05-28-2018, 09:58 PM
A faint blue flame flickered through the forest. The apparition appeared in one spot for just a moment, before it vanished, and reappeared a few meters away. This process continued to repeat, the wisp continuing on her way, until suddenly it was gone, almost as if it had vanished into another dimension without a sight or sound. In it's place, however, stood another figure. Not nearly as ethereal as the blue flame had been, but just as exquisite. A young feline, around the age of eight months it seemed, with such beauty one could believe she had been sculpted by the gods. The calico flecks of her pelt seemed vibrant, in a way that it seemed they had been freshly painted upon her hairs by a grand artist, perhaps Da Vinci himself. Each atom arranged into the perfect model. Though of all her features, the most alluring seemed to be not her form, nor her coloration, but her luminaries. A set of piercing blue eyes, quite unlike what one would imagine on a calico, but still maintaining that same sense of pulchritude as the rest of her appearance. Those orbs seemed to hold a glow about them, just the slightest hint of the presence of something larger than this world.
How long had it been since she had a place to call home? It seemed that word had been on her mind a lot more through the recent seasons. Over the decades, she had always felt that she was a monster, a hideous beast atoning for her the mistakes of her life. She hadn't deserved a home, for no place truly accepted her. Instead, the wisp had had a plethora of different hideouts, places in which she had spent her time learning, searching for a way to stop the madness that was her existence. But that had all changed recently. She had found a way to return to a more ordinary form, and she had found herself able to socialize, as though she were not this sickening being that she believed herself to be. She had found a place within this strange world where others had accepted her, but even so the truth of what she was continued to frightened her. She did not wish her own misfortune upon those friends, and yet, it seemed as though just that had happened. The land had been ruined, leaders had died. Nothing good had come from her stay within that group, and so, the wisp had left. It had been for their sake, for their safety. So many lives had been hurt at the hands of the bad luck that spread to all those around her, she had wanted it to end. And yet, here she was again, wearing another disguise, and finding herself at another such border of a clan.
Perhaps she was not yet ready to return to the ways of isolation yet again, her brief time in the limelight having left her greedy. It was not that she wished to ruin more lives, but that she could not find the same serenity within loneliness as she once had. Her language studies had continued, and she had begun learning of more modern medicines too. She wished no longer to hurt, but to help. It wasn't as though she had meant to cause any harm in the first place, misfortune just happened, but now she was ready for it. She knew that there was no way to stop the inevitable death of those still living, however, she wished to prolong it for those who still had a chance. If she happened not to ruin any lives beyond repair this time around. The spirit's luminous blue gaze was raised up at the cloudy sky, her poise as faultless as her structure, and begun to quietly hum a Romanian lullaby. Though it was not a tune she knew from her life, she remembered hearing it before on her travels. After learning the language, it hadn't been too difficult to learn the song, especially for someone who had as much time to do as she pleased as Aileen. And so she waited, a slightly translucent form waiting to be spotted, waiting to be accepted by the living once again, she craved it.
How long had it been since she had a place to call home? It seemed that word had been on her mind a lot more through the recent seasons. Over the decades, she had always felt that she was a monster, a hideous beast atoning for her the mistakes of her life. She hadn't deserved a home, for no place truly accepted her. Instead, the wisp had had a plethora of different hideouts, places in which she had spent her time learning, searching for a way to stop the madness that was her existence. But that had all changed recently. She had found a way to return to a more ordinary form, and she had found herself able to socialize, as though she were not this sickening being that she believed herself to be. She had found a place within this strange world where others had accepted her, but even so the truth of what she was continued to frightened her. She did not wish her own misfortune upon those friends, and yet, it seemed as though just that had happened. The land had been ruined, leaders had died. Nothing good had come from her stay within that group, and so, the wisp had left. It had been for their sake, for their safety. So many lives had been hurt at the hands of the bad luck that spread to all those around her, she had wanted it to end. And yet, here she was again, wearing another disguise, and finding herself at another such border of a clan.
Perhaps she was not yet ready to return to the ways of isolation yet again, her brief time in the limelight having left her greedy. It was not that she wished to ruin more lives, but that she could not find the same serenity within loneliness as she once had. Her language studies had continued, and she had begun learning of more modern medicines too. She wished no longer to hurt, but to help. It wasn't as though she had meant to cause any harm in the first place, misfortune just happened, but now she was ready for it. She knew that there was no way to stop the inevitable death of those still living, however, she wished to prolong it for those who still had a chance. If she happened not to ruin any lives beyond repair this time around. The spirit's luminous blue gaze was raised up at the cloudy sky, her poise as faultless as her structure, and begun to quietly hum a Romanian lullaby. Though it was not a tune she knew from her life, she remembered hearing it before on her travels. After learning the language, it hadn't been too difficult to learn the song, especially for someone who had as much time to do as she pleased as Aileen. And so she waited, a slightly translucent form waiting to be spotted, waiting to be accepted by the living once again, she craved it.