"Hello Darkness My Old Friend..."Username: IceFang
Name: Insomnia (Aka the Ghost, The Forest Spirit, The Night Howler.)
What it means: Inability to go to sleep, or inability to stay asleep long.
Why You picked it: Hid markings make a sort of haunting, eerie, washed out look to him, and the markings on his eyes and tail look like wide open eyes.
Gender: Male
Theme Song: Sound of Silence- Disturbed
Short Story:
The night was not silent.
It would not keep silent.
Not for long.
Two silver, washed out eyes blinked open under pale lids, with the quietness and intent of a predator. No, he was not sleeping. Just waiting. Waiting.
A mourning dove called its sad, sad tune. Nothing answered. A chipmunk scurried under dried leaves, half turned to mulch. Deer suddenly bounded across, crunching leaves. The night went silent except for the leaves rustling and crackling. The darkness' sound slowly came back. The tapping of a woodpecker on solid wood. A leaf rustled and fell to the ground.
If you looked up, you would see the stars. Far, far, far clearer out here than anywhere else on the planet of Earth. The other places, they have been soiled by dirty human hands. But not here.
Then, the silence shattered, exploded, sending every animal leaping, running, scattering. The ghost had come out.
Running, bounding, leaping, it ran and ran and ran, breath still, eerily quiet, through miles of land. White limbs and tail blurring into a single, gray streak.
This was Insomnia. The Ghost. The Spirit. The Howler.
No one ever saw him, none except for the animals. He was accepted by the animals, but never made any acquaintances.
He did not speak, could not speak real words, words that others could know. But he could communicate.
A snarl. A bark. A growl. A hiss. A rattle. A howl.
His running was almost silent. Leaves crunched, but only slightly, and he would be gone again.
The blood rushing in his ears melded into the rushing of waves.
The forest opened out onto a cliff, a sheer drop to the rocks, and the foaming, raging ocean. In front of him was the roaring, raging, howling sea. Angry, furious at being contained between mountains. Always spitting, lashing, frothing.
Everything was trapped, in a way.
The land was trapped under the sky. The sky was trapped under space. The humans were trapped looking for energy to keep alive. The animals were trapped surviving. He was trapped, never to be seen.
The only way out is death.
But no life would be taken needlessly tonight.
Tonight, still in a delicate balance.
Who knew what the future would bring, what the past would come back to haunt with?
Looking up, at the stars, the stars which had guided him everywhere, he straightened.
And howled.
