Wutaiverse Update
It's Zack! Finally.
Another week, another update, are you guys spoiled or what?
Title: 1985 - 02 - Of the Jungle
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom/Pairing: FF7/None (eventual Aeris/Cloud/Sephiroth/Zack)
Disclaimer: SqaureEnix Owns, I'm just having some fun.
Notes: Zack!
Summary: What if Momma Strife had taken Cloud and Aeris and gone to Wutai?
Constructive criticism will be hugged while flames will be used to line the bunny hutch.
Enjoy Ladies and Gentlemen.
1985 - 02 - Of the Jungle
Rains in the morning, rains at night, air so thick with mist he sometimes didn’t know whether he was on land or swimming. The jungle was both his cradle and his grave, took just as it gave and just as his parents, taught him what he needed to know.
From his father he learned how to limb a tree without disturbing a single leaf, how to use the branches and vines to get where he needed to go, and how to wash in the rain without getting sick or be attacked by something.
From his mother he learned how to wait for the fish to be at just the right spot, how to sneak up on a gagighandi close enough to touch, without it ever knowing, and how to fill his canteen without visiting any body of water.
From the jungle he learned that no one stays on top forever, that even if you follow the rules bad stuff can still happen, and that sometimes you had to hurt in order to heal.
The jungle was his cradle, his teacher, his sustenance, and someday, his grave.
Zack knew this, but sometimes he couldn’t help but climb the tallest trees and look to the horizons. To the rising sun, with its tales of the places it had been, the trade roads that murmured of the many feet that had traveled them, the deep blue rivers that sang of the creatures they watered, and to the setting sun, whispering in excitement of the new lands it would see.
Zack knew this was his place, his, home, but a small part of him-though sometimes rather loud-wondered what was beyond the jungles he saw. Wondered what it would be like to follow the trade roads till they vanished to dust, chase the sun and take part in its discovery of new countries, or drift down the rivers to the ocean, meeting all those connected by the azure threads.
Let me know what you think, later.
Another week, another update, are you guys spoiled or what?
Title: 1985 - 02 - Of the Jungle
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom/Pairing: FF7/None (eventual Aeris/Cloud/Sephiroth/Zack)
Disclaimer: SqaureEnix Owns, I'm just having some fun.
Notes: Zack!
Summary: What if Momma Strife had taken Cloud and Aeris and gone to Wutai?
Constructive criticism will be hugged while flames will be used to line the bunny hutch.
Enjoy Ladies and Gentlemen.
1985 - 02 - Of the Jungle
Rains in the morning, rains at night, air so thick with mist he sometimes didn’t know whether he was on land or swimming. The jungle was both his cradle and his grave, took just as it gave and just as his parents, taught him what he needed to know.
From his father he learned how to limb a tree without disturbing a single leaf, how to use the branches and vines to get where he needed to go, and how to wash in the rain without getting sick or be attacked by something.
From his mother he learned how to wait for the fish to be at just the right spot, how to sneak up on a gagighandi close enough to touch, without it ever knowing, and how to fill his canteen without visiting any body of water.
From the jungle he learned that no one stays on top forever, that even if you follow the rules bad stuff can still happen, and that sometimes you had to hurt in order to heal.
The jungle was his cradle, his teacher, his sustenance, and someday, his grave.
Zack knew this, but sometimes he couldn’t help but climb the tallest trees and look to the horizons. To the rising sun, with its tales of the places it had been, the trade roads that murmured of the many feet that had traveled them, the deep blue rivers that sang of the creatures they watered, and to the setting sun, whispering in excitement of the new lands it would see.
Zack knew this was his place, his, home, but a small part of him-though sometimes rather loud-wondered what was beyond the jungles he saw. Wondered what it would be like to follow the trade roads till they vanished to dust, chase the sun and take part in its discovery of new countries, or drift down the rivers to the ocean, meeting all those connected by the azure threads.
Let me know what you think, later.