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Date: Sat, 02 Oct 2004 22:10:17 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] - A Sign of the Times
Day 101
Early Morning
Weya awakened to the soft sound of the morning birds as they began to
call
and hearken the coming of the dawn. Weya stretched and went to curl
back
into the warm place she had just come from when it occurred to her,
she was
alone. She opened her eyes and saw that Dante had slipped from the
room,
and was gone. She checked for his boots and found then gone. She
tried to
go back to sleep, but found she could not. She also realized that
once
again she had managed to have a full night's rest with out any of the
night
terrors she had been experiencing off and on since the night she and
Dante
had been attacked.
For a time she had not had them, and she felt they had been due to the
attack, her injury and the trauma surround it. But once she had moved
into
the searchling barracks that the dreams, or nightmares, or the terrors
as
she referred to them as, had returned. She had not quite discovered
why she
only seemed to have them on certain nights, or why she felt safer
around
Dante than with a room full of people.
Weya was not, nor never had been one for crowds or rooms full of
people.
She had come to learn to live with the numerous people in the medical
center, but she still preferred the quietness of Dante's place.
That he had fixed up both places for her touched her deeply. So, on
the
nights of his patrols, she slept in her place he created for her in
the
barracks, and on the afternoons and evenings of his day off, they
spent
their time together, and she enjoyed having him back in her life.
She had come to realize that with them now living in the Warren, many
ways
of their previous life together had been altered and changed. Weya
struggled
with these changes, but Dante appeared to be happier surrounded with
others
of his kind. His relation****p with his sister Akety was im****tant as
well,
and now that they were not patrolling together, their similar tempers
did
not bristle and annoy one another.
So, now, she lay here, and for some reason Dante was gone, much
earlier that
he usually was on the day he had to fly patrol. She found she could
not
waste the day and so rose and straightened up the room, and readied
herself
for the day ahead.
She had been practicing on the practice field in the early mornings
and in
the dusk of the evenings when the others were not around. She did not
know
why, but she felt that she was not a true part of this warren, and not
being
anyone's mate, or joined with a dragon, her position here was
precarious at
best.
So, she often watched the others practice, and enjoyed their struggle
to
learn new skills, and feats and even silently urged and cheered many
on.
She also watched and learned the way of things, and learned more about
the
warren and it's way of life than from talking with and asking
questions of
the others.
She had practiced with her bow and once again regained her skill at
her
beloved weapon. She loved the thrill of the hunt, the chasing down of
the
prey, the setting of the trap and then the kill. She only killed for
food,
and supplies, and she knew that most here would not eat nor use most
of what
she could hunt at this point in her development and recovery.
Shooting at target figures filled with straw or sand was completely
different than tracking, chasing down a living and breathing animal
and
making a clean kill. With that thought in mind, she knew what she
wished to
begin today.
Today was the first day of her scouting around, and tracking the
various
smaller predators and varmints surrounding the Warren. She had
promised
Dante that she would not forage deep within the larger forests that
surrounded their new home.
No, she would stick to the lightly dense wooded areas before the great
meadowlands and begin her new training. She would begin small like
she had
with her archery skill and work up to being able to once again hunt
like the
huntress she was.
She found light snacks for her to nibble on while beginning her new
training. She would not eat before this hunt, to better give her a
reason
to work through learning her new steps, and the endurance she knew
would
have to be built up over time. She had been injured so severely that
no one
was sure if she would live, much less walk again. Due to Panda and
Adams,
she had proved that wrong and altho she would have a slight limp, and
permanent damage to her leg, she could walk, and she was determined to
hunt
again.
So, as the light of the dawn turned the soft rosy hue, she stepped out
of
Dante's place and made her way down to the Green. No one was
stirring, not
that she figured anyone would, and she could see the night watch as
they
patrolled from the skies. Dante was not to be found, and she figured
he and
Jacks had gone for a ride, or impromptu patrol. She knew that both
were
antsy about their new enemy, and like the others in the Warren, many
found
different ways to deal with the stress of having a new foe, and no way
to
fight nor protect their loved ones.
Weya slowly walked out from the Green and headed up to the practice
field to
warm up as she always did and think through that which she needed to
put
into practice.
She loved this time of the day, it was fresh, clean, and only the
sound of
nature called to her. She had forgotten how much she missed those
sounds.
To her they were music to her heart and balm to her soul.
Slowly she made her way to the field and began her workout. She was
uninterrupted and so she enjoyed the peace of the morning. She went
through
some of the exercises that Adams had shared with her, and even Palace
had
offered to help her with her evening ones so she would not tighten up
and
lose some of the progress she had made.
