(The binding)
Through what is known of the life and its callings humans are bound in a continuous root. In knowing this, those who roamed the Earth knew to never let it consume them.
In the highest of peaks sat a man. With folding skin that seemed to droop slowly down, and a face that spoke for his intelligence, for he had lived long past his prime and seen all that needed to be explained of this world. From his mouth, held a strange pipe of some sorts, through it a strange thick smog blew forth. Its shallowness covered all that it passed. The contraption was limited by what it could reach, small and only seeming to cover the sky he reached. Wearily, the man often took naps, the smog stopping and returning every once in a …show more content…
The fox felt his eyes sting from the glare he was giving the small crow. It's midnight black wings delicate and fragile, it occasionally pecked at the ground worming around for worms. Huffing through his mouth, the fox stood on his paws and began to walk away but not before the crow had gotten up and flown to his side. Its small crows feet landed down onto the foxes back, choosing to remain close to him.
“Leave me alone.” The fox spoke to the crow. He heard nothing back from the small creature. He wondered if it was even there anymore.
“Go away.” He said again but still nothing was said back. Not a minute had passed but the fox had already forgotten if the crow was even still there.
“Foxes are the most cunning of all creatures.” He gloated. “No one is able to go against us because we see it first.” He was silent when nothing was said back. “Be that way.” He ended in a huff, frustrated that there was nothing said by the crow. He started to believe it wasn't there anymore.
The fox continued on his long journey, he had no true destination, but his pride and egotistical behavior made him believe that he had somewhere to go. There was a swinging feeling on the foxes neck, something hung silently, a small fox that stood proud. A symbol of some sort? The crow was …show more content…
It was probably the look he saw in his eyes.
“Did you know I met a human once?” The fox muttered after sometimes seeming to forget that he was even annoyed. “He was ranting on about something that didn't entirely make sense. Something about order and the fact that the sun was being unfair to them. He spoke about his sun dance, a way to make the sun change her mind. I don't think she did.”
Of course, she didn’t. The crow thought to himself. Quietly he let the fox talk because truly he was never even there.
“It's okay I guess,” He muttered shaking his fur. “He was strange anyways, had such strange clothing around him. A bear on his neck. I didn't even understand why.” He kept rambling on so much so that it seemed like he actually thought someone was there.
When the fox settled back down, he finally noticed that there was no one there to begin with.
The old man sighed and rubbed his reddish gray hair. There was a silent breeze in the air that did not settle. Though the sun rose in the sky, he knew the sun had once again not