Post by Ridley on Apr 6, 2013 15:17:48 GMT -6
I can't look at the stars
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on heaven's boulevard
And if I know you at all, I know you've gone too far
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on heaven's boulevard
And if I know you at all, I know you've gone too far
'We are born to die.'
He'd said it all the time. Every day when Ridley rose and every night before dreams stole her away, it seemed like her father went out of his way to reiterate the message. Life has no purpose save to make the most of it but, even then, everyone meets the same fate. It doesn't matter what you do in this life, what horrible creature you are or aren't—everyone just dies. Was it a hard message to swallow? No, because it held truth. It still did.
But her grandmother, Taru, had always been so... optimistic about life. She'd tell tale after tale of wonderful packs and wonderful wolves and all the wonderful things that had ever occurred in her long lifetime. There was always some happy ending, even in death. Ridley couldn't help but wonder if her father had found the same peace in death. She couldn't imagine Midas' features, so full of unforgiving and swollen with powerful guilt. No, Ridley was quite sure that her father had found no rest, not even in death. He was probably looking right back at her as she watched the stars above. His eyes were the stars now. The female could practically hear him from above, howling for redemption, howling for his daughter to rise and take her rightful place as ruler of Sapientia Sacolorum. His voice was a war cry.
Sprawled out against the cold ground, feeling the night's chill nuzzling deeper into her coat, Ridley turned away from the darkness of the sky. The stars needed to be quiet for a few moments, just long enough so she could collect her own thoughts. 'Can't you leave me be for a moment, father,' Ridley couldn't help but laugh for a brief moment. Awaiting her meeting with Eligius was more pressure than she realized. Her father's death, his ending, was something that called for bloodshed. It was not vengeance that called Ridley to battle. Instead, her family name's honor—their lineage needed protection. Out of her entire family, Ridley was the last wolf left alive. It was a brutal realization; a heavy burden that threatened to sink her. So what did she decide to do besides drown? Throw herself into war and paint her family's history in blood.
A sudden breeze, full of whispers that reminded Ridley of Taru's old, faded voice, ruffled her fur. Where was her guest? Eligius had opted to meet her, to discuss the death of Midas and possibly quell the rising tensions between the groups. Even so, Ridley was not very keen on the idea of abandoning her plans for conflict. While she would never admit it aloud, the wolf was rather glad to have her father's weight off her shoulders. He was no longer perched on her back, whispering his plans of Ridley's rise to power and complaining about Taru's horrible influence on his beloved daughter. With his pressure gone, Ridley was content to handle her new leadership how she saw fit. Her father would not control her decisions.
The fates had that decided already.