© 2002-2019 Rochelle
Published on stormrise.com on February 19, 2002
of the behavior depicted in this story began well away from
the Hurst, and was unknown to any of the other elves. -Ed.
The morning wasn't
stormy and bleak, in fact just to spite the whole air of
the moment it was sunny and filled with the songs of the
surrounding woods. Darkrider, no more than five or six at
this time, looked out at those woods and felt the urge to
want to run out there and make them shut up, he wasn't having
a good day, so why did they get to?
"Oh there you
are honey, what are you looking at?" A shiver ran up Darkrider's
spine as his mother ran up behind him. Her long dark hair
flowing behind her, and her long and shapely form wrapped
in green waves of cloth. Behind her the boy could see Wildlight
talking with his father. That explained the feigned motherliness
of his vampiric guardian. She only loved him when there
was a tribe's mate around.
assured her without meeting her eyes.
"Oh now look
at you… you have dirt on your face, were you playing with
Rookshaw again?" His mother crouched down in front of him
to wipe the mud off. He looked away form her as she did
it, the fakeness of her actions made him feel sick to his
"Yeah." He admitted
as his eyes looked to the wolf in question. He had only
just bonded with Rookshaw a month ago, and the wolf was
Darkrider's world. It was his only friend he could tell
about everything, his only companion… he could play with
Rookshaw and pretend that his life wasn't the mockery that
for a kid to get dirty and play with his bond Emerald."
Darkrider's father laughed with his loud rousting tones.
"Isn't that right Wildlight?" He nudged the chief who only
smiled in return.
assured him. Just then there were shouts from across the
Hurst, some one was calling Wildlight's name and without
a word Wildlight took off at a run to answer the call. Darkrider's
parents watched him run to one of the other tribes mates
and between gestures and sends he was obviously getting
"He's such a
fool." Darkrider's father groaned.
"Now, now Darkwolf
he's just a pup doing a man's job that's all." Emerald sneered
as she dragged Darkrider to his feet and pulled him behind
her. He tripped slightly but caught his footing and followed
his mother's steps. Honestly he had no sense of balance,
but that was mostly because his legs wouldn't stop getting
longer. He had tried asking his mom when they would stop
growing… but the conversation that ensued had been enough
to make him never ask anything again.