Edit: Also Colored in Giftlines
If you want you can by pass it
I don't mind, but this is a piece of Ivory's past and well I thought I'd spin this tale right. Anyway I have to go back to class ;w;
The once bright blue skies were filled with a canvas of clouds, all grey. They rolled across the countryside, heavy with rain and ready to release a storm for the parched land below. And it was there on the grassy plains there stood a lone Hyenea. Her fur windswept and unkempt, her eyes gleaming sapphire and a shock of white for a mane and tail she stood watching the clouds race swiftly across the sky. Behind her the sound of sheep bleeting and carrying on. One, a young lamb baa'd at her and playfully she chased it around the fields. Back then, Ivory lived a quiet, lovable life with her human companion, Leon. He was a blind sheep hearder and Ivory was always by his side. Today was no exception. "C'mon Leo! We gotta get going!" she barked her tail wagging excited as she paused for a moment and then chased after the little lamb. It baa'd happily and raced to it's flock and Ivory couldn't help but race towards it. Leon smiled quietly, brown hair blowing in the quiet breeze that swept by caressing his bronze toned skin and freckled cheeks, and with his staff he ran after her, his tattered robe tail flying out behind him.
Perhaps it was odd that a young man like him should be here all alone, with no one but his sheep and this little Hyenea with him, but he enjoyed this peace. This quiet. It put him in ease that just couldn't be found elsewhere in the world. Not to mention there were no doctors poking him every minute of the day. Just his sheep and this Hyenea. Just how he'd always want it. Just how it was supposed to be. He smiled softly, misty azure eyes staring up ahead seeing nothing but feeling everything. From the tremors of earth, to the wisps of the winds. His ears heard all, his fingers and feet touched all. Perhaps he was robbed of sight, but he'd always see this life of his in lovely new ways. Ways that simply couldn't be easily put into words.
And that was fine.
Brought out of his inner musings, as he often was found to be lost in, by the barking of his beloved troublemaking pup, Leon pressed on, using his stick to feel around. Meanwhile, young kit that she was, Ivory waited impatiently for him, the young lamb lying beside her. She wasn't sure why the sheep never seemed afraid of her or why the lambs were always so playful with her, but she didn't care too badly. Nosing into the lambs soft wool she lied down with a soft smile. They followed her around all the time and Leon would kid that she was their leader. The Green sheep, he'd say, though how he knew she was in fact green of fur, she had no clue. With this lamb nestled into her she supposed she was their green sheep that just so happened to eat meat, bark, and go inside with Leon.
Yes. Being the Green Sheep was just fine. Ivory wagged her tail and gazed up as Leon finally began to approach them, his staff feeling around, ears perked up for any single sound. Ivory barked three times, a signal to him as to where they were. The sheep clustered close and it was in the cool, damp morning that Ivory sat with dew dampening her legs and grass in her mane as she rolled around on the ground with a smile. Leon sat down beside her chuckling. "Hello there, little sheep." Growling playfully as he sat down, Ivory jumped into his lap. The brunette laughed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest for a moment and Ivory felt the ease and contentment she'd always missed on her own.
Here in this misted place far from anyone else's views but their own, Ivory felt safe in this little niche of the world. Far, from the cages and pet life she'd almost been subjected to. Instead she found herself free here with the sheep and their Shepherd. And that was alright. This was alright.
But that had been moons ago and like everyone learns all good things must come to an end. And the end came with guns.
And Ivory would never forget how long she waited for Leon to awaken again.
How long she'd tried to herd the sheep away before they were stolen by strange men, strangers.
Back then when all she knew were the lush mountain tops and low valleys that were taken from her. The cages had come back, but this time with far worse than collars and guns. The Cages had come for fur. And it was her own that they were hunting. Now however...now she lived on the run from those in search of rich vibrant green fur. And what better place to hide than in Africa, where wild creatures roam and even wilder stories are told. Here under the scorching sun and blazing heat, she now resides, but never has she forgotten the blind boy and his sheep.
Nor the content she once felt. If only she could feel it now, but then again the ivory once taken is never returned and she knows she'll never find home back there again. It died with her Shepard.
Perhaps it was odd that a young man like him should be here all alone, with no one but his sheep and this little Hyenea with him, but he enjoyed this peace. This quiet. It put him in ease that just couldn't be found elsewhere in the world. Not to mention there were no doctors poking him every minute of the day. Just his sheep and this Hyenea. Just how he'd always want it. Just how it was supposed to be. He smiled softly, misty azure eyes staring up ahead seeing nothing but feeling everything. From the tremors of earth, to the wisps of the winds. His ears heard all, his fingers and feet touched all. Perhaps he was robbed of sight, but he'd always see this life of his in lovely new ways. Ways that simply couldn't be easily put into words.
And that was fine.
Brought out of his inner musings, as he often was found to be lost in, by the barking of his beloved troublemaking pup, Leon pressed on, using his stick to feel around. Meanwhile, young kit that she was, Ivory waited impatiently for him, the young lamb lying beside her. She wasn't sure why the sheep never seemed afraid of her or why the lambs were always so playful with her, but she didn't care too badly. Nosing into the lambs soft wool she lied down with a soft smile. They followed her around all the time and Leon would kid that she was their leader. The Green sheep, he'd say, though how he knew she was in fact green of fur, she had no clue. With this lamb nestled into her she supposed she was their green sheep that just so happened to eat meat, bark, and go inside with Leon.
Yes. Being the Green Sheep was just fine. Ivory wagged her tail and gazed up as Leon finally began to approach them, his staff feeling around, ears perked up for any single sound. Ivory barked three times, a signal to him as to where they were. The sheep clustered close and it was in the cool, damp morning that Ivory sat with dew dampening her legs and grass in her mane as she rolled around on the ground with a smile. Leon sat down beside her chuckling. "Hello there, little sheep." Growling playfully as he sat down, Ivory jumped into his lap. The brunette laughed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest for a moment and Ivory felt the ease and contentment she'd always missed on her own.
Here in this misted place far from anyone else's views but their own, Ivory felt safe in this little niche of the world. Far, from the cages and pet life she'd almost been subjected to. Instead she found herself free here with the sheep and their Shepherd. And that was alright. This was alright.
But that had been moons ago and like everyone learns all good things must come to an end. And the end came with guns.
And Ivory would never forget how long she waited for Leon to awaken again.
How long she'd tried to herd the sheep away before they were stolen by strange men, strangers.
Back then when all she knew were the lush mountain tops and low valleys that were taken from her. The cages had come back, but this time with far worse than collars and guns. The Cages had come for fur. And it was her own that they were hunting. Now however...now she lived on the run from those in search of rich vibrant green fur. And what better place to hide than in Africa, where wild creatures roam and even wilder stories are told. Here under the scorching sun and blazing heat, she now resides, but never has she forgotten the blind boy and his sheep.
Nor the content she once felt. If only she could feel it now, but then again the ivory once taken is never returned and she knows she'll never find home back there again. It died with her Shepard.
