Winter's Howl [finished]
Jul 28, 2019 13:30:20 GMT -8
Post by Meds on Jul 28, 2019 13:30:20 GMT -8
Murmur;
Never had Murmur had the pleasure of having such a long conversation with another being, and even less often were his interactions so thick with intelligent comments. For indeed, his own comments were intelligent, in perhaps a round about way--and often it took an equally intelligent creature to decipher what it was he was actually saying. Gwal was certainly intelligent, and interesting, as well. Had she not been, Murmur would have already blended back into the snow shadows around them.
She still referred to him as a dragon. The words were empty of course, meaningless, but at the same time it almost felt nice to hear titles that meant nothing get attached to him. It gave him almost an other-worldly feeling, though he couldn't explain why.
"That's part of the game," His voice rang out again, light and soft--even soothing, if one hadn't seen whom the voice had come from. He licked his tusks again with a long, wet tongue. "Bearing secrets may be a dangerous practice, but if it is, surely whispering secrets to others and forcing them to become bearers as well is no less safe." That was just it. There was no safe option when it came to secrets. Murmur had saved his own skin--and even the skin of others--with secrets many times. "The danger is felt most keenly by those that the secrets are about." He slowed his pace and began to shuffle through the snow, allowing the ice to hitch and break under his long claws. "They feel danger relating to what would happen if the secrets got out." He smiled, thinking of all the unfaithful Alphas, the two-timing Betas, the dark-worshiping shamans that he had outed. "But those that were told the secrets, the bearers, may feel danger relating to A: What would happen to them if the secret got out and they were the one to have told it. Or B: The general danger of knowing things that others don't want you to." It was all too easy to silence secret bearers. Murmur knew this as well.
It was part of the reason he spoke so softly.
As he spoke and finished his thought, the first rays of golden (though red in the ice) light began to peek through the far horizon. Murmur's purple eyes shivered as they landed on the subtle glow. It would be a sunrise--though he doubted it would much change the temperature of where they currently found themselves.
Never had Murmur had the pleasure of having such a long conversation with another being, and even less often were his interactions so thick with intelligent comments. For indeed, his own comments were intelligent, in perhaps a round about way--and often it took an equally intelligent creature to decipher what it was he was actually saying. Gwal was certainly intelligent, and interesting, as well. Had she not been, Murmur would have already blended back into the snow shadows around them.
She still referred to him as a dragon. The words were empty of course, meaningless, but at the same time it almost felt nice to hear titles that meant nothing get attached to him. It gave him almost an other-worldly feeling, though he couldn't explain why.
"That's part of the game," His voice rang out again, light and soft--even soothing, if one hadn't seen whom the voice had come from. He licked his tusks again with a long, wet tongue. "Bearing secrets may be a dangerous practice, but if it is, surely whispering secrets to others and forcing them to become bearers as well is no less safe." That was just it. There was no safe option when it came to secrets. Murmur had saved his own skin--and even the skin of others--with secrets many times. "The danger is felt most keenly by those that the secrets are about." He slowed his pace and began to shuffle through the snow, allowing the ice to hitch and break under his long claws. "They feel danger relating to what would happen if the secrets got out." He smiled, thinking of all the unfaithful Alphas, the two-timing Betas, the dark-worshiping shamans that he had outed. "But those that were told the secrets, the bearers, may feel danger relating to A: What would happen to them if the secret got out and they were the one to have told it. Or B: The general danger of knowing things that others don't want you to." It was all too easy to silence secret bearers. Murmur knew this as well.
It was part of the reason he spoke so softly.
As he spoke and finished his thought, the first rays of golden (though red in the ice) light began to peek through the far horizon. Murmur's purple eyes shivered as they landed on the subtle glow. It would be a sunrise--though he doubted it would much change the temperature of where they currently found themselves.