it restricted me.
This was nothing like that.
I suppose that I ought to count myself lucky that I had never experienced the death of someone close to me before, and I guess that I was.
I certainly didn’t feel lucky, though.
Perhaps if I had dealt with this before, it would be easier now.
Did things like this even get easier over time?
I had no idea, no experience from which to draw.
The sun sank behind the distant hills, its final rays painting the clouds around it orange, yellow, and pink, and sweeping the rest of the sky’s expanse with twilight. Glimmering stars twinkled and laughed from galaxies light years away, at last peeking their shining faces through the atmosphere after waiting all day for the sun’s departure.
On any other night, I would have marveled at their beauty, just as I always did, but right now my heart was heavy, and my mind consumed with thoughts of Akaya.
What had it been like for her?
Had she been swept away by the currents, tangled in the branches of some fallen tree, or in the remains of some human trap?
Had she struggled? Fought?
Whatever she had done, it hadn’t worked. She was gone now.
Gone.
Perhaps it would have been easier to deal with this if I’d been born an animal that could cry. Then I could have released the pain in floods of tears, and been done with it.
But now. . .
A new thought flitted into my mind. A terrible thought. Frantically, I pushed it away, but it had already done its damage.
If I’d gotten there sooner, flown faster, would I have been able to save her?
I curled up on the soft grass a small distance away from the others, and hid my face beneath my wing so that they couldn’t see my pain.
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
Woohoo! The story is going again! Thanks @rebekah12!
@Everyone
I just discovered recently that there is an actual person named Farley other than the character I created, when I named my character I wasn’t trying to name her off of another person XD
Beautiful things don't ask for attention
Ash didn’t understand why everyone was so upset. It was just the predator getting what was coming to her, right?
But how would you feel if it were Cedar who was lost, or Ivy?
Ash hung his head. Why were his thoughts so good at making him feel like a fool?
Curling up on the grass a little away from the others, Silent tucked her gigantic head under her gigantic wing and trembled a bit. Ash suddenly felt bad – terrible. Here he was, happy the wolf was gone, when her friends were mourning.
Unable to believe he was doing it, Ash trotted over to Silent and awkwardly cleared his throat, nudging her shoulder with his antlers. “Hey.”
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Hey guys! Sorry i haven’t been active for A LONG TIME. But i’m hoping and thinking thats gonna change, as i have a little more free time. I’m about to have dinner, but either tonight or tomorrow i’ll get a post out.
YOUR BACK YAY YAY YAY!!!!!!!!
No worries! Life can REALLY get in the way sometimes. *glares at life stuff that steals my time*
Hwæt! Wē Gār-Dena in geār-dagum, pēod-cyninga, prym gefrūnon, hū õā æpelingas ellen fremedon!
AHA WE HAVE OUR MINK BACK!! *does ecstatic flips*
*coughs* I mean, “Welcome back!” 😛 And like Bekah said, no worries! School is really killing me these days. 🙂
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