Once the sun was a hint in the horizon, she took off on a slow run,
more of
a fasted pace walk that used her muscles, and helped her focus on the
ground
and surrounding area.
Weya picked out many of the familiar flora and healing herbs that her
grandmother had taught her the uses of. She saw and recognized some
of the
tiny tracks made by the field mice, the shrews and other tiny rodents
that
inhabited this type of landscape. She saw the scat of several other
larger
animals and noted their texture, and whether they were days old or
fresh.
She enjoyed the view of the small corpse of woods, and began to look
forward
to getting into the more dense and thicker parts of it and the great
meadowlands that lay beyond. She followed the small footpath and
noticed
that it appeared that there had been a fire of some sort recently, and
she
wondered if it had been one of the attacks of the creatures and the
flames
of the dragons as they drove them off.
She slowed her gait and noticed that more and more vegetation showed
signs
of great distress and even more, she noticed that several of the older
trees
that had fallen to become new homes for the life within this place had
been
burnt heavily.
The scent of scorched earth and brush assaulted her nose and senses,
and it
appeared she was entering a part of the glade that had been hardest
hit.
When she stepped through the brush she was not prepared for the sight
that
met her eyes.
Weya gasped and cried out in anguish at the scene before her. Gone
were the
woods, the meadowlands, and every living thing in between. The earth
was
blackened and charred, there was nothing left, nothing standing, only
knobby
stumps that were haggard, rough and looked as if brunt while standing.
She knelt down and touched the earth; thinking perhaps this had just
happened. She was surprised that the ground was not still warm to the
touch. The layers of dark sooty ash covered the landscape. She
pulled her
hand away and she was covered in ash. She stretched out and patted
the
ground, and uncovered several small remains of burnt bones of the
littlest
of the woodland creatures.
She stood back up and felt her hot tears on her cheeks. Who had done
such a
thing? Why? She moved forward still in shock and disbelief, and
looked
around her and even out a ways. No, this had been done deliberately.
This
had been done by man, and with a purpose.
She stepped lightly and further into the charred desolate wastelands
and saw
that this destruction appeared to encircle...Weya turned around slowly
and
looked all around her. It encircled the Warren.
But.why? She thought. Why would someone destroy the woods and
meadowlands?
Not to mention the brimming life that had once lived here. From what
she
could tell, nothing survived. All life had been wiped out.
She felt the rage in her heart, and longed to discover and find out
who and
why. As she stood lost and alone in this wasteland she suddenly heard
the
sounds of dragon wings about the time she felt the wind kick up the
soot,
the ash and the dust surrounding her and causing her to cover her eyes
as
she coughed trying to breathe.
"WHO are you and State YOUR purpose here!" Called out a rather
menacing
voice.
"Where are you from?" another called out.
As the debris settled and Weya managed to find the air she needed to
breathe
she looked up and found herself looking into the eyes of 2 very burly
riders
on their large dragons. Having 4 sets of eyes peering at her did not
make
Weya feel any more comfortable, nor did she realize very welcome.
"I be from the Warren." She replied simply, thinking this would solve
their
issues with her, and she could begin to ask them what had happened
here.
"I don't recognize you." The one on the dark blue dragon retorted with
a
slight sneer. "You one of the townies?"
"Townies?" she asked in all sincerity. "I don't catch thy meanin?"
"You talk funny." The shorter of the two spoke up jumping down from
his
dapple-grey dragon. "Where you from?" he asked leering at her. She
did not
wear the clothes of anyone he had seen before, and that bow. That was
not
from around here.
"Call it in." he yelled to his partner. "Already done mate." The
larger man
spoke as he too jumped from the back of his dragon to get a closer
look.
"It appears we may have us a spy." He grinned evilly. "Ya know, like
Lexi
was talkin about."
Both men glared at her and Weya knew it was not wise for her at this
junction to try to run, or move in any way that they would deem as a
threat.
"Sybil will get it out of her." The larger man spoke up and both
laughed.
"You came poking your nose into the wrong place missy."
Just then the sound of another set of dragon wings could be heard and
Weya
looked up and saw a large dark green dragon appear near them and land.
She
gasped softly as she saw a woman jump off and make her way towards
them.
She was just a bit taller than Weya and strode like a man. She
stopped in
front of her and looked her up and down. Weya gasped at the beauty who
stood
before her.
[TAG EDDIE- What does Sybil have to say?]
[SUMMARY]
Weya awakens alone and ponders a few things, before deciding it is now
time
for her to begin retraining herself for hunting. She makes her way to
what
she thinks is the smaller woods and meadowlands, only to discover
total
destruction and charred carnage. She is discovered by a patrol and
they
call their wingleader.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Weya
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