15 July 2012
"I do not care for your blood, boy!" He roared, " I do not care for your childish, innocent reasons nor your petty grudges! I will not start a war!"
Joha looked back in to the red face of the man, anger flashing through his grey eyes. Lunê, the great wolf, growled deep in his chest.
"You coward," Joha said quietly, "Are you so naive as to reject the evidence I have brought to you?"
The man's face grew even redder, "Evidence?! You call gossip and hearsay evidence?!" he laughed.
Turi stepped forward, beautifully graceful with long shimmering chestnut hair and large brown eyes, "Joha, I think you better leave."
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"There is an old prophecy," Turi whispered across the fire, crackling in the night, "The old Grass Mother told us once, of the day when wolves seek to run with the herd. And how that day would signal the beginning of a new age."
Joha blinked, edging closer to her, "What does that mean, a new age?"
Turi shrugged, "No one really knows, father says it will be the end of the good years... And a return to famine." She shook her head, long chestnut head shimmering in the fire light.
"Perhaps it will mean the end of these times where our rulers sit on piles of gold and silver, while the rest of us break our backs to work to land." Joha felt his calm state rattle, "How long can we survive under the complacent rule of the rich?"
Turi blinked sadly, turning her gaze to her dainty mare image that grazed not far off with the rest of the herd.
"It is better than war," She said softly.
"Is it?" He replied, "Trixy would tell you we are already at war. One of the Princess' search parties razed her village, you know."
The tribe's princess looked back at him, her deep brown eyes studying his pale, grey ones. "Perhaps once the search is over, things will change."
Lunê, laid on her side looked up at Turi for a moment, breathing out with a 'huff'. Joha only sighed, "Far worse will come if she does find the portal. Far, far worse..."
The Image Realm | 11 • Opuss № I