Post by Annie on Dec 27, 2007 11:31:24 GMT -5
S U N D A N C E R
Life is a cruel thing,
Whatever it choses to bring,
Is always unknown.
As for me, I am prone,
To a life of nothing but a sad tone...
Life is a cruel thing,
Whatever it choses to bring,
Is always unknown.
As for me, I am prone,
To a life of nothing but a sad tone...
>> Why does my life tend to be so horrid? How can God just sit there and let life ravage its vengeance on someone who has done nothing wrong? It wasn't always like this as vaguely I remember a time of happiness in my life that was short lived. But the very few good times I have ever had are outweighed by the bad every time. How could life be so hard to live yet easy at the same time? Ebonite flints were placed softly and delicately upon the turf as I ambled on aimlessly. Stilts paused in their movements as I stopped, looking out into the open that served as the claiming lands. Did I really want to do this? Did I really want to trust a stag again? Well, that was an obvious answer. No, no I didn't want to trust a stag, but my life would get no where if I didn't. A nagging in the back of my head split through my thoughts. I flinched and dropped my shapely crown some, pools squinting closed.[/sub]
>> A branch snapped behind me and my apex swung up, my visionaries widening in fright as I spun around, the many fine, thick lines that marked my hide as scars seeming to blur. I wanted to shout out 'who's there', but my voice caught in my throat like every time I wanted to shout. My voice had just gone soft over the past year, I could hardly scream words except those of rage. A gray creature slipped from the bushes quietly and looked up at me with frightened brown eyes. Its nose was slender and long, its tail long and bushy, tipped softly with white. It had long, gangly legs and a lithe, thin body with fur a soft downy, silver-blue. It was a fox, a young one at that. A ghost of a smile slipped upon my mug as I gazed down at the creature quietly. Backing slowly, I decided to leave the poor frightened thing alone. It couldn't harm me, I knew that and also knew that I was just being paranoid.
>> I turned back to the meadow and gazed out before summing up what little courage I had right now. I was deathly afraid of those of the opposite sex, I knew that and wasn't afraid to admit it. I had been pushed and abused by them for nearly my whole life, at least until a few months ago. As I stepped out into the clearing, I knew what others would see, if anyone noticed me. A small belle with long, dainty, ebony legs that seemed so delicate, the slightest touch could break them, and a pelt of gold that seemed touched by the sun with tresses and a plume so dark, they could serve as night itself. A fine head blessed with a speck of white in the middle placed on a long, fine neck with sonar that had a problem with staying still. A deep chest showed a vixen capable of taking long hours of work. Beautiful yes, but upon closer look, I was nothing but beauty, at least in my eyes. The numerous scars that riddled my pelt, some even still healing from recent beatings, and the wild, nervous look in my stunning, strange navy eyes gave me a battered and broken look. Thick developed muscles were hidden beneath a strong hide and tangled hair.
>> Raven flints danced beneath my tense body and my crown tossed as I fought the strong urge to bolt. In my eyes, I was ugly beyond compare, but in others, I looked broken and lost. In other's eyes, I looked like a tired, worn-out maiden who just needed a little bit of grooming, food, and tender care to get back on my feet. But my eyes spoke of an illness and uneasiness. Just the look of those wild pools showed a minx requiring gentle care for her mind was weak. The look showed a panicky mare who more than likely suffered from some mental illness that she was not born with and had gained over years of brutality and abuse. Again my heart filled with doubt. Would anyone even look at me? Would I run in fear or panic like I so desperately wanted to? Or would I for once in my life, take a stand and decide that I should move on? A sudden feeling overtook me and gripped me tightly and for the first time in a long time, I stood still and relaxed. I can do this, I know I can. Maybe, just maybe, I stood a chance...
As I stand here on this hill,
And as my racing heart begins to still,
I begin to think about my choice,
That maybe I have a chance,
To hopefully escape this trance,
That I call my life...
And as my racing heart begins to still,
I begin to think about my choice,
That maybe I have a chance,
To hopefully escape this trance,
That I call my life...
