08-13-2019, 09:56 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]❥ Sleep was an elusive creature. It evaded Dovedeparture like the plague. In the higher plane, she never had the need for sleep, but here, exhaustion seemed to replace the marrow in her bones. Try as she might, however, sleep would not come, so she decided a nighttime walk would do her well. Ivory paws traipsed in no particular direction. Her idea of the territory was still hazy at best, so wandering around seemed good enough for her. Once she was far enough from civilization to clear her mind, she halted and eased into a sitting position.
Viridian eyes flickered upwards, becoming instantly glued to the sky. The stars, like bullet holes against the darkness, burned with beautiful intensity. She attempted to decipher the constellations, but they seemed so distant to her now. A deep ache rested in her chest. Her true home was always just out of reach, and that was what bothered her most.
She wanted to look away, to escape the sky’s gravity, but she found herself unable. An hour must have passed by without her notice when her eyes caught something strange: there was movement and then, a blazing trail across the sky. A shooting star. A meteoroid. Her eyes followed it, watching as the chunk of ice, space dust, and debris were incinerated as it entered the atmosphere.
She wondered if that was what she looked like as she was cast from her once lofty home. She wondered if she looked spectacular as her whole being felt as though it were decaying. She wondered if her screams and sobs were soundless, lost in the otherworldly allure of her descent. As the meteor disintegrated, she decided her fall from grace was not breathtaking. She had not felt the warm embrace of the earth, nor had she been welcomed by the ground, nor wished upon.
The corner of Dove's lips turned down; a frown was the only thing painting her face as she watched the meteoroid disappear completely. "Pity," the lynx grumbled, standing. However, before she had time to turn away, a thousand lights came cascading down.
As countless shooting stars danced across the night sky, Dovedeparture watched in overawe. She had never seen anything like this since her time on the ground. She wasn't sure she had seen anything like this before her descent either.
She had never believed destruction to be beautiful, yet the picture it painted was lovely. In silence, she observed the meteor shower, realizing that perhaps falling was not as ugly and horrible as she once believed.
Viridian eyes flickered upwards, becoming instantly glued to the sky. The stars, like bullet holes against the darkness, burned with beautiful intensity. She attempted to decipher the constellations, but they seemed so distant to her now. A deep ache rested in her chest. Her true home was always just out of reach, and that was what bothered her most.
She wanted to look away, to escape the sky’s gravity, but she found herself unable. An hour must have passed by without her notice when her eyes caught something strange: there was movement and then, a blazing trail across the sky. A shooting star. A meteoroid. Her eyes followed it, watching as the chunk of ice, space dust, and debris were incinerated as it entered the atmosphere.
She wondered if that was what she looked like as she was cast from her once lofty home. She wondered if she looked spectacular as her whole being felt as though it were decaying. She wondered if her screams and sobs were soundless, lost in the otherworldly allure of her descent. As the meteor disintegrated, she decided her fall from grace was not breathtaking. She had not felt the warm embrace of the earth, nor had she been welcomed by the ground, nor wished upon.
The corner of Dove's lips turned down; a frown was the only thing painting her face as she watched the meteoroid disappear completely. "Pity," the lynx grumbled, standing. However, before she had time to turn away, a thousand lights came cascading down.
As countless shooting stars danced across the night sky, Dovedeparture watched in overawe. She had never seen anything like this since her time on the ground. She wasn't sure she had seen anything like this before her descent either.
She had never believed destruction to be beautiful, yet the picture it painted was lovely. In silence, she observed the meteor shower, realizing that perhaps falling was not as ugly and horrible as she once believed.
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[glow=black,200,600]but i broke my wings for you[/glow]
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[glow=black,1,100]i smiled as you untied our love for good