08-03-2018, 11:20 PM
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There is much one might speak of upon the matter of nostalgia, that feeling of wanton desire to return to a place and time when it had seemed simpler, bound in silent tension as the mind wanders upon those pockets of forgotten memory, left dusty and faded in the dark corners. Some part of her was haunted by such, felt the gentle tug of homesickness upon her heart, yet knew well the lessons she had learnt from it, felt the ache of it as a phantom limb seemed to move with her. Time had seen a reckless, idiotic child grow into an adult prone to accidents for her haste to get to things and yet tempered for it, who had stood before the flames and come out not unscathed but changed.
She held no words nor care to regard the destruction of her home in such a way, however, to see what good might come from the fragment pieces of a life she had been forced to abandon. Anger boiled within the pitch of her stomach for long hours as dragging steps drew her through a world who looked upon her with unkind eyes, a child once more left to the whim of emotion.
Sigh parts pale lips and she pushes aside this line of thought, slow steps beginning once more as she struggles to move, a rolling, hopping gait she has grown to despise. It seemed a great length of time had passed her since last her eyes had found the harsh sand, turned gold beneath the unforgiving sun, yet it had been only two days, every muscle in her body burning with exhaustion, tugging at her mind in hopes to drag her down. A soft growl escaped from the depths of her throat and on the white toned mountain lion forced herself to move, blurred gaze watching as the land once more changed around her.
“Huh...” A soft exhale of breath, tinged with confusion, as sand once more found her. It was different here, the grains fine and fair, touched by the tang of salt as the ocean lapped along the edge. Up her gaze was drawn until it settled upon another odd thing, brow furrowing over pink toned eyes. Within its own right it seemed a jewel of the sea, bobbing gently within the current, a multitude of colour which surly should have made it an eye sore and yet drew attention, each structure speaking of life.
For a time she contemplated moving closer, seeking shelter within buildings she thought long abandoned but though better of the action, settling heavily upon her hindquarters with another sigh, rolling her head back to stretch out her neck. Next her legs were stretched, the stump of what remained of her left foreleg wiggling uselessly as she loosened her tight muscles, half-lidded eyes set upon the ocean once this act was completed. She would wait for now, give her body time to rest, before she approached.
She held no words nor care to regard the destruction of her home in such a way, however, to see what good might come from the fragment pieces of a life she had been forced to abandon. Anger boiled within the pitch of her stomach for long hours as dragging steps drew her through a world who looked upon her with unkind eyes, a child once more left to the whim of emotion.
Sigh parts pale lips and she pushes aside this line of thought, slow steps beginning once more as she struggles to move, a rolling, hopping gait she has grown to despise. It seemed a great length of time had passed her since last her eyes had found the harsh sand, turned gold beneath the unforgiving sun, yet it had been only two days, every muscle in her body burning with exhaustion, tugging at her mind in hopes to drag her down. A soft growl escaped from the depths of her throat and on the white toned mountain lion forced herself to move, blurred gaze watching as the land once more changed around her.
“Huh...” A soft exhale of breath, tinged with confusion, as sand once more found her. It was different here, the grains fine and fair, touched by the tang of salt as the ocean lapped along the edge. Up her gaze was drawn until it settled upon another odd thing, brow furrowing over pink toned eyes. Within its own right it seemed a jewel of the sea, bobbing gently within the current, a multitude of colour which surly should have made it an eye sore and yet drew attention, each structure speaking of life.
For a time she contemplated moving closer, seeking shelter within buildings she thought long abandoned but though better of the action, settling heavily upon her hindquarters with another sigh, rolling her head back to stretch out her neck. Next her legs were stretched, the stump of what remained of her left foreleg wiggling uselessly as she loosened her tight muscles, half-lidded eyes set upon the ocean once this act was completed. She would wait for now, give her body time to rest, before she approached.
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike