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Posted by Mirai d'Halifax + Tsukanoma on 1/25/2007, 3:38 pm He had not ventured into these sacred lands in the whole of his life. That he did so now demonstrated the dire nature of his situation. Mirai d’Halifax, final son of the vanished Halifax and Celtic Sprite, was not one to be swayed by rumor and whisper. He was not one to believe in the supernatural or ethereal. He was a cynic, believing only what his paws could touch, his nose could scent, his tongue could taste, his ears could detect. It was a strange trait to possess, but by no means unique. After all, how could a creature without sight know the difference between dragon and lizard? Witness the flight of a lupine, canine, feline, vulpine across the moon? Watch in wonderment as the dead returned, or the living fell to dust? No, Mirai did not believe in what he could not himself experience. So, why had he arrived at such a hallowed place now? A place of superstition and myth? A place where flaming birds were said to court their subjects, where deceased loved ones might return for one last conversation? It was precisely because he held no faith that his paws led him toward the unfamiliar quarter of the mountain. He lacked faith, but the femme traveling at his side did not. She was nearly the mirror image of the brute; but while he wore his black pelt shaded dusk by an ivory overcoat, she possessed one of white down dusted over by ebony and tinged a stormy gray. While his eyes were pale blue surrounded in faded gold, hers were gold framed in blue. They were alike, and at the same time dissimilar. They were more than just brother and sister; they were of the same blood, the same frame and the same soul. Tsukanoma had stopped speaking several months prior. She simply woke one day and failed to return her brother’s greeting, to answer his questions. It was an illness of the mind, Mirai feared, and he had tried with brotherly passion to make her well again. She had nurtured him with his handicap since they were young, always shining as the brightest, strongest and most affectionate of their litter. Were it not for the strength she had leant him during those first heady months, Mirai knew he could not be the accomplished youth of his present. And so, it was time to return the favor, in whatever way proved most possible. And so they ventured here, his sister silent as the breath of the wind in this land. He could not see the wolf at his side, but he could sense the veil of depression that had wrapped itself around Tsuka like a mother’s presence. It had been hard to communicate since Tsuka was without voice, Mirai without eyes. But somehow, they managed to protect and guide one another. Mirai would be her words, Tsuka his sight. There was an understanding that lay between the two siblings, one that, while not ethereal, was supernatural all the same.
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Say it right, say it all,
You either got it, or you don't,
You either stand or you fall...
When it slips from your hand,
When there's no time for joking,
There's a hole in the plan.
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