Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Aug 30, 2016 15:42:36 GMT
The wind, chill and sharp as a razor, sliced into flesh. Old trees that withstood time’s test stood tall from root to trunk. With canopy thick branches and leaves spanned out all across the green mountain. Superia thrived in her solitude, keeping a peaceful mind when not in another’s presence. With only nocturnal animals foraging for food she carefully treaded where no Human dared for decades. Wise blue eyes felt nature’s flow from earth sea and sky. Above head right arm raised high, through a small opening above, reaching for the moon. Old words passed softly from pale lips. Unseen threads were tugged and molded, overlapping as words weaved a spell of power.
Stories told her kind as destroyers, monsters who defied more than the natural order. However, as chilled winds kissed pale flesh nature’s life pulsed as left hand rested her upper body against an old trunk. Far away and all around nature’s bounty flowed into her mind. Soon summer’s death would come yet death signified a new beginning. From her mind she tugged on the phantasmal energies found in all things, Simply because her kind destroyed did not mean all did. With similar yet different beliefs Superia’s mind tingled with warmth, as though fuzzy green brown and gray chalk carved ancient symbols.
From all directions Superia felt spiritual matter and energy, the ebb and flow like a river and she began walking once more towards a thicket. Wise eyes looked where others would not. Certain markings signaled a path with old symbols that had been long yet not faded; Carved into stone and tree alike Superia went interrupted by wolves large as a horse or boars well feed as buffalo. The small porcelain doll was not scared for she had no reason to be. With but a momentary eye passed by boar and wolf Superia carried on. With dark brown leather backpack she marched up and downhill, through thick brush and across rough mountain stream.
When heaven above signaled soon water would fall Superia made a declaration. ”From crown to toe, from skin to bone; A house I must make where through water and wind may not seep.”
