Post by Muse on Feb 27, 2016 21:03:49 GMT -5
Muse couldn’t sleep. The moon had reached its zenith, and she had woken restless and uneasy again. The den was cold with the reminder that winter was in full swing, and frost had crept its way into the opening, turning the frozen ground at her paws white. Although she couldn’t quite remember what she had been dreaming of, the mood of her inner subconscious remained sour. There was a cloud in her mind, thick as an impenetrable fog telling her that something was her fault. She shivered, and with nothing to do besides stretch her limbs, the restless she-wolf lifted herself off the ground in one swift movement and peered out at the world.
It had snowed in the night, and flakes were still drifting lazily down from the heavens. Where the great expanse of gray had parted, light from the moon shone down on the land. With a sigh, Muse stepped out into the cold. Her paw sunk a few inches into the new packed snow, and the chill hit the pads of her paws. Ignoring it, she stepped on until she was trudging a path of brand new paw prints out onto the pains. She loved the sight of freshly fallen snow. With so much light reflecting off the pristine landscape, the rolling hills of white looked fake.
The silver light of the moon illuminated the tips of her ivory pelt as she padded across the plains. Each step forward was bringing her nowhere, and yet she plodded on, her mind drifting like the billows of snow in the wind.
Am I still dreaming? The thought came to her lazily as she peered up at the sky, trying to distinguish whether or not she could possibly be awake and the land could possibly be so beautiful and so utterly quiet. She was so used to colors bursting in her mind. Swirling and gliding and bubbling in constant motion, that the calm of night was almost eerie. Audits swiveled atop her head, but nothing came to them except the distant whistle of a coming wind. The quiet noise was nothing more than a faded blue shade behind her lids, almost unnoticeable in her mind.
The amount of unchanged landscape around her suddenly made her realize how utterly small she was in the grand scheme of things. She was in pack territory—her pack, Ananke, was her home now… but loneliness gnawed at her stomach like a festering plague. It had followed her here, like her shadow follows her in the light of the sun.
And it is my fault they have gone. Like everyone close to me.
She squeezed her heterochromia eyes shut, knowing their dual colors were one of the reasons she was this way. Why she was different.
Sorrow overflowed, and so did the moisture building in the corners of her eyes. A pair of tears, each identical to the other, flowed into the fur on opposite sides of her face. A whimper escaped her, and soon turned to a whine. The color of her pain was pink, flush and raw. And when she tilted her head back and let loose a howl, that color darkened until it bloomed purple in her mind. She was alone, but she could still sing, and she could still show the barren white sea of snow what it was like to be isolated.
Count | 565
Tagged | n/a
Muse | Excellent
Notes | Just throwing this up! Anyone is free to join her.
It had snowed in the night, and flakes were still drifting lazily down from the heavens. Where the great expanse of gray had parted, light from the moon shone down on the land. With a sigh, Muse stepped out into the cold. Her paw sunk a few inches into the new packed snow, and the chill hit the pads of her paws. Ignoring it, she stepped on until she was trudging a path of brand new paw prints out onto the pains. She loved the sight of freshly fallen snow. With so much light reflecting off the pristine landscape, the rolling hills of white looked fake.
The silver light of the moon illuminated the tips of her ivory pelt as she padded across the plains. Each step forward was bringing her nowhere, and yet she plodded on, her mind drifting like the billows of snow in the wind.
Am I still dreaming? The thought came to her lazily as she peered up at the sky, trying to distinguish whether or not she could possibly be awake and the land could possibly be so beautiful and so utterly quiet. She was so used to colors bursting in her mind. Swirling and gliding and bubbling in constant motion, that the calm of night was almost eerie. Audits swiveled atop her head, but nothing came to them except the distant whistle of a coming wind. The quiet noise was nothing more than a faded blue shade behind her lids, almost unnoticeable in her mind.
The amount of unchanged landscape around her suddenly made her realize how utterly small she was in the grand scheme of things. She was in pack territory—her pack, Ananke, was her home now… but loneliness gnawed at her stomach like a festering plague. It had followed her here, like her shadow follows her in the light of the sun.
And it is my fault they have gone. Like everyone close to me.
She squeezed her heterochromia eyes shut, knowing their dual colors were one of the reasons she was this way. Why she was different.
Sorrow overflowed, and so did the moisture building in the corners of her eyes. A pair of tears, each identical to the other, flowed into the fur on opposite sides of her face. A whimper escaped her, and soon turned to a whine. The color of her pain was pink, flush and raw. And when she tilted her head back and let loose a howl, that color darkened until it bloomed purple in her mind. She was alone, but she could still sing, and she could still show the barren white sea of snow what it was like to be isolated.
Count | 565
Tagged | n/a
Muse | Excellent
Notes | Just throwing this up! Anyone is free to join her.
